A Blind Spot In A Corridor
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
The winter was always bitterly cold, but Bree had gotten used to it. She never liked the cold, but now she thrives in it, thrives in the icy cold because of her new life, her now cold skin, the cold, the wind, the rain, the snow, and all the things others are drawn to hate. She hated them before, just like everyone else when she was human, but now she has grown to be accustomed to the change in weather, in the light, and in her new life.
What was left of her family was no longer who she thought they were, and the life she had left behind was not one she wanted to return to. She can see the other kids at her school as no one she would connect with. She saw their fake-smiles, their parodies of friendliness, and she knew they lie to her but she plays along as best she can. She saw the new life as a blood-drinker as a path she did not chose to have, but she walked that very path anyway, seeing that it was better to survive and adjust before going back to where and what she was before.
The blood-drinkers were all powerful, but uncontrollable as they were newborn, when their human lives were slipping away, clinging inside the creatures until it was lost forever. She was one of them, but she was one who had the most control, no matter how the thirst for the crimson liquid would destroy her on the inside out. She had someone to care about, to fight for, and someone who in turn cared for her, unlike anyone in her old life. Unlike her old life, which was full of pain and misery that never seemed to end, when all she wanted was a life of normalcy and to live, and nothing more.
She was a light that dimmed too soon in the cold outside that was nothing more than a harsh reality, a reflection of the life she was never meant to have, and the reflection of her that she never wanted to become. She was fated to follow the path of light that would be dimmed in a blind spot in a corridor, one that has darkened on her forevermore.