LOST…FOREVER?
I stood, leaning against a light post, looking along at the boardwalk. What was pulling me towards this strange town? You see, my life had disappeared right before my eyes. I had been a vampire for 12 years, but only now I had a feeling of life, belonging - I felt attracted to this town, this boardwalk, this night. To be honest, I don't know how I became a vampire. I just remember gaining consciousness only to find myself in another country to where my last memory was. My last memory, you ask? It was after my Family's funeral. I was sitting in the cold, pouring rain, in between three, dark coffins, but my eyes lay on one empty coffin. My brother went missing when I was he was 19. They never found his body. My parents had committed suicide as soon as they found out my brother was not coming back. I wanted so much to be laying there with them, yet I wasn't. And then I blacked out, only to awake in Africa. I never met my maker, but somehow I immediately knew I was a vampire from the second I woke up, like he - or she - had put all the information in my mind and left me to lead a new life.
It had been a good fifteen minutes, and I had not moved a muscle; I just stood there, leaning against the light post. As to not look suspicious, I went for a walk along the board walk, trying to figure out why I was here. The carnival lights were bright, so I lowered my black sunglasses back onto my face. I was wearing skinny jeans, old navy blue converse, and a mustard colored military-style jacket topped off with cuff links. Somehow the mustard colour looked oddly good with my striking green eyes and light brown, perfectly wavy hair. I had been walking around for hours by now, yet nothing had happened. It was time to call it a night, even though I wouldn't sleep. I was 16 and had no money, only the clothes on my back, my art book, and the eyeliner pencil in my pocket. I sat down on the rough sand by the sea, and started to draw. When I had nothing to do - which was a lot in the past 12 years - I would get out my sketch book and start to draw for hours on end, putting my thoughts and emotions into each pencil stroke. I was currently drawing the sea, as I was calm - until I was interrupted by the sound of four loud motorcycles. I didn't look up, as they probably wouldn't notice me anyway. But they did.
"Hey, sweet cheeks" one said. My gaze stayed on my art book as I continued to draw. Then, another sat down next to me. He had a dark blonde, sort of curly mullet.
"You know, for a pretty young girl like you, you shouldn't be wandering around this time of night alone."
"I'm not wandering. I can take care of myself." I said, quickly glancing up at him for a second and then back at my book. From behind, I heard whispering; Something about playing with food. In my peripheral vision, I saw one of the other boys grab the one sitting next to me by the shoulder and push him away. Then, his hard hand was on my shoulder, but before he could do anything else, I had grabbed and pinned him on the sand. I had him by the collar, with my eyes blood red and fangs out. But wait - so were his. He and his gang were all vampires?! I didn't care, I was about to tear him to shreds…until every memory came gushing back in a split second. My fangs retracted and my eyes turned green. HE WAS ALIVE. But Instead of letting him go, I held him tighter by the collar and punched him as hard as I could in the face.
"I HATE YOU!" I yelled at him, "YOU RUINED MY LIFE, DAVID!" And with that, I ran off, not being able to look in his eyes any longer. Although I said I hated him, I loved him so much. After all, he was the only family I had left.
As soon as I was as sure as I could be they didn't follow me, I went to find a place to sleep before dawn arose. Today was not my lucky day; It was one of those times you regret being what you are. I was reduced to sleeping in a cubicle in a public toilet block. Luckily, no one noticed me. When I woke up, it was seven o'clock at night. I was sure to hide my art book behind the toilet, so I could find it later on tonight - I had a feeling that wasn't my last night sleeping in a cubicle - before I checked my appearance in the mirror, touching up my smudged eyeliner. I walked around for a while again, not knowing what to do. Should I see him again? Should I flee this town and never come back? Is this a blessing in disguise, or a punishment for the monster I have accepted I am? I had so many questions rotating in my head. The only answer that was clear to me was Hunt, then think. After I had a nice meal of drunken Surf-Nazi, I decided to wait where I was when I met David last night. I would wait here day after day until I met them again. I owed it to myself to have a decent life, and this could potentially be the start.