The week it happened, the day I changed, a being human fanfic

DAY 1

Tuesday, 10, April. 8:00.

To the future, there's this tingle down my spine, it's like a shiver in the warmth when you're in the luxury of comfort. It's not right, it's unnatural, uncanny… alien. Naturally I shall ignore this as I have homework, studies and exams to focus on. This morning seems bleak but the sunrise was golden with layers of rose dust floating round the clouds and dancing among the rooftops. I've gotta say, mornings are my favourite as they are always fresh and different with new noises and intentions.

This morning to be different, I decided to take the train to the library to study (mainly because the bus was late and I missed the first one). Trains are always dependant as they are there in all weather and there's never traffic to overwhelm the timings and they have better schedules then buses. Hence I think I prefer the trains, and might take them more. Today's train was conspicuous however, as I never noticed an unusual face. They are always the same, no matter whether they come by bus, train or taxi; every face is the same, local. This however wasn't a local face, he was pale, ghostly, with gleaming golden eyes that flickered, they flickered in an indescribable, uncanny way. He seemed to be a figure covered with only fingertips and the face to notice. He carried a deep red bag that seemed to be stained black in an attempt to hide the red. I was curious. Yet he dwelled on the opposite platform; there is occasionally the odd stranger who appears but luckily they never stay. Soon as my train arrived he disappeared, out of sight, out of mind as they say.

9:45, Tuesday, 10, April

Made it to the Library, it's boring. No word of a lie it is boring. The smell of musty books has a habit of distracting me, like a drug to investigate. As much as I find libraries boring because whenever I go I end up sitting in silence by myself studying for hours, but I find books intriguing. Books are histories that haven't happened and stories that our history has been foretold through. My favourite section tends to be the mythology section, this is because mythology is a history that is written in truth without false lies. It's history that hasn't been 'white washed'. I find it to be true.

Earlier when I was browsing through the myths I saw a flicker out of my eye corner, a moving shadow, a breeze. I put it down to the open windows and lack of people. Or the fact my mind plays tricks on me when I've been stuck inside with musty tattooed tree corpses. But it was there, it felt like a spirit walking over my grave as the same shiver as earlier was electrified down my spine.

3:00, Tuesday, 10, April

Made it to school on time, bored and frustrated, I wish I never had to deal with subjects that teach it wrong. I'm a mythology nerd and my history class is studying ancient mythology this week and the teacher somehow did it. They made it possible to screw up a topic soooo much that I'm going to go and research it myself and do the essay perfectly and historically accurately. It's never that hard.

Future me you're probably wondering "which topic was it that time" but I shall answer your prayers with a cringe. It was the topic of vampires. And the teacher decided to bring out known books that are mockeries of the vampyr name. VAMPIRES DON'T SPARKLE, THEY BURN OR HAVE AN ADVERSE REACTION TO SUNLIGHT. THEY ALSO DON'T HAVE A REACTION TO HERBS, THEY JUST HAVE A SIMPLE SCENT SENSITIVITY WHICH MAKES THEM REACT MORE TO STRONGER HERBS THAT REALLY DO NOT SMELL NICE.

Ok, rant over. Got to get my essay done to educate the teacher on their shitty choice of 'history'. It's not a bloody English class, it's history where we evaluate historical artefacts and sources for accuracy.

Evening, Tuesday, 10, April

I saw the figure again, his eyes were still golden brown and his figure ominous. I'm intrigued by this man and I don't know what is so fascinating as surely he is just a regular man that dresses slightly differently from the everyday bloke. I want to know more, I want to know everything. It's like a yearn for a sense of adventure and danger, it's this internal thrill that keeps you going.

DAY 2

7:38, Wednesday, 11, April

Tall and ominous with lustrous hair, the mystery man was watching on the other side of the tracks again this morning. Not possible for it to be anything special as one is a chance, two is coincidence and three's a pattern. That's ALL! so it is merely a coincidence that I saw him again at the same station at the same time as me. Pure coincidence. Right?

This morning I'm going to school early as my friends and I planned to do a group study sesh before the exams next week. We think we're being smart, we think we'll be studying, when in actual fact we will be talking about anything other than maths or something.

9:00, Wednesday, 11, April

Yet again I was right, we ain't studying. Adam is sat watching The Walking Dead on his phone over a maths text book, Anita is trying to get Adam to do work and is therefore not finishing at maths question. While Carter is just researching everything BUT his actual chemistry coursework, he keeps researching a variety of martial arts moves, drug concoctions and strange animals (he's a wit weird but not too bad of a friend). Oh but there's Sam, Sam for some reason is an after-school homework person so she's refusing to do homework and is just crocheting an omega blanket, I call it her excuse blanket but it is pretty cool.

