I am a vampire but not an ordinary one for I am thousands of years old and I was the one and only albino vampire until that fateful night. This is the story. I blended in with the shadows of the street hunting down my next meal, the one that would change my life, more than becoming a vampire had. A cool breeze ruffled my snow-white hair and pitch-black cloak making me look more mysterious than I already was. Well would you look at that, I found my next meal, an albino that looked almost like me except more innocent and had bright emerald green eyes. I followed him until he passed a dark alleyway and I pushed him inside and pinned him to the wall. I muffled his scream with my hand, though from what I could tell he had a voice of angels. I looked into his frightened emerald eyes only to notice tears streaming silently from them. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear "no screaming or else." He nodded and I uncovered his mouth. As a gentle breeze whipped around us his hair passed my nose and I got a whiff of his strawberry shampoo. He looked so beautiful standing under the moonlight I made a decision. "Little one would you like to not worry about death ever again?" I whispered in his ear. He nodded and I continued, "Would you like to become a vampire?" I asked nuzzling his neck. He shook his head frantically. "I would bring you your food. You wouldn't have to worry about it." He reluctantly nodded and I rubbed the silky skin of his arms comfortingly as I bit into his neck and let the metallic sweet tang of his blood flow into my mouth. As soon as he passed out I poured some of my blood in his wound and he became the second albino vampire. I took him to my house where we lived for the rest of eternity.