A Vampire's Slave

                                                                  A Vampire's Slave      

                                                                       By MissLivi3

Prologue

     NOVEMBER SECOND. Has it really been eleven years already? Eleven years ago on this day I sat in my first grade class finishing the small amount of work our teacher, Mr. Loving, had assigned us. That's when the phone in the classroom rang; that phone call was for me. My mom was waiting for me in the office. I never really questioned why my mother was here to pick me up three hours before school ended, all I could think about was how excited I was to be getting out of school early.

    When I arrived at the main office, my mom sat in the waiting room--her face buried in her hands. When she realized I was there she lifted her head out of her palms exposing her puffy red eyes. She announced that my Grandma Eleanor was dying and we needed to be at the hospital as soon as possible. On the way over to the hospital I didn't cry, I suppose I just didn't know how to handle the situation being so young and all.

    We arrived minutes before Grandma Eleanor's last breathes. I ran over to her, tears flooding my eyes and making it hard to see. My mom cried hard as my father tried to console her the best he could. The rest of my family waited outside the room for they had already said their goodbyes and only three people were allowed in the room at a time.

    A grabbed her soft, wrinkled hand and pressed it to my cheek letting my tears roll down her hand. Grandma Eleanor looked so weak, it broke your heart just watching her struggle for through those last moments.

    "Don't cry child," Grandma Eleanor whispered to me in that soft, buttermilk like voice of hers.

    I couldn't even find words to say what I wanted to say. My sobs drowned out all my thoughts.

    Grandma Eleanor took in a deep breath, "You'll be okay, Nicki. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

    "Please don't leave me," I managed to say.

    She flashed me a small smile, "I'll never leave you. Just remember, I'll always be with you. You might not see me though but you'll feel my presence alright. Never forget all the good times okay? And never forget that I will always love you."

    "I-I love you too, Grandma. Forever. I'll never forget."

    "Good."

    Grandma Eleanor passed away at 1:15 P.M. on November second, my birthday was the day after. As you can guess, my sixth birthday wasn't a very happy one.

    Dealing with a death at a young age can be very hard, and in the beginning I was so depressed I didn't want to remember all the good times, I didn't want to look at the pictures, and I didn't want to go to the funeral. My mom didn't make me go to the funeral either, she thought it would be better if I remembered her lively and happy not cold, dead, and in a coffin. I had my own funeral at home, I sent a small picture of Grandma Eleanor and me down the stream on a boat I made with leaves and twigs.

    Like I said that was eleven years ago. In that time the healing process really kicked in, but even to this day I still find myself thinking about Grandma Eleanor when I have time to myself. I looked through photo books, shared stories with my family, and reminisce on good times with Grandma Eleanor.

    One of my favorite memories of Grandma Eleanor was the stories she used to tell. One of her favorite stories to share with us all was actually a pretty unrealistic story. Grandma Eleanor used to tell the story of how our family became "cursed". She told us that in all started in the early eighteen hundreds. One of our ancestors named Elizabeth was a beautiful young maiden who was madly in love with a man, but not just any man, a vampire. Elizabeth was easily sucked in by his charm and pronounced her love to the man, who she had not known was a vampire.