I can't keep the mystery man out of my head, it's like an addiction, always at the forefront of your brain. What is so special about this dark, mysterious, tall, pale, golden eyed, perfect skinned, intriguing blood stained bag man? I mean seriously, stop thinking about his midnight black hair and his gol….-"this is ya friend sat next to you whilst we are meant to be studying, you're daydreaming out loud and sounding like a stalker, get over it we have a maths exam on Monday!"- ok, I guess my mystery man will have to wait til later. The friend trying to keep us all on track was failing miserably, but George was a nerd of nerds who got A's in all exams.

12:35, Wednesday, 11, April

Future me, I hope you know who this man is, because it hurts, it hurts to not know, I hate not knowings. This truly is the worst.

I swear I keep seeing him, I thought it was him when I got off the train at the second station this morning, but that's not possible, he was on the other platform. I also swear I saw him as I was going into college, he's like an itch, when you think you've got rid of it it keeps reappearing in more places. It feels like a stalker but this stalker is cute and ominous. Why am I enjoying this feeling sooo much?!

15:06, Wednesday, 11, April

Sat on the train home, and there's this really loud buzzing noise that is giving me a headache, I don't like it. How? H-how? He's there, again! How does he do it, alway be in the corner of the eye, exactly as your thoughts lean to him when silence arrives. He is definitely my stalker now, I've seen him once, yesterday and now almost every moment my thoughts are silent and empty.

Sunset on this day was beautiful, it was like a painting, with bold pinks, deep reds and oranges, all in perfect contrast with the burning sun at the centre of it all. Sunset and sunrise are my favourite time of day as they are the most beautiful moments in the sky. Isn't nature amazing?

Late evening, 11 Wednesday, April

He was behind me, I was sitting on the bus and never noticed, not even in the window reflection, that my mystery was sitting behind me like a dark guardian angel. I was super close to him and I was completely oblivious. I now have a stronger desire to discover who this wandering soul is. I need to know.

I got off the bus with anticipation of the possibility of seeing this dark shadow tomorrow. But it wasn't too long before I found out my shadow wasn't my own, he has become my shadow. My own tall ominous shadow. I intentionally took the long route home off the bus, I turned down to the river and followed it through the graveyard stopping on a bench close to the church and began to scroll through my phone. I've gotta know who he is, I need to know.

Day 3

6:15, Thursday, 12, April

Morning world, he didn't follow me. I sat in that graveyard last night for hours, thinking he would be there but he never showed up. I think I've become an obsessive paranoid person, all because of a tall dark man that I keep seeing. If I don't see him I'm gonna call myself crazy and find another, healthier obsession to flaunt over. Currently gazing out my window, I'm catching the brief start of sunrise, I love sunrise. It's gorgeous and always brings a new colour.

Staring into the street, people watching, looking for those going to work, those rushing to school and the few that don't have any cares in the world and walk their dogs at the slowest pace ever because they enjoy being inconvenienced. Round the corner however, just past the church something different lurkes. It's a small flicker, like the golden snitch from Harry potter or a shining coin glinting in the day break. It's familiar, but I can't seem to pinpoint where I spied this flicker before. What is it? Who could be there?

Disappointingly, I realised who the flicker belonged to, it's my stalker, my mystery man.

Three's a pattern.

10:35, Thursday, 12, April

He sat behind me. Never would have taken him for a chocolate orange hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows kind of person, but seems as though he is. I'm sitting in silence whilst I'm constructing my history essay on the topic of historically accurate vampyr myths and legends. I've got myself a large ruby latte and it's quite nice, sweet enough to last me quite a while but good enough that I don't feel iky. The first is as if my essay writes; "In the world western cultures have depicted vampires as bloodthirsty creatures that dwell in the dark as they sparkle in sunlight or are allergic to vervain. This ain't quite true, a vampire isn't as black and white as you may think. Yes sunlight affects them, and their senses are incredible but their memories are also better. They are the enhanced humans, and these enhancements make them the deadliest, fastest and most efficient killers in the world. Their aversion to sunlight comes from the human body as it burns in bright sun but this can never kill a vampire, merely give them burns like a human would receive from a fire." And that's as far as I've gotten, it's gonna go on but it hasn't worked that far yet.

I've placed a little hand mirror propped on my laptop as I was trying to get an eyelash out of my eye, but it's surviving a second purpose, making my mystery man seem even more of a mystery. He has no reflection, not in my mirror, not in my phone, not anywhere. What is this man, what does he want?

