Chapter 1
I gasped as I turned the corner to the destination. Time had changed it. It had molded it and sculpted it till it fit into the current times. There were great machines on the sidewalk, shops seemed to grow by the minute and the houses looked like they no longer belonged in a modest little town in the middle of nowhere. I attached my face to the car window, something I would be inclined to restrain myself from doing if I had been driving. Fortunately Ella had taken over, she had visited this town recently and so didn't have the inclinations as I did.
Sighing I drew myself back from the window and sank into the upholstery of the car seat. It gave me no comfort. It had been eighty years since I had needed to relax. Relaxing was just a meaningless action. I could be relaxed hanging upside down doing sit ups.
Being a vampire did have its ups.
Yet its fair share if downs. Like my constant age. Which does not differ by the year. So I tried to stay away from relationships with humans.
Ella stared at me. I did not worry that she was driving a BMW 40 miles an hour down a narrow street. She was like me, a freak, a monster, a vampire. But not mine. She had Edmund, my cousin.
I realized that she was still staring at me. I got angry. What was her problem? I only had to turn my head to find out. A great building towered over the car. Time had not changed it not molded and sculpted it but preserved it.
Burbo house. My old home. I remembered living here when I was young. I remembered the smell, the sight. I also remembered the murders, my own my mums and my dads. Samantha. My best friend. The ones who wanted, did kill and I could not come in there way because I was a weak human. Edmund had changed me. He had been a vampire for a while. So I joined him.
It was a few weeks ago that we heard the news of the murders in this little town and I immediately suspected what it was. My mind was full with drunken rage. Even though I was sober.
I took a sharp intake of breath (another unnecessary action) climbed out of the car and approached Burbo house. My heart unnecessarily beating and meaninglessly missing a beat…