Vampire: from the Latin word Vampirus. Definition: one who's existence solely relies on the consumption of blood. Synonyms: horrid, blood-sucking, vicious, terrible, murderers, monsters.
I do not disagree. Call me a hypocrite, because I am. Call me a monster, it's just the same.
It's astonishing how much one's life can change in the blink of an eye. One moment you could be happy, the next, sad. One moment compassionate, the next careless. One moment alive, the next dead.
I have been a vampire for a year and I still feel this way about myself. In becoming a vampire I the psychotic, chubby, blonde, emo chick got a real kick in the ass by reality. At the time my life wasn't going all that great, but after it happened, my horrible life, or so I thought, got a whole lot worse.
I was a normal teenager before I was turned. I had a father a mother and 3 brothers. My father, the attorney, worked hard for his family. So hard ever saw us, let alone talked to us. My mother, the obstetrician gynecologist, was always at the hospital delivering babies, but hey, who could blame her for that? Both busy parents living in what seemed like two totally different worlds, but both affected by the same tragedy.
Let me tell you about my other brother. My brother died on his seventeenth birthday (when I was about 13) thus causing my mother into what doctors call P.T.S.D. (Post Tramatic Stress Disorder) for four long years. Now this worked to my advantage slightly. Because of the P.D.S.D. she could not/did not notice my transformation. Of course, to every advantage there is a disadvantage. The disadvantage was that she was not my mother from my seventh grade year to my junior year of high school.
Then there was my younger brothers, James and Matthew. They're your common eleven year old twins. They played video games 24/7, they talked about girls, ate like pigs and so on and so forth, but they both had a mild case of autism.
And then there was Tony. My absolutely wonderful boyfriend who was there for me before, during and after my change, he just didn't really know it.
There are some positives to this vampire thing. I am now stunningly beautiful and that alone was a confidence booster. And obviously there is the worst thing. The blood lust. The word didn't mean much to me before I was a human but now there is a whole world revolving around it. And now here I am living a not-so-normal, forever teenage vampire, life.