And there I was, sitting there, doing something I had promised that I would never do, give up. People tell you all your life to never give up and I had always promised my father that I would never give up no matter what. Take my advice and NEVER give up no matter how hard things may seem.
You may not know what I'm talking about but you will soon enough.
I am a tall well-tanned adult. I happen to be only 21 but I am very strong.
By strong I mean I can probably lift a semi-truck, though I have never tried it. I'm one of the very few people left of my kind, vampires.
Now before you stop reading this because I'm a vampire or whatever I want to let you know that you are going to be missing out on a great story.
Most people have the theory that vampires have fangs and burn in the sun. The truth is we don't burn in the sun or have fangs. We don't die from holy water or cringe at the sight of a crucifix. I am actually one thousand years old, but I was 21 when I was turned. My creator has long since died. I mourn his loss, my life.
I have been trying to avenge his death ever since. It hasn't been easy, to find the people that did this, they all stay well hidden. I have to use illegal means to find them. I have to pay people off to give me information, give them something they want, or, well, you can imagine. My creators name was Neophytos, which is the greek name for newly planted. He was the first of our kind but was also meant to be the last.
We are an example of a science experiment gone wrong. We were created by an alchemist who wanted to make and immortal being, as a result, you get us.
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