12:45, Thursday, 12, April

I'm nervous, he hasn't moved, not even to get up to go to the toilet or get another drink, he's just slowly sipped the hot chocolate as I've been writing my essay. It's unnerving to see his reflection. I don't know what he is doing, he has definitely become my stalker. Each time I look round to find something I clearly see his dark auburn hair that from a distance looks midnight black. His golden eyes that spookily glow and his freakishly pale skin, even my room dwelling ginger friend is darker in skin than this ghost. I did get a paper cut earlier when I was shuffling paper and he did wince as though he was smelling goat cheese (I don't like goats cheese, smelly nasty cheese). It was as if he could smell my cut, smell the crimson juice from a small slit on my hand. I'm going from wondering who this mystery man is to what…what could he be? The fact that I keep looking at him makes him feel more mysterious and intriguing. My curiosity is overwhelming me, it's like a fluster, an emotion, an addiction. Oh shit look at the time it's 13:10 better go, bus to catch, it'll take me 10 minutes to walk to the stop.

15:38, Thursday, 12, April

My shadow follows me once more, this time it stayed on me, I couldn't lose it once. Currently it lurks outside my home on a bench in the shade. I want to ask why it has decided to pray for me, what is so special about me? How can I be important in any way?

A thousand questions and ponders flood my brain, I've got to know this thing, I need to understand the mystery and why there are so many questions.

"Can I offer a cuppa? or coffee?" Why that was the first question I have no idea.

Tho the shadow has a voice, "I prefer something stronger but I'll take a black tea if you're offering."

Shocked, I still played waitress, bringing out a cup of tea for me and a black one for the devil on the doorstep.

With my hand outstretched I introduced myself, "Hiya, I'm Ember, and you are?"

I could watch him contemplating what to send in reply, "Hi…" he began to shake my hand analysing each detail, "I'm Eden, nice to meet you Ember, you make good tea."

He stared at me as if he was looking past my soul, I noticed his eyes had begun to flicker like I'd noticed days ago. Cautiously, I turned round blinking a few times like dust had got into my eyes.

Eden, seems like a strange person with overly cold hands and strange flickering eyes. I still ponder the question of who he is. I don't find a name that tells me, a name is just a word that is easier than calling everyone he or she or it.

We chatted for a while and as the sun had almost fully disappeared, Eden passed me his cup and departed with a swift, "Till next time Human, Ember"

What, what! That just poses more questions, we conversed for what felt like hours and he ended with Human. WHAT!?

Day 4

4:34, Friday, 13, April

Future me I hope you understand what that Eden guy was on about last night about Human cause I, I just want to know more. I have that desire to find him today and find out more because he is now my stalker and tbh I hope he keeps stalking me because he seems sweet and not at all mean, given his dress sense.

His voice last night was soft and soothing, it glided out of his thin lips and floated like a feather. He was majestic when he departed and kindness followed each smile. I must know him.

This morning seems fresh and pure, but uniquely intriguing. I don't know what it is but I have a gut feeling about today and that what it may bring could change my whole outlook on the world. I must know why this feeling exists and discover the truth behind that kind smile.

8:50, Friday, 13, April

He's here, he's still following me, I love it, it's like a strange adventure. I followed him this time, not caring about trains or missing school, this felt more important. It felt like destiny. Yet it also had a slight back of mind feeling that I have begun a dance with the devil. A tall, handsome, pale, kind devil.

I caught him, he had cornered himself down an alley behind the station but his smile wasn't kind this time, it was menacing, different, it had hunger behind it. An unconscious thirst that was unnatural and inhuman.

Fear. Fear has flooded my soul and within a blink I am the one trapped. It isn't human. Clearer now I'm staring into his flickering eyes that are darker than night and are no longer their previous beauty cast in gold. Terror has overcome me and my body feels frigid, what is happening, what is this feeling.

The eyes have become hypnotic, like galaxies twirling round and round. What is this? What is happening? I felt the floor with my hand as I had shrunk into the ground feeling like a mouse being hunted by a hawk. Noticing a slight demonic smile creep out from the side of his lip, an emotionless smile filled with hunger. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream but I felt paralysed. But this time fear has gone, I feel paralysed with curiosity. My questions are being answered one by one.

Eyes black as night are inhuman, demonic, a smile of hunger that hides fangs like an animal, skin whiter than a wedding; eyes black, skin pale, fangs behind hunger, speed in grace; fangs, wrong eyes, pale; pointy fangs, pale inhuman eyes. His appearance is familiar, what is he, why is he so familiar, where have I seen his likeness before?

"VAMPIRE", I think I shouted that but it wasn't in a fearful tone, I seemed pleased.

