Not a face but a mask ('OMG' Short Story)

Home sweet home

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                                                                                                                                           Home sweet home

                                           I stepped onto the hard wood floors of my part time hotel room in New York. I'd been living there for about 2 months, in hiding from various people, who I'm not obligated to tell you about.

I was considering leaving but then the thought came to me one night, where would I go?

To Roberts? Please I'd be caught in two secants in his small town. But on the other side, he would be to drunk to notice I was even there.

I tried to get him slobber, tried to get him a job and fix him up but he told me he didn't want to change, that he wanted to be the same person he was before and be in the same place he was before . .  . well before.

I slid out of bed and turned on the TV, the news started playing and I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

Cows blood, I really needed some AB+ or something. I'd take anything ells but that, most likely, wouldn't be happening any time soon.

I pulled my hand over my face and grabbed a glass and poured some in. I drank it and got in the shower.

The warm water felt good over my skin and even after so many years, I still haven't gotten used to how everything was 100 times hotter and how the cold seemed like nothing at all, almost comfy at times.

I got out and dried off. I got dressed and pulled the brush through my hair and looked in the mirror.

My reflection was shaky, it faded in and out and sometimes I wasn't there at all. I really needed someone to help me with that.

My reflection faded in and I fixed my shirt and hair. I walked out and put on my shoes. I was getting ready for work, at that time I worked at a state farm near by so I tended to walk and my shoes were starting to were down. I needed to bye new ones, so I decided after work I would bye some and get some blood on the way back.

With that I walked to the large window and pushed the curtain to the side. The light shined through and hit my pale skin. It first hit my arm and began to slightly sting, after that I walked into it and it began to burn my face and other arm.

I sighed and closed the curtain. The sun in the summer was the worst it could get for a vampire. It made you feel like you were going to melt.

I went in the sun every morning, on purpose, that way I would be weaker if I tried anything on a human. They were way to tempting when your living off of cows blood.

I toke another glass of blood and drunk it fast before getting some coffee and walking out the door, locking it behind me.

I walked down the hall. People were talking like they normally did and when I went down the hall we all went through the same routine.

Whispers and rumors that were made up about me crowed the hall and children stopped there play to move to the side, out of the way.

I was a loner and I accepted it. I didn't like it but I did what I needed to do.