Ok, so first off. I know that I only have one story up right now, but this isn't my first. The other stories never turned out well. This story started out really randomly at night. I ended up having to type it in my phone so this story is probably not one of the best but I hope you like it. And PLEASE review my story.
BPOV
People said I am not normal, because I see things.
Things 'humans' can't, like spirits and faeries, but I can only see the good things in life. And nothing bad. But for everything that I can see that is theoretically not real, those things can't see me back. Like I am invisible, to them and not to humans.
I started to hear what I could be when I was thirteen. When I would hear the stories about the 'what ifs' I never could forget some. These were the ones I could never shake out of my memory. The ones that were warnings for me, but me being me, I didn't ever pay enough attention to anything that was uninteresting, which would normally include myths. I always had a low, unexplainable hatred towards fiction. So I never could learn how bad things could actually get. And looking back I wish that I could have paid more attention instead of sitting there letting my mind wander to a different world. The myths that I heard were always about me. Always being about good or evil. But they always started like this.
There are two people that can destroy a single race, and/ or create one. One person will see all the good in the world and one will see all the bad. But each will contain the same power, one that if combined could create enough power to between the two people that they could essentially be GOD. With this power, in a blink of the human eye, the person can disappear by running faster than the human eye can track movement. But with their power comes responsibility, that to kill or destroy an entire planet of all life will destroy the universe in a slow, life threatening pace. With power and responsibility always comes the downs of this life. The greatest of all is when you know for sure that you are one of them, then for the rest of your life you must eat off the flesh and bone of a human, by eventually killing the human. But if you stop feasting off the human flesh and blood then you will feel a burning pain in the back of your throat urging you to feast off of the first thing you see. This burning pain in the back of your throat is venom. Venom that if it comes in contact of a human blood can change the human into something like the original two. Something unfathomable. Into something nearly as strong as the original two.
That's were all of the stories branched off, and the only way to see what the true story is I had to piece all the different versions of stories together. And doing this I found more on what I was and this is how it goes:
But these 'Original things and versions like them' have a name. A name that stuck with them throughout the life of the human race. There name was and still is forever known as….. VAMPIRE. And although people think that myths are just fictional stories, these stories are real and I have lived to tell you that they are. These stories are utterly and completely true, including the following piece. That vampires NEVER die. Unless of course they fight against each other and have their entire body burned, and if a single piece of skin survives then the entire vampire survives.
I didn't realize until my 18th birthday that what I had been told all those years was true and that my life was changed forever.
On September 19th, I learned that if I could 'see' things and if myths were really true then I WAS one of the original two.
Ok, so I know it is really short but that's how I wanted to start this story. I really hope that people read this story and I hope that people can review. Cause reviews are the only way I know that people want me to continue writing otherwise I will immediately remove this story.
So, please REVIEW.