I am aware that i am laying in the road still.
Why can i not open my eyes?
i am awake.
I hear foot steps.
"Oh my!"madlena yells.
"Father come quickly he is hurt!"she yells.
Good they can help me.
I hear him walk up.
After a moment he says,
"He is not breathing love."
What of course i was i had to.
"He holds my wrist.
"And he has no pulse."
What ok i know i could not be alive if i had no pulse.
I was alive.
"NO.HE CAN NOT BE DEAD!she yells.
"I'm sorry love,there is nothing i can do."
i have to do something, anything so she will know i am okay.
But i can not.
I feal her lay on my chest sobbing.
Oh love,i wish i could move.
I feel her pull off my scarf and screem.
It hurts my ears.
"Father !"she yells.
He must have seen.whatever it was.
"Madlena come dear we must go.whom ever did this may still be here."he says.
Did what!
"I can not leave him."
"We will come back with more help soon love."
"But."
"What about Miria,she needs you."
"Fine."
She rubs my hair.i feel her tears hit my face,i wish i could wipe them away.
"I am so sorry this happened to you.rest in peace.my love."she sobbs
and puts a kiss to my lips,i wish i could kiss her back.
I am not leaving love i am right here. I think.
Why was she acting like i was dead i am not.
I will see her when i awake.
I hope it is soon.they need me.
They soon walk away.
And it can not be long intill someone is taking me away.
I know i am in a warm house but i still feel cold.
But as i later find out it gets worse.
Pain.everything hurts and burns.
It may have lasted for years,days,or minutes,
I am unsure.
But then it stops.
and i can think again.
And i can open my eyes!!
I look around where am i?
"Hello.?i say but it hurts to talk.
It burns i need a drink.
Someone walks in.
"Ah yes you are awake.it took you long enough."
I look up.
It was him.
The one that atacked me.
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Living Life Undead, book 1
Historical FictionMy name is Derek, this is my story, i am a vampire and all i have to say is being a vampire is so over rated, its not as cool as it sounds, everything that you do comes back to haunt you, and you'r always waiting and watching for the next thing that...