"Actually, Ember, it's Vampyr. Vampires are fables, stories made up by westernised countries because they misunderstood cultured practices." His voice was now soft and gentle, his eyes golden again and teeth no longer pointy.

"W-w-Why me?"

"You intrigued me, you aren't like other humans I've met, and I've seen quite a few in my time."

"I'm curious, how long have you been around?" Finally I'll understand.

"I've seen both wars, fought in both and many monarchs I have greeted and all of them became faithful acquaintances. I've been to the Battle of Hastings, played poker with King Arthur, and merlin was my best friend as a child." He seemed unsure of his age but was sure about the time period he was changed. He has been in his twenties since the 7th century.

"So you've been in your twenties for about 1'500 years. To be honest I respect the fact that you've survived for so long, wait does that make you one of the oldest vampyrs?" I have too many questions.

"Well, wait, are you just making conversation because I've fallen for this trick before and I was almost slain by an ameture. " His grip tightened round my shoulders, pinning me firmly to the ground.

"Somewhat no, I have had eternal curiosity for days, ever since I spied your silhouette on the other side of the tracks." How long can I keep him talking?

"Well, I'm glad you noticed, I was wondering how long it would take for you to realise your importance, now stay still. Ever since you got that paper cut you have been racing in my thoughts." Licking his lips, sharply I gulped.

"What do you mean?" Trying not to scream, his eyes became demonic once again.

Without any further sound from Eden, his jaw extended to display a sharp set of fangs that were descending towards me.

Did I want to die or do I have too much to try and live for?

Fumbling between the moss and concrete, I found a shard of glass I believe to be from a window and jabbed it hard into his thigh. A wild yelp was realised between the fangs and I scurried away turning corners and leaping onto a slowly departing train. He was nowhere to be spied on.

12:20 Friday, 13, April

I'm still not over what happened earlier. I mean my questions were answered and so were my prayers. Vampyrs exist, flipping vampyrs EXIST! Never thought that would be the answer in a million years.

My stalker is a freakishly handsome vampyr with dark hair and eyes of gold. Dam, nobody would think that.

I am confused though, he spoke to me like I knew of higher power and that my destiny was more than a history freak. How? I am Ember, a simple student that is insignificant. Yet Eden made out that I was important, that confuses me. Is that why he let me go? But that makes no sense he said I smelled different, intriguing, full of a different breed. The way Eden put it it sounded like I was a drug, something he was drawn to…perhaps Fate!

In all twisted fate, I hope Eden finds me again. Even Though I have found my answers, plenty more are here, plenty more I need answers for.

Who am I that I don't know? Why am I different? What makes me more unique than another, Human?

I have to know, I have to understand. I have a dying thirst to know more.

13:57, Friday, 13, April

I hope I see him once more. My day is almost over and I'm heading home taking the same train as usual but at a quieter time. I have a plan, but if it turns out the way I desire is another story, this could easily turn into a bloodbath if played wrong. I have to use my young wit to outsmart this ancient Vampyr and use my petty hyperfixation on these mythological brings to my advantage.

I don't want to harm Eden, but I am not ready to have lunch, I have to do more and longer lives seem lonely and loneliness is one lifetime I don't desire to spend in milenia.

I think I see him lurking, to ensure he follows me I pricked my finger, I think I pricked it too deep however because it's not stopping bleeding, at least there's a visual trail now as well as a trail of scent. Fingers crossed it works. God I hope it works, this is probably my final chance to know all, truly.

Stalking me I hear his chains rattling, the only downside to having a vampyr as a stalker is, you can't watch his reflection. A rather useful skill when being followed. I guess that's what makes them the perfect hunters. I cautiously step into the train and stay in the doorway, on purpose. Acting as if he is invisible I'm staring at my phone waiting for his move.

"Chess," there's a soft voice driving over my shoulder, "Chess is a most intellectual game might you think, but there are many silly moves easily made by each party and there is always an eventual checkmate."

"You brought out the board days ago, I'm just playing my next move, I see you've played yours." I'm trying to contain my fear and I'm burying it deep beneath my confidence. "Hereby, My turn!" Spinning round I did what any sane person meeting a vampyr for the first time would do and be classic with a cross and garlic. A small chautle left the side of his lip, "Ha, you know nothing…, Human." He paused like it was an attempt at any insult. I just used it as power.

"Indeed my good friend, I do seem to have fresh, warm blood flowing unsparingly throughout my body." It's become a tease and I feel as though I have him, he is my prey now, "But I am merely learning what I must with the little knowledge I possess."

