The Boy Who Cried Vampire
Ethan POV

A lot has changed since 12th grade graduation. I mean, aLOT has changed. First off, I'm no longer close with any of my friends; Erica…Benny…Rory included. I mean, I will always have a place for Sarah deep down in me somewhere, I guess... but we haven't spoken in years. I don't talk to my family, not even my baby sister, Jane. Sometimes, I regret the awful things that tore us all apart, but that's life, you know. Besides, I've got a hot new life of my own right now… I'm talking a brand new bachelor pad, courtesy of Whitechapel Condos and the Daily Rocket, a hot new job, and a hot new girlfriend, Liana.

I keep away from my folks, for the dread of it thereafter. If I wasn't afraid, then maybe I'd spend time with them – but when I'm around flesh, it's hard to control the cravings… so I'd rather avoid Friday night-crunch-time with my family. I keep an eye over Jane though… from every now in then, I perch outside of her window at night, listening to the calmness of her breathing whilst she slept. It centered me. I reminisce on the days when we played together, and of the days she absolutely and indefinitely wrung my nerves.

Those seemed like the best days. I miss them, but all of the less, life moves on. I've come to realize that it's not about what life throws at you; it's about how you deal with it. Well… I believe that I've dealt with my cards very nicely. It was simple; I took some lemons, and turned them into lemonade – sweet. But in all actuality, things just weren't quite that simple. It seemed like something was missing – it always seemed as if something crucial… was missing. Whatever, I was over it, well at least for the time being.

So what's the Daily Rocket, you ask? I can't believe you haven't heard of the daily rocket. It's a booming news magazine, published on the daily. We bring Whitechapel the freshest and latest news on anything vampire. Which is ironic… because… if I wasn't a vampire, then I wouldn't be able to bring in the best stories… Yes. I, Ethan Morgan, belong to the undead. I make ends by capturing all of the local nighttime feedings on camera, and selling them top-dollar to the highest bidder… which so happens to be the Daily Rocket, these days.

It seems as if I was living the life… I was truly living the essence of life, virtually unknown by most of the people here in Whitechapel. The police tried to put an end to the vampire paparazzi, but it was to no avail – none of the police had the balls to approach a suspected vampire, let alone tail one. We were in the clear. I was going to be ahead of this business, for who knew how many years the vamps remained cash cows, and with my so in-humane abilities, no one was ever going to best me.

Sincerely the Queen
Erica POV

Remember ladies, love isn't toy, or a game, or something that you can just turn on & and off at will. No, love is much more complex than that. Love is an emotion that knows no boundaries, or limitations. When you're in love, your brain in no longer in control. When you're in love, your heart and soul are now involved.
When you're in love, you're at your most sacred and vulnerable state. You see, as women, ladies… we must not share this love with just anybody. Our friends… they sometimes don't have our best interests at heart. And these boys, they just want a piece of our cake. Keep your guard up ladies… Sincerely,
the Queen of Hearts

I remember when I moved away from Whitechapel. I convinced my parents that I would be away at university – they were never too involved with my education. They believed that I was studying a few provinces away from Whitechapel, all the while; I'd simply moved a couple of miles away from the city. I started up blog a few weeks after graduation, and I've been living off that ever since. That was three years ago, but I always remember the times we shared. All of the trouble I'd gotten into with Sarah and those idiots. I miss them. Speaking of which, I haven't talked to any of them since it happened…

The 'vanishing', is what we call it. I can remember the news headlines as if it were yesterday…

The Vanishing

Gone in an instant, halve of the world's population,
VANISHES. Government officials and authorities alike
fail to comment. The Prime Minister of Canada… Gone.
The President of the US… still Alive? In the most
catastrophic event the world has ever seen, more
than 3 billion people have utterly disappeared from
the face of the Planet. Governments have shut down…
Anarchy has manifested. What will the world do with NO laws,
NO police, and NO control?

Yeah, things were pretty bad back then. The Vanishing took place just before Ethan's and Benny's high school graduation. The world was in utter chaos… but things weren't that bad for so long. A man stepped up – a self-proclaimed leader of the weary, shepherd of the sheep. Psh… yea right. His Name, Victor Koslov. His mission, I believe, to enslave the world – this helpless, faithless world – to prey on the fear of these people – to prey on the despair in their hearts. The moment he arrived on the scene, the world beloved him. Here is he, a king from East, ruler of the one-world-system. His image was proclaimed across the nations – Victor Koslov, the prince of Russia. Savior they call him. Lord, they cry… but no, not. I refuse to accept your Rules, and I refuse to lay waist, while you build up these devils, and tear down our people. I, Erica, Queen of Hearts, Queen of the undead, will not surrender my freedom to the evils of this world.

Next: Ghost of Whitechapel Canyons/Prelude to Anniversary