Reasons
Dons P.O.V
I made it sixty-seven miles from Linwood in a matter of three hours. I still had tears in my eyes from the way I left my sweet Angela but I knew it was for the best. I knew it was the right thing to do after the way that vampire attacked her, trying to kill her. And it was all my fault. If I had never gone there and fell in love with her, no vampires would even know she existed. I knew the only way I could protect her was being as far away from her as possible. That's what they wanted anyways. They didn't want me to be with a human. They thought it was wrong.
Thought know she can know live a normal life. Hopefully marry a human, and have children. Were I couldn't give any of that to her. She disserves more than me. She needs to be happy. I knew if I wanted the best for her then I was to be gone, out of her life forever.
As for me I am not meant to be happy. I wasn't meant to love or have children and start a family. I'm technically dead. Me being a night walking, blood sucking, vampire I was meant to kill. So that is what I have to do, kill. Boy I hated that word. I didn't like going after humans. But if I wanted to survive then I have to.
I've been a vampire for nearly 40 years. And I still hated myself. I hated that vampire that killed my parents and then turned me. I was only eighteen at the time. Well technically I'm still eighteen now but I always will be. I will always look that age. Though I now I've been walking on this earth for fifty-eight years now. I was kicked out of my clan only two years after I was turned. Only because I tried killing, Brad, the man who turned me.
I have dark brown hair and right know red eyes. The only reason I say that is because my eyes are always changing colors according to how I feel or what I am doing. Like my eyes are red only when I feel angry, blue would mean relaxed, black when I was feeding, and lots more. It's almost like a mood ring. You can tell what I am feeling only by looking at my eyes. Witch sometimes can be a bad thing. Anyways getting back to me. I'm pretty tall, about 6 ft 8 in. and really fit. Being a vampire in all makes me stronger than any human.
Right now I'm sitting underneath some trees in the woods, wondering how Angela is. I mean she must have read the letter by now. Oh God, she must hate me for not confronting her in person. Though if I did that I would still be there right now. She wouldn't have let me go. So I know I've done the right thing. And with that I pushed all the thoughts of Angela out of my head, got up and kept moving. Hoping to make up some ground before sunrise.
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