Being a vampire isn’t all its cracked up to be. Well, for me it isn’t. Knowing the pain that every human you kill is feeling hurts, I have been through it myself. But I was changed. I wasn’t left to just die or be killed while a vampire was feeding from me. Instead I was fed from, over and over again. Taking the pain and pleasure all in one. I never wanted that of me. But my father was turned when I was younger. Over and over again I was told for years that my father had been killed, that he was never coming back because of his death.
When I was 14 years old my mother and brother were killed by, what others say, wild animals. But the truth was they were killed by vampires, vampires that were in the same clan as my father. I saw them die, and they couldn’t being themselves to hurt me. Why though? They killed my mother and brother, but why not me? I was scared, shaking with fear till my father came to me. His blonde short hair, slim, tall, masculine structure, broad shoulder that had picked me up when I was younger. When I was that little girl. Brought me into his arms and held me close as I fainted at the look of him. This wasn’t real I tried to tell myself. He wasn’t real, this wasn’t my father, there was something different about him. Its just a dream. A nightmare. It wasn’t though.
After years of my father looking after me, when I turned 17 years old, the vampires had started feeding from me, my father never knew though. It went on for years. My father didn’t find out until I was nearly killed from lack of blood, that when my father changed me. I was 20 but looked like I was still only 18. Which was really weird. Now I’m stuck at the age of 20, never moving forward, always feeling the pain of those I kill for food. I never wanted any of this, but this has chosen me. Taken me for its own. I’m a vampire and this is my life.
Present day…
The sun had just set, my room was still warm from when the sun hit off my thick purple curtains and heated the room that I laid in. My eyes were closed, but I had not slept. I had not slept for a few days now, but I felt more awake. Vampires needed there sleep, so why didn’t I? I hadn’t been feeling right for a few days anyway. I couldn’t be coming down with something, vampires don’t get ill. Was there something coming, something bad. I didn’t know.
I laid wondering in my bed. My blue silk nightgown was cold, just like my skin that had not aged a day of my long life. There was nothing in this life for me. My father, yes. But I had no mother, my brother was dead to. No love, no family. Nothing. This is the life my father had given me. A life of loneliness.
“ Kathleen? Are you decent?” My father strong masculine voice came from the other side of the door.
I pulled myself from my bed and pulled on my dressing gown to hide my nightgown that showed off my legs.
“Yeah…” I headed to my dresser and grabbed my brush before pulling the bobble that I had in my hair out and started to brush through my hair.
My father entered the room with a box in his hands. “What’s in the box?” I asked as I turned to face him.
“A gift…” He told me and placed it on my bed. “You didn’t sleep again last night, did you?” He came towards me and took the brush from my hand.
I shook my head and looked towards my mirror. I could see myself. I’ve always be able to see myself. That’s how we can live in the real world and never a human can tell we are the Undead. My father brushed through my hair carefully, it took me back to when I was little. Me on my fathers lap as he brushed through my hair with his hands.
“There’s something that is coming father, and I want to know what…” I whispered.
His hand stopped in mid brush and placed the brush down before turning me to face him. “You don’t need to worry. Everything is ok.” Kissing the told of my head, just to insure me that everything was fine. But nothing can change the feeling I was getting. Nothing. “I’ll leave you to dress. Markus is worried about you Kathleen. You know he is. Talk to him.”
My father then left me. Markus, leader of the clan, worries about me. Yeah right, sure he does. More like he’s just wanting me at his side, to stay at his side forever. But I couldn’t, that is not what I want. Its his fault that my mother and bother are dead. His orders. I could never be at someone’s side that would kill my family.
I looked over at the box on my bed. An M was engraved on it. M for Markus. Nothing new there then. I walked over to the bed and picked up the box. I opened it and a diamond necklace laid inside it. He was doing everything to get me to like him, but it would never happen. This would just be another thing to take back to him. I will never accept anything from him. Nothing.
I closed the box and throw it to be bed. I didn’t want it. I grabbed my clothes from my closet and pulled them on. Jeans and a green top then pulled my shoes on. I wasn’t staying in this hell hole tonight. I needed to get away, I’d be back before the sun was up again.
I left the mansion throw the window and headed for my silver Rover 75, my car, my baby. I got into it and started her up. Driving away from the mansion as fast as I could.
