Growing up we all heard the stories of the magical and supernatural,all the tales of the vampires, witches and werewolves. Of course we believed them. We were young, gullible at best and our imaginations would always run wild. We believed that they only said those things to scare us. All those monsters under our beds to give us some fear, because what's life without a little fear. Some usually stop believing in anything supernatural or magical as they grow older, although as we grow older our fears don't go away they just become different from those we had when we were kids. They become the fears of failing our classes or the fear of disappointing the ones we want to be proud of us the most.
Sometimes we look back on our childhood and we reminisce on those stories. We'll use them as a topic on a creative writing piece we have to do for school or sometimes we'll even pass them down on to our children even use them to help us get over the silly fears we have today,even some of our more serious ones. Forinstance like public speaking or anxiety of talking to the people we like. Sometimes with public speaking the fear of us messing up and everyone laughing at us because we have a stutter is all in our heads and imagination. We use the stories told to us as kids reminding ourselves of things that are not real and just in our heads. Not knowing that we are actually creating that fear ourselves.
I'm not saying that the fear of public speaking is not real because it is. All of our fears are real. They're real to us even though sometimes we need to remember that it's just us talking ourselves out of things. We have to believe that somethings are just not real and the only thing that is making us afraid is ourselves. Isn't that what we did to get rid of the monsters under our beds?
Some of us still believe that all those stories are true and that all the supernatural and magic is real, well it's true magic is real. All those stories weren't make believe or campfire stories to scare the campers before bed, they were apart of our history, they were the stories and adventures of those before us. Our families passed these down generation to generation to warn us and to keep us alert of what could be walking amongst us. To give us a way to protect ourselves against the things that aren't human.
I can prove it. All those stories of the world's history with the supernatural? I lived those, those were my adventures and memories. All those stories about vampires and witches and werewolves are true. 1356 was the year that I was born, brought up in the way of sorcery, no one believed in magic at the time, so my parents had decided to keep it from me for my own well being. Magic wasn't something that was discovered until a few hundred years later. But it being so early in the decade made it easy to get ill. When I had just turned 16 I had fallen deathly ill and was taking my last breathes, my parents did the only thing they could do to save me; me being their oldest child, and that was call in a favor with some very "powerful" beings. Honestly at the time I had thought it was bullshit, that was until i saw what they were. No one ever believed witches were real till after my parents died and the future generations of my family lived on. So the devils in the night, or as they're known now "vampires" were the last thing you'd expect to see in 1375. I never could believe that, that was what I would soon be, and only then did i find out what i really was. I was a witch.
Honestly at the time I had thought it was bullshit, I had, had to become a vampire to save not only my life but the lives of my future family.The transformation did not go as it was supposed to. When I had "died" I had still kept the powers of the witch I once was. It was nothing anyone had seen before. A vampire witch? How did that work? At first I had transitioned just as I was supposed to. I had to deal with the hunger, the cravings, the rawness of it all, it was the hardest thing I had to deal with by far. But in order to complete the process I had to feed from a human. I had refused at first, but if I didn't feed I would wither away and it would all be for nothing.
So I fed, giving into all the cravings and the hunger, the rage; I let it all wash away with every drop of blood that had washed down my throat. Dealing with the hunger and cravings got easier as time moved on, only taking enough blood from humans to stay alive. But the sun was no longer a friend. I had to stay in the dark for years only ever leaving my boarded up house at night. My mom had found a cure to the burns the sun had left on my skin. A magical necklace that would protect me from the sun, as long as i had it on i could walk amongst those who were not like me. As the years went on I learned how to control my magic and the new "gifts" being a vampire had given me.
I had watched those I love grow and be who they wanted to be and then I watched them wither away and die. I was the oldest living person in my family. I was a teacher, teaching the young ones who they are. At first it was tough moving every few years because people were getting suspicious of me not growing older. It was harder on my family than it was on me, the kids would always make new friends and then have to move because of me, sometimes i even think they hated me for it.
And so that is why i made the choice i did. I had decided to move back to my home town alone. I had asked of a favor from an old friend of mine. I would go back to school and complete yet another senior year, and hopefully it works out enough for me to stay for longer than just a few years.
Middlefield, Massachusetts. The place I was born and raised, the place where I died and walked amongst the living. Where I learned who I was and who I am. I was home where i belonged.