"Ah but I am a thousand of your lifetimes and this knowledge you possess does not affect me as I have a thousand years of this torture." Eden definitely tried to sound smart and definitely not like an egotistical man. I continue to pause and ponder my next move. Strategy is all a game of chess is, strategy plus bluff and the only way he shall cave is through one strategic bluff. Raising my still bloodied finger I release the cross and garlic which cascade down to the floor. Eden's gaze flickers and I move closer, clasping a small syringe in my hand. Eyes almost fixed on the crimson stream it stutters, "nnn-no. Not fair, you cheat!" I have him cornered, he is a predator that clearly can't think on an empty stomach. All his moves are out, all the pieces blocking his next move are his. "This trap of yours, why has it been set?" Eden is attempting to find methods to delay his thirst.

"I have infinite curiosity into your world and you presented an opportunity for me to study further." I have him confused, I wonder how much longer he can hold back.

Inching forward, Eden is straining to hold back the hunger that controls. "You are infinitely a mystery Ember, you are a question without answer." Pools of sweat have formed waterfalls, I give him merely moments. "You're a beauty Ember, Ember you are a smart individual. Ember I beg you," watching, he falls to his knees in pain. Is he losing?

"Why do you beg?" I question this out of heart, he's lost. I can see that, but it's not to me.

"I plead you stop, you have no idea what you are trying to do, I can tell you are asking of me a great deal, that of which I shan't pass on this curse, it has bound me for milenia and I vowed not to pass this on." His eyes have turned to night now and his cries are holding the hunger behind breaking glass.

"Fine," I lowered my hand, trying to hide the blood, "my curiosity has bested me and I have watched you fall and I shall forfeit the game. Let's call it a stalemate." Extending out my hand I forget it had blood on it for a moment too long. Eden shook. Hands releasing and Eden is at war. Blood is sitting in his palm and he fights the urge to not give in.

He lost. Eden lost the game and called off the cease fire. The monster inside has caused fear to flood my spine. It lunges towards me and has me in control by the neck. PAIN! Pain cascades through my veins. Fighting this pain I take the syringe and jab his back drawing up a few ml of black liquid. Eden flinches but seems a bit preoccupied draining my life force. The longer he drinks the further I fade. My eyes flutter and I slowly descend into Eden's grasp with all of my weight in his arms.

"I- I feel sleepy!"

Day 5

10:34, Saturday, 14, April

I don't remember getting off the train. Blinking to adjust my eyes, I attempt to remember what happened.

"Shit, he drained me." Not realising I exclaimed out loud I heard a faint voice from the dark.

"Agh, Language, please." It's soft and gentle. No voice of hunger or pain.

"Where the bloody hell am I? What happened and why don't I remember? What is this place? What is happening to me? WHAT DID YOU DO?" I think I started shouting, I've lost control.

"You are safe, we are at my home, your memories will return shortly, call it shock if you must. And I believe I have fulfilled your wish." Eden's voice stayed gentle, it was comforting.

Trying to stand I was thrust back down by chains that bound my limbs to a chair. The cold chain pinched my skin as I became aware of what was happening. "How did you figure it out?" I calmed down into acceptance and allowed an explanation.

"After I drank, I noticed the syringe in your hand, and I observed what you had done and plus I snooped in your study books. It has been a good 20 hours since you cornered me on the train. After the train stopped however I had to carry you out of the train and get you to my home. Where I chained you in the chair and wondered what to do next. I don't usually change people as I made a promise a very long time ago. Yet you seemed special so I then fed you my blood, fyi the syringe doesn't work, it has to be flowing from my body, I don't know why it just does. Then we waited because you were already half dead and you had to be at the brink of death for the curse to work." It sounded sincere and comforting, I liked it, I think we have finally joined in trust.

"What happens now, my lack of pets and family at home would be worrying." A smirk painted my face as I realised no-one would miss me.

"Well, now I keep you here with me until the hunger is controlled, you are now a puppet to vampyrism but you can control it after time. It is hard, but it works, and I believe you are strong enough." It was weird. I think he genuinely cares about my possible actions, never knowing the undead have souls.

12:06, Saturday, 14, April

I've been sitting in this chair for a few hours now and it is uncomfortable, it has an uneven surface and I think I'm getting splinters, plus these chains are heavy. Also I'm hungry, it's this hunger I've never felt before, it's overwhelming. My heart is pounding at the thought of food, but the food is one word that is lounging on the tip of my tongue. Why is this hunger so strong? What is wrong with me?

Lashing side to side I want to break out of these chains. It hurts but I don't think I can stop, the hunger is too much, I must, it hurts to move but I must. Sandpaper is a sensation throughout my body. Blood has started to emerge from my skin, I will break my arms to get out of this chair.

