The Flame

Romano

               Hey, I'm Romano. I am about 5' 11, I have shaggy black hair that brushes against my cheeks, and my eyes are a golden brown color.

I've been told that I surprise people that I am healthy for how pale I am, that I look deathly pale; I also surprise people that I'm not very tan for how much I'm outside.

Oh, and for those who don't know, I am a vampire, which should explain as to why I am so pale.

Yes, that means that I, Romano Night am a bloodsucking creature of the night.

The only way I am able to go into the light is because I was born a vampire, and I do my best not to use that for granted. I really do try, but no one is perfect, so I do make mistakes.

            Some would think that being a vampire is a special gift, to be any type of mythical creature really, but in reality, it's a terrible curse.

Constantly having the urge to drink blood, human blood; the sun burning your skin if you stay in it for too long; having an aura around you that makes people feel uncomfortable; it's all part of a large curse.

I admit there are some good things that come with it, like, faster healing, more speed, higher senses, and other things like that, but everything comes with a price whether it's good or bad.

         Last night was strange, very strange; one moment I'm just sitting at my desk working on homework among other things, then the next thing I know I am pulling myself through my window with my clothing slightly singed and covered in ashes.

I sighed and went to my connected restroom after changing into clean clothing. I turned the sink on and splashed my face with warm water to clean some of the ashes off of my face.

As I looked up I saw that my eyes were a different color that there original shadowed golden brown. They were a bright glowing, fluorescent werewolf-like yellow with bright red specks.

          I was just flipping across the channel's until I landed across the news, there was a beautiful girl with red tip's and streak's on her long black, silky, hair on it.

She was whimpering sorrowfully as tears raced down her pale face, trying to see which one could drip off first. She intrigued me, so I left the TV on the news channel.

"I-I don't know h-how the fire started, I-I don't understand why I survived and they didn't." the beautiful girl on the TV stated with her sad angelic voice, as she sobbed.

"Please, miss, can you tell us where the fire started?" the female news reporter asked.

"I-in my r-room, r-right next t-to my bed." the girl's sweet, candy-like, voice stuttered as she tried to swallow her sobs'.

"And how is it that you got out?" the news lady prodded her.

"I-I don't know; I-I went to bed, the fire started, a-and when I-I woke up I was s-safely o-outside." the beautiful girl whimpered, terrified, "C-Can I go now?"

"Please, ma'am, stay, and answer more questions." the reporter lady ordered, the girl's, bright colored, purple eyes, were originally filled with sorrow, became filled with rage.

"My aunt and uncle just died! I only have about four to five family members left! So you can wait for your stupid questions to be answered! Now let me mourn my aunt and uncle's death!" The girl spat out at the news reporter before stocking off and muttering, "Cagna."

She probably didn't realize that the hidden mic on the side could pick it up.

            "Turn the TV off, Romano." My adoptive dad, Storm, said, "You still have to finish getting ready for school so you are not late, again."