Ideas for Stories

Vampires + Hunters = Danger

Just some free writing, words in my mind that wouldn't want to leave until I write them down. Enjoy.

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Did it really matter, coming here to see someone and talk to them about my past. My dear friend asked me to, but why? It wasn't a big deal with what happened in my past so long ago, even I was forgetting it.

My past was long, too long. I lived a long life, did a lot and adopted a baby. My past will just upset the person, or make them not believe in what I told him or her.

It wasn't a normal life. It was dangerous, crazy and started a long time ago.

I am too old, I just want my life to end, I've done a lot and lots more than a normal person would have done.

I sighed, as I sign the paper in front of me. "Here you go", I spoke as I handed it to the lady at the desk.

"Thank you, Ms. Sani will be with you in a few minutes. Please take a seat".

I did, 'An young lady, not married. Well, better than nothing', thinking to myself.

Five minutes passed, when a young lady walked into the hall, her hair was blonde in a bun and eyes were green. "You must be Mrs. Funkee?"

"Yes, I am".

"This way please", she pointed to a room on her left.

Once we entered, I sat in a blue chair beside the window that showed the city outside. She sat down in front of me after closing the door.

"Well, where do you want to start?" She asked.

"Don't ask me, a friend told me to do this, so I don't know where to start".

"I see. How about where and when you were born?"

I smiled, "Yeah, sure". I stopped, here it goes. "I was born in London, in a small town. The year was... 1862, yes. That's was the year", I spoke, watching her face go in a bit of a shock.

"But how? I don't believe you".

"I know, I died when I was 25 alongside my parents in 1887", I stop for a second. "I was shot in the lung, the bullet miss my heart just a few inches".

"But how? You look so young..." She couldn't finish.

"I know, I was reborn as a vampire", pausing, as her face showed fear and confusion. " I am 154 years old, I came here because of a friend, she wants me to tell someone my story before I plan on dying".

"A vampire, impossible. They aren't real".

"That's what you like to think. Vampires have been here for thousands of years, before even Jesus was born".

"I still don't believe you".

I nod my head, then bought my arm to my mouth and bit it with my fangs. Drawing some blood, lick it away and showing her my fangs before making them disappear.

She stood up, but I was at the door in a second. "Your.... you're...". She couldn't find the words, as she breath in and out deeply.

"A monster? A vampire, yes. It's the truth, but I wouldn't hurt you, I can't", I pulled down my jackets collar. "You see this, it's a spell that will burn me to death if I try to kill a human".

"You are one?"

"Yes, can we sit back down?"

She couldn't say a word, I sigh as I fixed my collar. Then nod a bit.

"I understand how you feel, I was shock and scared out of my mind when I woke up to find myself as something that wasn't human".

"Mrs. Funkee, why did you come here?"

"To tell my story, to tell you about my past", I answered. "There's no one else, that I can trust but you".

"But how? How can you be a vampire?"

"I'll tell you if you sit down and let me. I wouldn't hurt you, I don't plan on it", I spoke, as I sat back down. "But it's up to you, you will not be the first to run out the room".

Her eyes stared at my neck where I showed her, the mark. An special mark. "So, you'll answer my questions?"

"I'll answer all of them in my story".

She slowly sat back down, staring at me still shocked. "So, you were born in 1862?"

"Yes, January, 1st of 1862. I was the only child, my mother was an ill lady, my father worked long hours".

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Well, that's all so far. I'll update more later, hope you like it. Bye