A smell, a delightful smell is blessing my nose. A loud creak opens the door to my prison. There it is! What I desire. Eden gently placed the cup on the small 3 leg table in the corner. The glass had little decoration but did have a small flower pattern growing up the side that was a deep green with many leaves and simple flowers. It was tall, about 2 hands high with a larger top. The table was dark brown with imperfections and a slight slant. But it was chunky with each leg slightly different in size.

Drool began to tumble out of my mouth, I felt my teeth sharpen and my need for the crimson blood goodness increase. My desire has grown strong enough to be controlling. As my focus fixated on the crimson cup, I never noticed Eden lock the prison door and approach me. He shocked my soul with soft hands that pressured my forearms. Eyes flickering between lunch and love confused my head, my stomach turned and my eyes rolled. The overwhelming strength of this new impossibility knocked me out cold once more.

12:37, Saturday, 14, April

I can move my hands freely and kick the air, my head still throbs at the overwhelming hunger but I feel myself returning to consciousness. Lights brightly welcome my senses, the soft cushions beneath me are coated in smooth leather and faux fur, along with a fresh herbal mint and raspberry tea steaming on a small coffee table in the centre of the rugged carpet that warms the tiled floor. At my side emerging in front of my view is a dark haired beauty. His eyes were golden and his look was soft and comforting.

"Hey, hey, how are you doing?" A soft hand was stroking my hair and seemed unsurprised at my reactions to this experience. Eden wants to comfort me and is ensuring I am alright. I have this gut sensation to eternally trust this kind figure, it's irresistible but easily taken over by my hunger.

"Aaough." Pressing my hand firmly to my forehead my skull feels like it's gonna explode, it's beating faster than the samber.

"Are you alright, Ember. What's wrong?" A concerned look flushed over Eden's face, almost as if someone spilled wine over the new white carpet. "Seriously, I need to know if something is wrong, I can help, with…anything."

I was clasping my stomach with one hand and my head the other. All of my senses are 1000 times more heightened than before and it's too much. Make it stop.

Hunger.

Fear.

Light.

Smell.

Sound.

The slightest movement is like a firework, too loud to process. How do I make it go away? Fixated down, my eyes glance at a light hand that is offering the glass of blood, "Here this should help for now."

Glancing up I find a smile. Without a second thought I hold the glass staring into the crimson world below and feel sharp fangs crowd my mouth as I gulp down the blood, licking out the glass as much as I could as if I were a child with a bag of sweets. Staring straight ahead I feel the blood disperse down my throat, it feels like the first cup of tea on a fresh morning. The sensation was thrilling, but I wanted more. This put in my stomach feels like a black hole for the liquid gold.

Fangs out and eyes black I kindly ask, "is there any more?"

His look was disappointing, Eden stared through my coal eyes and sternly said, " sorry but no, we have to keep your blood desire down so one glass max a day for the next few weeks as your strength regains, then it'll be less until you can go years without needing blood. It allows for as normal of a life as possible."

I think my next reaction was a punch, straight between the eyes on Eden's face. My instincts tell me I require blood and need it constantly, but I feel Eden is right somehow. I have to survive without blood, to survive longer.

14:00, Saturday, 14, April

The day has been spent inside learning grounding techniques with Eden. Apparently playing a game of dominoes but not knocking them down is control. I just find it disappointing. We cleaned the house top to bottom, putting everything in specific orders for reasons I can't be bothered to remember. All we've done is pass time in the most boring ways possible. I want to be running about or doing martial arts, my goal with this eternal lifetime is to become an expert at martial arts and languages. I want to be able to kick someone's ass in their language and local martial art. It would be hilarious. I've also been putting off going to uni but now, I have all the time in the world to take the most ridiculous courses and be able to take another. Now hearing myself think that it sounds sad but trust me I have plans and I'm going to be great, but I shall have one rule with those I turn to. That rule shall be, they can be vegan or vegetarian, and that should be for entertainment, or it should be one friend I know will enjoy vampyrism for the next few centuries. For I don't want to get bored for the next few centuries.

From what Eden has told me his past few centuries have been spent locked away and avoiding any sort of human contact, tbh that sounds boring. If I was his age and lived like the 6th century I would want to go round seeing everywhere, smuggling myself into posh events and just living, seeing the world grow throughout the centuries, find out what I can do and just be free. I would have money for ages if I'd started saving since bank accounts were a thing. I could be free. That's what I want to do, I'm going to enjoy the centuries, perhaps watch friends and family die but I'll be able to do what I want and truly travel and experience everything, but better with the vampyr senses. It's gonna be a blast.

