I lived alone almost my entire life. I moved from place to place finding small jobs to do in order to make money. Occasionally I would con someone or steal outright from someone. I had to live and this was a way to do it. I am currently staying in town in Maine. The people here are nice and give me my space.

I work as a clerk in a small grocery store. It is more of a convenience store. It sells the essentials. It brings in a bit of business though. The town is about an hour away from any big grocery stores, so the town's people have to stop in here if they need anything. Peter keeps the prices reasonable for them and they keep coming in. He could mark everything up and make them pay the high prices for milk and other things, but he lives here and this town is like one big family. I have worked pretty hard at getting him to trust me and he has just allowed me access to his safe and all of his money. This won't be my biggest payday, but it will keep me going for awhile.

I know what you're thinking. How could she do this to this poor man who gave her a chance? Well, it isn't always easy, but I just remind myself that I can only count on myself. I have to do whatever is necessary to keep myself alive. Peter will file a report and move on. Okay, so maybe it will bankrupt him and he will never recover, but I don't think so. I think that he will be fine. I do have a conscious, but it is my life at stake here. I will die if I don't move on often. I feel that it is time to go and so I have to do what I have to.

My parents are out there missing me and I feel terrible about that, but I cannot pull them into this mess. I have to just keep running until I can figure out what to do. I pack what I can into my car and set off for the next small town that will hold me for a short while.

Okay so while I am on this long trip, I might as well fill you in on me. I am pretty old. I am 91 years old to be exact. This would be another reason that I have to move on often. I was born to a human mother and a vampire father. My father was able to save my mother somehow so they are both still walking the earth together. It isn't often that you find someone that consumes you and makes you change your way of thinking about life.

My father was in a deep depression when he met my mother. She also was not in a good place. She had lost her entire family and hated everything. When they met she begged my father to kill her and end her misery, but there was something about her that kept him from listening. They found something in each other that made them want to live again. My mother wanted to be with him forever, but he resisted until she became pregnant with me. He then didn't have a choice. He wouldn't live without her and he knew that I would need her to live.

I look more like my father, but have my mother's eyes, or the eyes she had before becoming a vampire. They are a very bright green. My hair is a honey brown color and my features are pretty petite, but that doesn't mean I can't take care of myself.

My parents had to feed in order to survive and I, being part human, was put out by that. I didn't want to live that way. I left them when I was nine years old, which is plenty old for me. I was fully developed at the age of seven. I know this is hard to swallow and maybe I shouldn't be writing about it, but I would go crazy if I didn't have a way to get it all out.

Something I hadn't been prepared for was other vampires. I realized that some of them weren't good. They had no conscious and they did what they wanted to whomever they wanted. I must have met the worst of them in Nickolas. I am not going to get into it right now, because it really bums me out. It was just a bad time, ten years of bad time. This was what I was running from. I had to keep moving in order to keep my freedom. So far I hadn't met anyone else like me or any other vampires. I knew they were out there and was happy that they stayed hidden.

The longest I had stayed in one place was in Phoenix. It was big enough that I could blend in nicely. The anxiety eventually got to me and I had to move on after five years. Even in a big city like that you had to be careful that the people around you didn't notice that you weren't changing. It was hard to accomplish this after a long period of time.

I didn't talk to people too much either. I didn't make friends and kept a safe distance. The only people that I came into regular contact with were the people that I worked with. In Phoenix I was able to change jobs frequently, that made it easier. I was also able to relocate to different places. It was nice to be in a familiar place that long. I was alright with the change of scenery though. I mostly liked staying in warmer places, but it was nice every now and then to stay somewhere with snow or a cooler climate.

I was headed away from Maine now and didn't know where I was going to stop next. I had to stay clear of Texas. That was where Nickolas was located and he had people everywhere looking for me. I knew that he wasn't happy that I had escaped and I knew that he wouldn't just give up and leave me alone. I could hope for that, but I really didn't think it would happen.

I thought about heading to North Dakota and see what it had to offer, or maybe California. I hadn't decided yet. There was always the option of stumbling on a place that I passed through. The drive was excruciating. It was the one thing that I hated about moving often. I hated the long haul and the packing and the unpacking. A lot of the time I didn't even unpack everything.

I had stopped for gas twice and day had turned to night which was now turning back into day. I was in Indiana now and moving on through. I hadn't passed through any towns that made me want to stay. I did pass through a town with a nice amusement park, but it wasn't enough to get me to stop. The towns I was passing through now were tiny and it was mostly rural. It was not my cup of tea. I didn't need to set up camp in a town where everybody knew your name. I was okay with a few nosy neighbors, but not somewhere where everyone knew your business.

The driving was getting to me and I knew that if I hadn't found a town soon I would have to stop and rest, if you could call it that. I felt worse after trying to sleep then before. If I was able to fall asleep, I wasn't asleep long. The nightmares stirred me out of sleep and left me unsettled and paranoid. I wished I had gotten that awesome ability of my parents, but no. My parents never had to sleep. I could go for about two days before my body shut down.

The light was fading and my eyes were dropping. It wouldn't be long before I fell asleep behind the wheel. I pulled off the highway and pulled into the first hotel lot I saw. I had made it to South Dakota and I was happy. I would have to look at the nearby towns and decide on one, but right now I would sleep.