Chapter 1 of Frozen Soul
Why is that every time I think that I am loved I am not. What have I done for this to happen? Even though I have been living on this earth for five-thousand years, I have seen countless deaths among the humans. Why are they so violent they are a very, very, very young species it depresses me so much sometimes I care for these humans. The only thing that they are doing is just killing their selves. But what can I do for them? Even though I am immortal I cannot save them from mortality. I guess it doesn't matter since I can't do anything for them it saddens me deeply so. My name is Elizabeth Writhers and I am a vampire. I was turned at the age of seventeen in the year of 589 B.C. My skin is as white as snow and harder than bricks, my hair is chocolate brown it flows down my back like a dark waterfall. My eyes are of a melted blue silver color, while my lips are plump and pink. My body is flawless my skin feels like silk but it is still hard I am very, very fast, I can hear for miles and miles. I have no reason to breath but I still do it out of habit. Being turned into a vampire has made me physically perfect but even though I am "perfect" physically, my emotions are ugly, sometimes it is hard to hold on onto my humanity even though I am ''dead '' I still have a soul. But it has changed to fit this monster that I have become….oh and not to mention I have wings if I were to spread them then they would be 12 ft. long from tip to tip. But I can hide them back into my skin. They are midnight black and the tips of them are silver, so here I am in the year 2011 I live in an small but cozy town called Evermore in Ireland I truly do love the town. I have a house in the woods by the sea it is beautiful I built out of the memory of my mother and father they were the most loving and caring souls that you could ever meet, I remember when I was a child and my father would tell me a story about a house that he would love to buy my mother but he was to poor to get it for her. He said that the house was beautiful and gracious just like my mother and that he wanted to something represent her beauty and he would go into detail on how the house looked.