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Chapter One: My Father's Expectations

CPOV

I sighed. I was tired of listening to my father tell me how to hunt for vampires. I didn't care that he thought the Browns were witches. I knew

better. Their son, David Brown, was one of my friends, and the father, Randall, was an acquaintance of my father's. My father knew that they

weren't vampires or witches, but he hadn't accused anyone in a few days. "Carlisle, listen to me!" he snapped. I stood up straight again,

waiting for the blow. It came, a quick backhand that sent me reeling. I tumbled to the floor, and lay there, knowing that if I got up, he would hit

me again. He considered it disrespect to get up after being hit. You had to lay at your parents' feet until they gave you permission to get up. My

father hadn't started acting this way until a few years ago, when my mother died. "Now, when leading the mob, remember to hold your torch at

the ready," he instructed. I nodded, and when he finished droning he gave me permission to get up. My father was a pastor, and he was

putting all his faith into God, he told me, to save my immoral soul. I shook my head as I walked outside. I was walking the streets of London,

when I saw a beautiful woman hanging by a sewer. She didn't seem to notice me, but when the wind blew, I saw her head shoot up, and she

seemed to sniff the air. I was scared, so I turned and ran back home. The walk had cleared my head, but it had frightened me. Why had the

woman been so beautiful? And why had she not noticed me standing there? I had to lead a mob. I sighed at the notion. I knew the woman was

a vampire. I told my father that I needed a group as soon as possible, and he gathered men together. I led them to the sewers, and the

woman was standing there still. I walked up to her, slowly, with the group of men following me carefully. The woman turned toward me quickly,

and her eyes were the blackest, darkest color I had ever seen. She lunged at me, and I flinched back, frightened, before I felt a searing pain in

my neck. The pain spread, and through the red haze, I saw the mob chasing the woman, who seemed to have a man in her arms as she ran. I

knew now that she was a true vampire, and I knew that I had to act quickly. My father would surely have me burned, for everything infected

with the monster would have to be disposed of. I crawled slowly through the dark streets, keeping silent, even when the pain flared

sickeningly. I made it to a cellar door, and I opened it and climbed quickly inside. I couldn't see anymore, the haze had grown too strong. I felt

my way along, and found sacks of what felt like potatoes. I buried myself in them, not making any noise. I was silent. It felt like years, yet could

have been seconds. It felt like days, but could have been decades. I didn't know. Time had no meaning to me anymore. Suddenly, the fire got

hotter and hotter near my heart, until I wanted nothing more but to die. Then, the pain disappeared, and my heart was silent. I opened my

eyes, and climbed slowly out of the potato sacks. Standing up, I realized I could see perfectly, even though it was pitch black in the cellar. I

knew then what had happened. I was a vampire, a creature my father hated. I had to drink human blood. No. I would not. I would just not

drink blood. And so, with that thought in my head, I began to plot my suicide.

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