Is it alright, at all?
death
is just another word
for eternal life
passageway that leaves your
misery
behind you and
just lets you be free for once
in your life
for me, that is
i am Annelise
and i am a vampire
i have been for many many centuries now
i was announced dead at age 17
in an accident
that fatally killed my entire tribe
wolves
they are the demons that
walk the living dead
they will hunt us
until we are nonexistient
they are werewolves
but back to my story
Mama and i were making dinner
Brother and Papa were skinning the deer
all was well
but then
all hell broke loose
the past is a little hazy but
i think little sparrow screamed
and i heard an arrow whiz past my head
and sink into the flesh of a wolf
this wolf charged me
and i covered my head and screamed
but the wolf never got to me
a fast, white boy was in front of me
immediately
slashing fangs at the werewolf
vampire
i stared in awe
as the vampire drained the wolf of blood
and the wolf fell to the ground
but then the entire pack revolted against
this defeat and ran in for the kill
of all of us
including the vampire
the vampire managed to break free
from the wolfs grasp
but the red wolf charged at me
and bit me
and i screamed
for my papa
and the vampire
killed him
and turned me
just like that
and i havent thought twice about it
ever since
until now
when i saw a little Indian boy
like little sparrow
being bullied
in our high school
because he lives on the reservation
with his grand papa
i was filled with an unattainable fury
i wanted that bully dead
and i knew i could do it if
i chose to
but i didnt
i dont want to risk it
danger
lurks around every corner
especially for a predator
like me