"Ember, if you want to live like that, you've got to be careful, some actions can lead to questions you shouldn't have as they could endanger our entire species." Eden's voice was strong and strict and had a sense of past experiences. I think he knows what can happen when you knock about for a milenia and a half. Stay in one place too long and people start asking questions.

Anyways I think I have a few more boring chores to do, to 'control the beast inside' or something like that.

Day 6

05:15, Sunday, 15, April

Again, I feel the hunger! I thought it was meant to hinder the more control I get. My stomach is beating for blood and I need it.

Hovering for a moment I think I smell it, it's sweet, yet noticeable. It's like hearing the kettle flicked on from upstairs, it's familiar yet alien still. Racing to the kitchen I glimpse at Eden restraining himself from tasting his addiction, he's wanting it sooo bad, I sense that. Me being here is breaking him, he's nearly holding it together, from the fact he has been clean for so long is remarkable, given his age. I truly can see that it takes one trip to try and stop yourself from cascading back into the pit you climbed from. Somehow it pains me to see him this way.

Walking into the kitchen, guided by the scent, I remove the glass and bags from Eden's grasp. I moved them out of his view and distracted him with a thousand questions. He was barely able to answer past his ever growing pale complexion. He may be a milenia in experience and I may only be a few decades but I can tell better than he can when it's past breaking point. Eden can't do this, not for as long as he planned, he's shattering into figments of what is strong. I prevent myself from asking any more distraction questions, so I take my glass of breakfast up to my room and Finish it as I begin to collect my things into one bag.

I have to leave, it's the right thing for Eden, right?

10:36, Sunday, 15, April

My bag is shoved under my bed and I've hidden all the blood in the house, for Eden's sake. I ensured we did calming distraction techniques this morning, for Eden, to try and tape him back to normal. He needed this more than me, I've gained control and I'm sipping the blood I'm given, on only the second day as well. The urges are there but ever since I was small I have been able to hide and control overwhelming thoughts and irregular actions. Eden seems the opposite, that's why he required these grounding techniques. They help him focus on the smaller details and ignore anything else that could be happening.

He's less erratic now and seems to have gained a tad more colour in his cheeks (well as much as vampyres can get), he seems more alert.

"So what should we do now, we could go for a walk along the pier and build rock towers along the beach." Eden still had a quiver of uncertainty in his voice and I don't trust his suggestions, but I need to get out of this house, the walls seem to be shrinking.

"Yeah, why not. You sure you're alright though? You seemed peaky this morning and not quite yourself." I needed to make sure Eden is alright enough to go outside, where there are people, with blood in them, and possible cuts, it could just be a bit tempting that's all.

A small pause and ponder before he reluctantly replied, " yeah, I was just a bit hungry, I get like that sometimes. It's not dangerous, I just have a drop of blood every now and again to keep the beast below, that's all."

"Hmmm, if you're sure." I wasn't convinced, "well shall we get our coats and shoes on then, the ride could be coming in any second."

We got our shoes and coats on and grabbed a domino each and a small handful of coins and cash for if we want to play in the arcade. We quickly nabbed our sunglasses as we locked the door behind us.

"To the Beach!"

14:56, Sunday, 15, April

There is sand in every crevice, all the cobwebs have been blown away and we have each got a teddy hucked under each arm. For a moment it felt like humanity, the chaos and fun of going to the beach as a kid.

On the beach, the sun was bright in the sky and we played around with sand castle buildings and examined interesting rocks and stacking them high up. We dipped our feet in the sea and felt each wave and focused on each grain. We even tested out the fun side of being a vampyr, there was slight elemental control, we played with waves, the sand, making it windy enough for kites and dead enough for a pleasant day, we were having a blast. We got Mr Whippy ice creams with flakes in them and tasted the cold delights. It was the best day. In the arcade we won two dinosaurs, one for me and one for Eden, they are soooo fluffy and adorable. The fun could last forever.

But it didn't, Eden said he was in control, being the milenia of wisdom he has. Yet he started to lose control. Good thing we wore sunglasses as he began to 'vamp out' . I've a child tripping and grazing his knee. We had to get home, he is not alright, he's still broken. It seems as though being a vampyr for eternity will always have it's setbacks. We did get home in time for Eden to calm down and judge wh18:20, Sunday, 15, April

I've been sitting in the cellar on vamp watch. Eden has decided that his actions are becoming uncontrollable and he needs to stop it. Slashes are all over his shirtless body and I hold the knife in my hand. He is taking this blood lust seriously and controlling it using ancient methods. He is bleeding himself dry and as he puts it, 'cleansing his system'. Eden is gonna end up dead by Monday morning. I don't know how long he can keep it up. It is painful to watch. He is refusing to eat anything, he's not even touching water. I don't know how much longer I can watch him suffer at his own hand.

