So, apparently love stories are supposed to start when the girl meets the guy who ends up totally changing her life, and end when they happily ride off into the sunset. So that makes two problems with my story. Because for one thing, I'm a guy, and while there are several girls that ended up changing my life, this story starts before any of them. And for another thing, I didn't exactly get the fairytale ending. I guess you could say I got the girl, but the evil vampire (that would be me, by the way) ended up living, and the hot chick totally died.
Don't worry though; this isn't a tragedy. I guess you could call it a romantic comedy, as in, all the romance is a complete joke. And while you could say there are some pretty sappy moments, there's no magical moment when the two people destined to be together first look into each other's eyes. There's no beautiful first kiss that makes everything right. And there's definitely no happily ever after where I get down on one knee and pledge myself to my beloved.
So, I guess that pretty much scared everyone off. But if you're still interested, if you still want to hear the story about how I practically saved the world (well, maybe not the world, but a lot of people) and seduced a totally hot werewolf while I was at it, stick around.
-The Art of Running-
I wasn't always a totally sexy vampire. In fact, when my story truly starts, I was just a human baby that cried too much and apparently drove my father to drink. Actually, the story probably starts when a Mexican immigrant named Sylvia gets knocked up by a factory man whose name shall not be mentioned here, bringing a beautiful miracle, aka me, into the world. Sadly, 1956 Los Angeles was not the kindest place on Earth for a single mother, so Sylvia ended up marrying the deadbeat father and giving up her dreams on becoming an architect.
Brycon Christopher Soto was an adorable baby. Or at least, I assume he was. I never really saw any baby pictures, but judging from how I turned out I must have been quite the looker. Sadly, I put quite a lot of stress on young Sylvia, who took to working as a laundress to pay off the bills her husband always brought home and to provide for her newborn child. Not the ideal childhood, but I think I turned out alright, all things considered.
I suppose there's a lot more back story than that, but it's not really important right now. Suffice to say that somewhere alone the line another baby, Calida, happened, and I ended up in the 18th street gang. (More on that later.) My father died of 'mysterious circumstances', my mother disappeared, and I raised Calida as best as I could. Then the whole vampire thing happened, and Calida- well, Calida left the picture. Cue the years of angst and self loathing, one smoking hot vampire who taught me the ways of the world but ended up nearly killing me, and then comes the part where I joined the Cullens.
I met them on my 58th birthday, still looking as young and hot as ever, and somehow I got roped into traveling with the world's most 'perfect' vampires. Don't get me wrong; it's pretty sweet to have a family with an endless supply of cash and a best friend who can shape shift into a wolf any time he wants (This is not the one I seduced, by the way), but I always wanted something more.
Nah, just kidding. I was perfectly content with the Cullens. But something more happened anyway, and this is the story of how.
Hey guys, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed. I'll be posting new chapters every Friday, and I already have the whole thing written so there are no worries about a hiatus or something like that. Reviews are always welcome, both good and bad, and I look forward to sharing more of this story.
