Loneliness

Chapter 1:

Was I crazy? No. Was I depressed? No. Was I unhappy? Maybe. Was I lonely? Yes. Was I feeling let down? Yes. Was I feeling rejected? Yes. Was I about to hurt anybody? I doubt it. Was I about to make a huge mistake? Who would know.

My mother died when I was young. Murdered. I barely have any memories of her. My father is a raging alcoholic and never talks to me, never looks at me, never lets on that he's aware of my existence. My friends stopped talking to me and started hanging out with other people. They no longer spare me a passing glance. I say 'Hi' and they look at me like I have three heads. So why should I stay here? That is a question I have been asking myself for six months or so now. It's time to take action. I'm leaving. Do I know where I'm going? No. Do I know what I'm going to do? Yes. I'm going to change. I'm going to become a member of the creatures of the night. Why? Why not? Do I know who I should look for? Not at all. Do I know anything about the creatures of the night? Some. I know that vampires are not evil. I know that it's the ones called the vampaneze that are the true killers. Is this common knowledge? Hell no. How do I know about them? When my mother's body was found, it was drained of it's blood. No bite marks. Just a small cut on the arm. I remember everything that was on the news that night. I was only five. It's been ten years now. My father started drinking the day after the funeral. I started taking care of myself.

When I was ten, I went out searching for the vampires that killed my mother-I always believed in the superstitious-only to run into a purple skinned man with red eyes, red hair, and red fingernails. Was I scared? No, I was terrified. The man saw everything in my eyes. The pain of losing my mother and father even though only one of them was dead. He knew lots. He told me lots. He talked about vampires and vampaneze. He tried to tell me that vampires were the evil ones. Did I believe him? For a while, yes. I used to go out and find him every night to learn more. Every night until I found him feasting on a young man who looked to be in his early twenties maybe. I watched the whole thing in horror; from beginning to end. And before that murderous son of a bitch realized I was there, I ran. Home. To my bedroom where I thought I was safe. And I cried. I still went out searching night after night, but I was back to where I had started. Except this time I knew it wasn't the vampires that killed my mother. I knew it had to be the vampaneze. Problem is I didn't know which one. I never would.

But it's different now. This time I know what type of creature I'm looking for. I've been researching for ages. I know what signs to look for. I know how vampires act, and what they can and cannot do. But that's not enough. I must make sure I find the right kind of vampire to blood me. Someone who won't laugh in my face and turn me away, but someone who won't jump at the chance to do it. Only someone who will think about it first. Then I know I can trust them.

So now I walk. I have packed some changes of clothes, a bar of soap, and some other things including a picture of my mum and items that hold a sentimental value. A pair of gloves on my hands and a hat in my pocket in case it gets cold. Sneakers on my feet and my bag slung over my shoulders.

I ease open my window and crawl onto the roof. Walking across as silently as possible, I jump into the tree next to the house. Making my way down to the ground I pray that I didn't wake father-he gets really pissed if anyone disturbs his sleep. That's why I took the window. The squeaky door could wake the entire cemetery.

Without another look back, I head for city limits. Bye-Bye Dublin. Bye-Bye Terri's past. Hello new life. Wandering without any particular aim, I'm consumed by the darkness of the night. The quarter moon lights my path and the stars guide me to what I hope will be my new home.

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I've been wandering for weeks now. I haven't run into anyone that could possibly be a vampire. It will probably be sometime yet. I left the road side some time ago and started exploring through the wilderness. I've been traveling by night. Only nearing civilization to stock up on food. I've slept during the day. I find it easier. I never was able to sleep well when it was dark out. I've bathed in the rivers and dried off in the sunlight. I mean, I have a towel, sometimes I use it; sometimes I don't. I wonder just how long ago it was when everyone else in the world stopped doing things this way. I didn't mind it. Actually, I quite enjoyed it. I'm blown away by the innocence of mother nature. Never could I have imagined something so delicate.

Almost a week ago-while I was sleeping-I woke up with a start. I thought I had heard something in the woods. I wasn't sure what it was and I wasn't going to check anything out. I figured it was just a deer, so I went back to sleep. I haven't heard anything since but I still wonder about it. I woke up early today though. Before sundown, so I took a bath. Now I let myself dry off in the little bit of sunlight that's left. I try to sleep near a river almost every day. It isn't easy, but I'm doing okay. I've been traveling quickly. Taking short breaks every now and then, and covering a lot of ground.

Gathering everything into my bag, with a fresh pair of clothes on my back I'm ready to take off again. Stretching and yawning one last time I make way. Well, I started too. Before I got the first step in, someone off to my far left sneezed. I stiffened. There wouldn't be any hikers or campers this far away from civilization. That narrowed it down as far as it would go at this point. Either a vampire or a vampaneze. I strained to look through the trees, but I didn't see anything. I listened closely and didn't hear anything. I grew impatient and anxious. "Well…are you gonna come out here and feast on me or what!"

A chuckle sounded and a figured slowly appeared a few hundred yards away. I couldn't tell what it was. I couldn't see any features, hair color or anything. Just the silhouette of someone. As frightened as I was, I didn't run for it. I didn't stay glued to the spot either. Instead, I started to walk toward the person. Three things could result from this; I'll meet the end of my journey and my life, I'll find someone who could help me, or I'll end up continuing on my way as though nothing every happened.

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