Forever My Love

Part 1

Sometimes life throws you curve balls and sometimes, if you're me, luckily you're not, you get thrown dodge balls. My name is Kelli Green and I'm not normal. I was born in 1913 in London, England by the name Elizabeth Green, and now in 2018 I don't look a day over 19, because on my 19th birthday I died.

I'm one of the first, the first batch to be made, the first to only eat animals, the first to leave England and venture the world alone. Of course I wasn't the only one to leave England just the first one. I guess I should tell you my origin story cause that's how these stories go. It was my 18th birthday, the year 1931, I was insanely in love with a young boy of 20, he was tall dark and handsome, though we went to school together I barely saw a change in his appearance. His name was Sawyer Kennedy, he was wealthy, his father was a doctor, he was in training to be a doctor himself and my father loved him, and Sawyer knew it. It was hard not to love Sawyer; he had this way about him that when he started talking you couldn't look away you hung onto every word. Knowing what I know now I would've stayed clear of him, but alas I was young and my father wouldn't let as he called Sawyer "a wonderful young lad" leave without a beautiful wife on his arm. My father was very pursuant about me marrying Sawyer. So we started talking, getting to know each other he called it. Sawyer would pick me up in his beautiful carriage with this beautiful horse pulling it everyday at midday and we would go to have tea and a midday meal talking the whole time, and at 5:00 at night before my family would sit for dinner he would drop me off at my door kissing my cheek as he bid me farewell. It never occurred to me that I never remembered where the time went or that I started wearing high neck gowns.

I was oblivious to the signs; I was in love with this man who I'd truly known for about month. When Sawyer came to Sunday tea at my house with me and my parents I knew it was going to happen, he was going to ask for my hand in marriage. I spent the day with my dressing maid picking the perfect dress. When Sawyer came up the driveway with his beautiful horse drawn carriage myself and father stood at the door waiting. Sawyer proposed that day and a few months later we were married. Now I don't remember quiet how I found out about Sawyer, he must've wiped it from my memory, but I do remember about a year from our wedding his father barging down our door at midnight yelling about how stupid Sawyer was for letting me find out. I had planned on running away from my new husband and his secret the same night but what happened was worse than loosing my family and the fear of my husband. I remember what happened next down to the very last detail, cause who doesn't remember their own death. Sawyer and his father came into the bedroom where I was pretending to sleep and he pulled me up by my arm and swung me into the adjacent wall. I slid to the floor, crying in pain, I looked up to see Sawyers father was the one who threw me. Sawyer was yelling at him to stop and that he'd take care of me but that didn't stop his father. What happened next was too real to be a dream; he ripped his wrist off with his mouth and fed me his blood. I choked a few times until he thought I had enough then he wrapped his hands around my neck and all I could think was it wasn't supposed to end like this. WE weren't supposed to end like this, I always saw us laughing and growing old together. Just me and Sawyer, and maybe a few kids...

Looking back on all that it seams silly and childish. Now the only thing I need or want is...air. Everything is starting to fade away and Sawyer isn't even trying to save me, I try to yell at him for help it doesn't work the tears start to fall and I know Death is coming for me. "I'm so sorry, daddy." I just barely get out before everything goes black.

When I awake my throat is dry and I felt ill, I stood up shakily and went to get a drink from the icebox only to find the house empty. No Sawyer, no father-in-law, nothing, just the furniture and an empty house. I did the first thing that came to mind, I ran to my father's house, about halfway there I started crying. How could he leave me like this? His father almost killed me! When I got to the house I went to the dining room where my parents where eating their morning meal and when I saw them something savage took over me and I ate them. I drained the people who gave me life of their blood and I enjoyed every second of it. I was a monster, when the maid came in to see what the screams where about I drained her too. I didn't know why I did this but the burning in my throat was gone and I wasn't shaky anymore, I felt so powerful. I stood up and looked into the hanging mirror, I looked horrifying, and the top half of my face was all puffed out and mean looking. I looked down at the mess I made when my kid brother Tomas gasped and stared at me not sure what to do I smiled and told him to leave and went upstairs to change into a new dress and with that I left the country. I snuck onto a boat leaving for the states and every time I fed for the first few months there I cried remembering the screams of my parents as I fed on them. That's when I decided to only feed on animals. I couldn't take the pain of feeding on someone's family members.