Sterling's Story
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Sterling's Story
Chapter 1
Hello. In the beginning of the 19th century my name was Sterling Radson. I was, and still am, 19 years old. I lived in Atlanta, Georgia with my parents because I worked for my father. I had two brothers and a sister. I was engaged to be married to a woman named Mary Nalman; the engagement was my father's idea. My father was a little controlling, but I was planning to go to New York and start out on my own.
My brothers were named Andrew and Maxwell. My sister was named Mariah. I was the oldest, then Andrew, and youngest were Maxwell and Mariah, who were twins. I loved them all beyond words. I especially adored Maxwell. He was young, but often forgotten in our rush to protect Mariah. She was much to spoiled for her own good. Not that Maxwell minded, because he didn't. He never was one to complain, Maxwell. He saw too much good in the world.
Mary was a mildly pretty girl. I would have called her a robot, but such things didn't exist back then. She had been programmed to cook and clean and care for children since she had begun to walk. That was all she knew. I didn't love her, but my father insisted that I would learn to. After all, she would be an excellent wife.
Altogether, I was fairly happy.
That all ended on December 23, 1805.
I was making the final preparations for my mother's Christmas party. It was late, too late to be out, but I loved my mother dearly and she was so looking forward to that party. I was completely oblivious to the fact that my life was about to end.
I was passing the doorway of a long empty building when something grabbed me and jerked me inside. One instant I was standing in the cold, snowy night, and the next I was inside the dark structure. All of it happened so fast that I wasn't even sure how it happened. I'm still not sure.
I will skip over the three days after that night because it is impossible to explain that terrible pain that I was in.
Wonder of wonders, the pain faded and eventually stopped. With the end of the pain came the shock of where, and more so, what I was.
I was a vampire.
My new face was beautiful and awful at the same time. My skin held no more color than the snow. My features, handsome to begin with, were incredible, unbelievable. So my face was beautiful. Yet, the undeniable horror, my eyes were awful. They glowed a wicked ruby red. When I say glowed, I mean glowed. And held all the demonic evil that is present in this, or any world.
It was months before I could look in the mirror again.
At this same time that I was discovering my new self, I was discovering my new peers. My fellow creatures of the night.
There were three men. Well, I cannot say they were really men in the accepted sense, because they were not human. It was because of this fact that I hated them. That and that they had made me what I was then, what I still am. I left them as soon as I could.
The thing that frightened me most, more than the changes in me, more than my demons' eyes, was my craving. My craving to kill and my thirst for the blood of my former kind.
That craving would nearly destroy me, immortal or otherwise.