Author's Note: I hope this answers your question, wontgrowsup32. Thanks. I like questions. I tried to make this longer... and it is. Sort of...
As difficult as being a psychic vampire is, I must admit that I am thankful for my gift. When I was lost and alone, my visions guided me and gave me a reason to keep going. My memories were only strange and incoherent jumbles of images- they gave me no answers to what the purpose of all this was. I didn't understand what I was- I couldn't understand. And when my past had been stolen and my present made no sense, my future was the only thing I had left. Traveling alone, I followed no maps or roadways- I followed my fate. It was a tricky path to follow- it snaked and curved and twisted, and led me through countless trials. Still, at least I had something to guide my isolated wanderings. That was the hardest part- being so alone in the world. But I took comfort in my visions, which promised that my solitary existence would not last forever.
At first, my conviction that I was not destined to be alone came from nothing more than a feeling, a sense that my visions gave me than was impossible to define. I spend years drifting about more or less aimlessly before I knew anything more solid than that- before I knew that Jasper was my future. I began to see eyes- sometimes crimson, sometimes pure gold- looking down at me with an emotion that made me shiver. Finally, I began to see more about my soul mate, although I didn't understand much of what I learned. Finally, our destinies collided at a run-down Philadelphia diner. I have been with him ever since