People always put life into perspective, for most people it's 70, 80 years. For some it's shorter. Nobody ever thinks at the end of the day, 'I could've died today.' They don't even reminisce about the past. They plan for the future, like it's a guarantee. Most people assume that they'll meet someone, fall madly in love, have kids, grow old. I used to think like that. I had someone, we talked, we planned for the future, well look where that got me. I came home one night, to find my father lying on the bed with a dagger through his heart. My mother, she was in the arms of another man...being drained of blood, of her life. I witnessed her last words as she breathed them to the ghastly predator whose mouth was covered in her blood, 'Protect Robin.' My mothers hands slowly fell to the floor and as the final drop of blood was drained from her body the killer laid her body beside my fathers. If it hadn't been for the dagger in his chest, you would've thought they were sleeping. The image made me run towards the attacker, my breath was heavy, my palms were sweaty. I threw myself at him, putting all my strength into my arms, punching his back with all my might. It made no impact at all, he turned around. His dark black eyes glaring into my sapphire blue ones. He looked at me as if I was some prise to be won. He was beautiful, his face was exquisite, it was as if it had been carved by angels. Each detail taking careful, precise work. His hair was a completely different chapter, the dark brown hair fell naturally down around his face making him look charming yet dangerous. As I stepped back out of sheer fear, he followed me, his brooding eyes looking me up and down as if surveying me. When he reached me he took my face in his hands, stroking my silky, light brown hair out of my fear-stricken eyes and said in a voice even more glorious that him, 'Hello Robin, I will protect you for a eternity. And this is how I shall do it.' He bit his wrist, letting the blood pour out before he forced it into my mouth making me feed on him. At first it tasted like hot iron but as it progressed it started to taste like some unimaginable exotic spice. It was invigorating. He pulled away his wrist and a pain like no other entered my mouth. I could feel something sharp and as I looked in the mirror there were two sharp, pointed teeth.
To this day I remember that night like no other. My name is Robin and I'm a 297 year old vampire.
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