Just Alec. (vampire novel)

Just Alec.

I've always hated those stupid films about vampires and werewolves. The way they make a girl in her teens seem so innocent and weak, just because she's human. And a girl. Quite misogynistic if you ask me.

Stories and films always have a happy ending.

There's always this perfect vampire guy who wants nothing but love and does all they can to find it. He would do anything for that one person who gives them that oh so precious love, no matter how risky and painful.

 Then there's the werewolf, the werewolf who hates that vampire; who would do anything to make sure that that vampire stays miserable. 

 Ha, miserable. I hate that word too. All it means is unhappy. Most people are unhappy for stupid reasons. Little reasons. Like having a bad hair day, getting a spot or having to get up early in the morning to do something they don't classify as important.

 They don't see the big picture, the real problems. Things like famine, death, global warming...

  I'm getting off topic. Back to the vampire talk.

  Every vampire is portrayed in a way that makes teenage girls want one as a boyfriend and teenage boys want one as a girlfriend (let's just go along with heteronormativity on this one). They come across with a flawless appearance, tons of wisdom and can play some sort of instrument with skill "beyond their years".

 The werewolves on the other hand  are nothing like that. They're angry all the time, almost too hot to touch, can't control themselves and their muscles are so prominent that they look like brilliantly carved statues of marble. I call bullshit.

 I know of course that people don't actually believe they exist, but they fantasise about them all the time. People write books about them, make movies about them, create fan-fiction based on characters who are them. But one thing they never do is look for them and study them. In this world, they're not real are they?

...

Hi. My name is Alec.

I'm sixty-seven years old and I'm a vampire. Yes, a vampire. But not the kind you'd expect, or want for that matter. I'm not the guy who at eighteen was turned into a vampire, had to live with himself even though he knew he was a murderer and hated every moment of it; constantly rejected girls because he hadn't found 'the one' yet; looked as though his face was carefully shaped to perfection by angels; was extremely talented for what people thought was his age; and was almost too still and too quiet to be true. No. That's not me.

 Of course not.

 I'm the guy who wanted to be a vampire; the guy who at seventeen begged a beautiful vampire queen to bite him because he thought it would make him irresistible to girls; I'm the guy who doesn't care that he has to drain people of their blood, because he doesn't have the guts to finish his meal in first place; I'm the guy who is always being avoided because he's a creep and you somehow know that there can't possibly be a heart beating under that cold stone chest.

I'm the guy who doesn't act like a vampire, talks like a normal person, looks the exact same as he did fifty-one years ago before he was bitten and doesn't know shit about instruments.

So that's me for you.

Alec.

Just Alec