San Francisco 1851 (Before being bitten)
The air was filled with smoke that twisted and filled the sky with it's grim and grimy appearance. Shouts filled the air and streets were littered with people. It was only early morning, but the sun was blazing underneath the foggy atmosphere. Men were filing off to the mines to get lucky and find gold as their wives and children watched underneath the gloom settled here. Gold was the newest frenzy here and people around the world came to test their luck and strike a gold vein. My father and I came from Ireland to be in this humid, gray hole.
I slid a navy cap on to hide my red mass of curls and slipped into a baggy pair of overalls that hid my figure before joining the mining men. I had to pretend to be a boy to be able to mine so I could get stale food on the table. My father originally mined with me, but recently, he had become very sickly. Now I was the provider for our duo.
When I arrived at the mines, I slunk into an abandoned mine shaft to to work in. I was very cautious of never being seen here so I could continue finding bits of coal to sell and use the money to support my father and family back home in Ireland. Every time someone came by my mine shaft, I had to flee and hide so I wouldn't be caught. By the time I was eighteen, nothing-not even dogs-could sense my presence.
The night I became a vampire was a night that was etched into my brain for the rest of my new life. I was rushing home to care for my father because he was getting weaker by the hour. On my way back home, I passed by a gold-measuring station where people who found gold weighed their precious finds. On the scale, a gold nugget was sitting that was so large that I would be able to feed Father and me for months with it's value.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had snatched the gold and was sprinting home. I heard steps behind me and turned to see the owner of the gold chasing me. He was a beautiful stranger. A beautiful, ghostly pale stranger. He was abnormally fast, but I kept escaping him by using my uncanny skill of fleeing and hiding.
Finally, I arrived home and thought I had lost the stranger. I went inside only to find that he was in there waiting for me with while my father lie in bed, too sick to do anything helpful. My father looked awful, with his tinted-yellow skin and bloodshot eyes,but he was still breathing as the stranger clutched my hand and put my finger to his lips as his fangs bit into me.
I howled in pain for the next three days of my transformation. The stranger only looked on at my pain with glee and my father watched in horror and disgust. At some point, maybe when my toes went numb, I realized that my declarations of pain didn't relive anything and only pained my father, so I closed my eyes and was silent until the flame-licking pain ceased to exist.
Finally, the pain subsided and I opened my eyes, my scarlet eyes.