Beep. Flash back.
I don't know what to write now, my dear Fiona. I don't know whether I should fill in everything about what happened to me in two years, because nothing much happened.
Remember how we used to play games where we pretended to be another person? That was so much fun…I remember so much now…but the memories pain me. What really happened in these two years is not exactly what I want to think back on. I went around Europe, looking for vampires. I did everything anyone could possibly do, I had every job. I had aliases, hundreds of them. I tracked vampires down, and killed every one of the ones I found. I slept any where I can find, I drank blood until I am full. I became more of a beast than a human or a vampire. I didn't even bother to hide the bodies of my victims, creating a blood bath where ever I went. I don't know what came over me, I just killed and left.
I was on the news everywhere, and police were coming after me, though no one ever came close. By the time they know I'm spreading fear in a city, I'm already in the next city. I had no mercy, anyone who I see when I am hungry, I killed. Tens of children, old couples and teenagers fell under my hand, while the others died slow and painfully as I drank them dry. My skin wasn't purple, for I did not have any vampaneze blood in me yet.
I kept my strength, and my youngness. I didn't get any better looking, as in the myths vampires were all beautiful, tall and lithe, making men fall under a spell casted by their beautiful appearances. No, I still look normal, although I seem to have gained some age. Instead of looking 15, I looked like I was in my twenties. I do not have control over anything, only my mind. My mind was my only sanctuary, the only place where I could be where I am. It was about two years later that then I met our old friend. I guess you can call him an old friend; he was kind of a friend. A classmate then, I met an old classmate of mine. His name was Steve Leonard...