This is just one of those completely stereotypical vampire stories. It was going to be very funny, too bad I couldn't finish it…
Of Demons and Angels
An Explanation
First of all, let me say this: I didn't write this for anyone. Well, maybe I wrote it for myself. Who else would I write it for, my mommy and daddy? Well I stopped thinking of them when they stopped caring about me. They stopped caring when I was six. I mean, don't you think they would love me enough not to die and leave me alone?
You ask, 'What about other people? You friends, grandparents?' Well, I don't have any friends. I never have. Well, I had one but that ended badly. I'm not the social person of the year. My grandparents have all died by now. They didn't even care and take me in after my parents died. Why do you care anyways? You don't even know what this book is about; just go back to your silly tales. Back to your happy books about happy families and happy lives.
I don't know the end of this story. I barley know the beginning. I guess I could tell you from were I was younger, but that would tell you too many things about me I prefer to keep secret.
What? Tell you a story now? Ok. Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived in a happy kingdom. She fell in love with a handsome prince and they got married and lived happily. Ever. After. The end. Good, now I'm done and you can go away and leave me to finish. You want me to tell you the real story? Ok, but it most likely won't even happily ever after. What real story ends that way? Tell me! I have to live in a silly world while you get to have the time of you life in you happy place.
Ok, ok here is the story you've waited so long to read. Excuse my rambling for long enough for me to finish. Here is my tale.
Bad Ideas
I don't know here or why I got this idea. I guess it was because of those old horror stories I loved to read. I mean, what better way to spend a dark, stormy night, then curled up with a book. I always loved vampire stories. Romance and darkness all in one. I first got into stories because of a book I borrowed from one of my old foster brothers. It was a wonderful book called Interview With a Vampire. I read it and decided I wanted to read more like that. I soon started to go to libraries and checked out books. I would go home and lose myself in them. Around when I turned fourteen, I decided I was sick of being shuffled around. I want to go have my own tale. That thought of excitement was what started it all. One night, because of that insanity, I came up with a bad idea.
There was a party being thrown by a few kids some blocks down. After many careful conversations, by yours truly, I convinced my foster parents to let me go. I lied and said the party was closer then I really was and my foster parents had me walk. It was about one o'clock when I finally decided to stumble home. I hadn't gotten real sleep in days and I guess I was a bit drunk, so that's probably why the idea came to mind. Anyways, I decide to walk through the alleys. It was so dark and mysterious, walking though alleyways and one o'clock. I didn't expect anything to happen.
Let me explain my town. It's more like a city. You have people walking around, trying to rob you, others trying to murder you, and freaks saying, 'The Judgment Day is coming! Believe in God!' Not the best place to walk after dark. The alleyways were definitely dark and scary. Very, very bad idea.
As I continued my walk down the alley, I heard someone following me. I didn't turn around. I heard them stop. 'Now what is someone like you walking out so late?' the voice was a mans, deep and rough. I wasn't sure whether to answer or not. I continued walking. It suddenly hit what a stupid idea it was.
'Turn around,' the man commanded. I took a deep breath and turned to face him. Suddenly remembered all the stories I had heard about people out at night. The man started to talk again, 'You shouldn't be out this late, miss. You never know who you'll run into.' At that point I think I closed my eyes at that point for a moment. The man motioned for my wallet. I looked at him as I got it out. The wallet landed at his feet. He laughed at my throw. The only reason why I didn't make some cruel remark was because I didn't want to give him any other reason to kill me. The man picked up the wallet and riffled though it. He took out the few dollars and asked me if I had more. I shook my head. He tossed the wallet aside and grinned evilly, 'I guess there's only one more use for you, girl.'
'What?' I whimpered.
'For me to kill you of course.'
At this point any person with a brain would have run. So would I, except he was pinning me again the wall. 'A good, fresh kill,' I heard him whisper as he took out his knife. 'Now, the more you scream, the more pain,' the man smiled sadistically. I nodded. Let me explain this. When you are drunk, suffering from lack of sleep, and are about to die you don't think straight. I remember some guy throwing the about-to-a-murderer off me. The rest is a blur. Well, maybe I fainted. Maybe.
At Which We Reach the Present
As I wake up, I realized that I was in a bed. I must be home, I think, it must have all been a dream. That is when the morning of the fun of being drunk comes in. I sigh and wonder why it isn't as bad as it should be. Then I realize that I didn't drink a lot last night. Well there goes that excuse.
Máleus (Mu•lay•us): Máus (May•us)
Seratis (Sar•ay•tes): Atis (Ay•tes)
Don't think just because I'm blind I won't see who you really are…
Atis heard him behind her…she turned away.