Prologue
"Okay well, I guess we should get started. You ready?" I was sitting in my living room across from Andrew Motley, who was a writer for the local paper in Boston, The Canon, it was called. He had called me two weeks ago after hearing from a friend about my unique teaching techniques. I was a history teacher at the local junior college. I was well known in, Arvada, which was north east of Denver, as the history teacher, who was well, incredible as they say. Or maybe it was cause I was the youngest looking teacher, in history maybe. On the outside I looked 20 at the youngest, but inside held the dead heart of a woman who was almost 3,000 years old. Believe it or not, it's true, accept it and move on. I seriously could laugh at that. History is a love of mine. I've been studying it for ages, literally. He was asking a few questions, then he asked one I really didn't expect, and maybe I did.
"How old are you?" Andrew asked eyeing me. I knew this look well. One that many guys gave me. I knew what they saw. They saw a beautiful woman. But what I really was, wasn't attractive at all. I was appalled, honestly, I had no interest in this Andrew Motley, writer for the Canon, which was how he introduced himself to me. It was quite laughable really.
"You ask how old I am, correct? Are you sure you want to know that?" I asked skeptically. I'd never really told someone my age. It wasn't that I was embarrassed about it, like other women. But no one would believe me. I was there when Moses lead the Israelites out of Egypt. In fact I was one of them. I was there when Cleopatra died. I've even met Jesus. He didn't see the abomination that I was. He saw the woman all the those years had made me. Sure I believe in God. I saw what they did to Jesus.
It was horrible. And I shall never forget the sound of his voice before he died. I was around when George Washington became president of the United States of America. I even got to meet him, and his wife. She was wonderful. I was a nurse in many wars as well, including World War 1 and 2. The Civil War as well. There was so many horrible things that I saw, that it would scare you. I might have been able to save them, but my solution to death for them, wasn't much better than where they were headed. I saw horrible things, but I also saw many things that I love, like fashion. Oh, all the fashions. They came and faded like magic before my eyes. And also sometimes make a come back. I think I certainly liked the corset and bell skirt fashion. I wish it would come back, but these days it's all about pleasing everyone. Well that is ridiculous. If I've learned anything in my many years, it's that pleasing everyone, is impossible. I swear, I'll never be quite so little as I was then. I've seen more death than your human minds can process. Friends, loved ones, family even. All gone, whilst I go on, never to see the world in which they relish, being dead. I bet your wondering right now, how can someone can claim to have seen Moses, Cleopatra, and also Jesus, and many other leading, err, leaders in history. How could one human claim this? You think I'm crazy, don't you? This sounds so bogus, right? It couldn't possibly be true. Wrong. It is. I'm just as sane as you are. And let's hope your sane. But I'm not human, see. I'm nothing close to it. Yes, I might look normal. Except for my unusually pale pallor. But that's apart of what I am. Everything I am, the way I look, it's all apart of the monster I am. Everything about me is perfect, I hate it. I hate what I am. I hate being a vampire.