Staring at his face, there's blood seeping from his temples, his eyes are wide and flickering with darkness, his fangs are indecisive but keep puncturing his bottom lip. His chest bore and slashed with scars and fresh open wounds that are closing. That's the only problem when bleeding a vampyr, they heal faster than any known human. So the slashes have to be repeated each 10 - 15 minutes. It pains me to do it but Eden ensures me it's for the greater good. How long though? How long will I be doing this, how long can he go like this? It's unhealthy and can't work for the rest of eternity. Also how many times has he done this? All of these questions are going unanswered but could be erased by one action that would solve Eden's pain and prevent any possible further actions. The pains on his face are reflections of his past and it could've done in years previous. He can't possibly last this long, it has to be done, I have to do something.

at was really going on.

21:48, Sunday, 15, April

The pondering thought has been flowing through my thoughts. It has to be done, but how. I've disappeared upstairs for a moment to have a sip of blood to help me think a tiny bit better, there's no urge to do this, I'm fine now, I can finally control my internal beast, Eden however. Well I have had a thought, I have to, I… I have to drive a stake through his heart, it's the only way he will ever be at peace, and from what I have kept seeing on his face, it's the right thing. I grab my small glass of blood and wander downstairs to the basement with the steak from the liquors. Creaking open the door I saw Eden fixated on me with eyes black and fangs out. I think he can sense what I'm about to do.

"Hiya, how are you doing now?" I ensure my voice is soft and I hide the blood and steak. He doesn't reply. "I think I know you can sense what I'm going to do, don't you." He knows.

"Yes, and please I beg of you, it's well overdue and I think it's more than a good enough time to do it…PLEASE." His voice was stressful but was reassuring that this is what he wants. I guided his head to the glass in my hand and let him drink for the final time, he was more contempt now. As his head leaned backwards to accept the warm drink. As he did this I brought out the steak and started to push it into his chest. It goes smoothly and I hear a whispered, "thankyou love" from Eden and I feel a light kiss on my cheek as his body fades I to ash in the air.

Day 7

3:48 Monday, 16, April

My head rests between my knees and my heart has sunk. The steak in my hand and the glass shattered on the floor around the ash, blood concoction. My face wet with tears and my hands red with blood. I've lost my maker and a friend, but this is how it should've happened.

6:45, Monday, 16, April

I slump upstairs to find a small capsule. Within Eden's things I have found a necklace with a small capsule pendant on it where I take it downstairs and gather a few ashes into it before I sweep the rest into a box to deal with later. Blood painting the floor of the cellar took me scrubbing with a brush for the floor to seem clean again and not as if it needed to be cleaned from blood. After all the cleaning I know I can't stay here, so I take what is Eden's out of his room and burn what shouldn't be saved and put piles of donations and but I'm going to Bag a box of his trinkets that I want to save because he was a man with taste in jewellery and shirts.

I don't think I'd ever been in his bedroom before, his wallpaper is definitely from the 1960s but kept well, his bed is neatly made with a soft blue shade of bedsheet and somehow surprisingly, a small teddy bear layed on the pillow. There's a frame on the bedside table with him and a girl dressed in an 1800s dress and another in older and older clothing. It's his past and his lovers and who he was. Each photo he had a smile that brightened the photo. Looking on the back of each frame there's a message from each lover and two dates. Tears are building in my eyes because each lover had a heart for Eden and each was special.

6:45, Monday, 16, April

18:00, Monday, 16, April

It's been hard to leave this house, I've made a base and I have a friend here, Eden. He will forever be here in my soul.

The click of the door locking behind me put a lump in my throat. I walked to the car and slumped into the driver's seat where I started the engine with Eden on the passenger seat and I drove to the pier. The seagulls were flying about, and there were busy cafes and quiet beaches. I parked up the car not far from the pier and took Eden out of the car and reluctantly wandered down the pier to the end where the wind was blowing out to sea so I opened the lunchbox I had put Eden's remains in and let him drift out into the ocean and fly on the wind for the rest of eternity. He was finally free.

I now have to get out of here and start new, a trip to my house to start to gather small things then leave it with a friend. I've gotta go and escape and start again, fresh and free to be who I please. I have the car and Eden's memories, it's time to move out of this tiny town and explore the bigger world.

I put my sunglasses on my nose and roll down the car window, blood bag in my hand and put my foot on the peddle and I'll drive until I stop somewhere interesting. I'll leave the town behind and never return unless perfectly necessary. I have eternity ahead of me and a new world to explore and find life past the sunset.