It's different, a little hard, living with it, and hiding it. I know nobody
would accept me if I told them what I really am. And the urge to...act upon
my cravings is almost unbearable sometimes, but I never do, for fear of
hurting others.
There is one I want, need, more than the other people. He is a little bit younger, and more innocent. That's what draws me to him. Innocence just drives me insane; I lust after it...among other things.
My heart is cold, dead, but this boy makes me feel alive and warm. This feeling of being wanted is amazing. He wants me, but I cannot give into him, and his so inviting innocence, because...because I love him. I do not want to risk hurting him. He is too beautiful, and sweet.
I barely recall what it tastes like. The last time I tasted it was years ago. Too long ago. I remember it was about 3:00 am, and the sky was quite unusual. Velvety black with millions of bright stars etched into it, no clouds visible. She was walking across the crosswalk slowly, obviously admiring the sight, while I quickened my pace, silent as ever. I growled, low and deep in my chest, while feeling my body change rapidly. My eyes became brighter, a sort of yellow color, and I revealed my long, sharp fangs. She looked over her shoulder, and I could feel her heart race. I jumped, landing in front of the lady, causing her to gasp. I snarled, and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her neck up to my mouth. Biting down hard, I moaned, loving the taste of fear laced with innocence, as dark crimson blood seeped between my lips.
But I cannot do that to him; I cannot hurt him. What would he think of me if he knew what I really am? Would he still love me, still care for me? I will never know, because I will never tell him. I will bare this terrible burden alone. Yes, I could make him like me, but what I have is an evil curse that I would never wish upon anyone. He tells me to be totally honest; he says no matter what he will always love me, but how could anybody love such a dirty creature like me? I steal lives, I drink blood. I am filthy, dirty, vile, and totally unworthy of love. But I will live forever, never changing, and that fills me with rage. I will watch everyone I adore and care for die, while I stay healthy and unharmed. My destiny is to be forever lonely.
There is one I want, need, more than the other people. He is a little bit younger, and more innocent. That's what draws me to him. Innocence just drives me insane; I lust after it...among other things.
My heart is cold, dead, but this boy makes me feel alive and warm. This feeling of being wanted is amazing. He wants me, but I cannot give into him, and his so inviting innocence, because...because I love him. I do not want to risk hurting him. He is too beautiful, and sweet.
I barely recall what it tastes like. The last time I tasted it was years ago. Too long ago. I remember it was about 3:00 am, and the sky was quite unusual. Velvety black with millions of bright stars etched into it, no clouds visible. She was walking across the crosswalk slowly, obviously admiring the sight, while I quickened my pace, silent as ever. I growled, low and deep in my chest, while feeling my body change rapidly. My eyes became brighter, a sort of yellow color, and I revealed my long, sharp fangs. She looked over her shoulder, and I could feel her heart race. I jumped, landing in front of the lady, causing her to gasp. I snarled, and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her neck up to my mouth. Biting down hard, I moaned, loving the taste of fear laced with innocence, as dark crimson blood seeped between my lips.
But I cannot do that to him; I cannot hurt him. What would he think of me if he knew what I really am? Would he still love me, still care for me? I will never know, because I will never tell him. I will bare this terrible burden alone. Yes, I could make him like me, but what I have is an evil curse that I would never wish upon anyone. He tells me to be totally honest; he says no matter what he will always love me, but how could anybody love such a dirty creature like me? I steal lives, I drink blood. I am filthy, dirty, vile, and totally unworthy of love. But I will live forever, never changing, and that fills me with rage. I will watch everyone I adore and care for die, while I stay healthy and unharmed. My destiny is to be forever lonely.