Ok guys,
This is where it gets interesting.
I don't want to be one of those people who bribe for comments/votes- but I am seriously thinking about not uploading anymore.
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------------------------------- Chapter 7--------------------------------------
I sat motionless for the longest time, I had come to accept the fact that I was a vampire easily enough, but now it seemed as though I had thrown out my one chance to find out more about the race which I had joined. There were too many unanswered questions- I longed to call William, make him come back and explain everything fully- maybe I could agree with the way in which he now viewed the world. No, I thought miserably- to William humans were food nothing more- if he thought I would be comfortable killing Lottie or Chloe or even Fred; he obviously didn't know me very well. Even with a thirst- I wouldn't imagine myself draining the life from an innocent human- with a past and probably more of a future than I had.
I didn't know what the other side of the vampire community were advocating but surely it had to be better than... than murder? But I would not, and could not knowingly side against my brother. I would be Switzerland, neutral- the one vampire who chose no side- no matter what an ancient prophecy said.
But there was more, much more that William had left me to think about. He mentioned a tie to his maker- surely I would have this bond to some vampire I didn't even know, a vampire that didn't care that he left me for dead without removing me from normal life. A vampire who didn't care I would not have been turned- but purely wanted to just to infect my blood in the hopes that I could be turned after my eighteenth. A turn that could only happen if someone is infected and then dies I gathered.
But why had William been allowed to stay with people who knew him? Why hadn't he been told to disappear- like I was, and to not tell anyone? I already knew the answer to this... me. William had to be alive to be able to convince me, when the time came, to join the ranks of the undead. So to everyone who mattered William was still alive and well- if possibly not getting enough sleep at Uni- whereas I was cold in my grave, six feet under the ground.
I needed to gain some perspective. I was already utterly resolute in my decision that I was not going to be forced to pick a side; or pick a side at all for that matter. Even if it came down to me being killed in the process- I would not turn my back on humanity- nor would I turn my back on my brother. Jesus! Here I was with these heightened emotions again- I have never been that loyal to a cause in my life before. Again, PERSPECTIVE NEEDED.
So here I was alive, and well for the most part- but completely alone. Sat on a sofa in my parents house covered in mud. I began to look through the duffle bag that Wills had packed for me. On top of everything was my phone charger, he must have known Lottie had forced my mother to bury it with my in my cardigan pocket. At least she knew I couldn't have any after life, or life at at all, without it. I plugged it in- but kept it turned off. I couldn't deal with that yet. He had packed me hundreds of pairs of pants and a good few bras- but hardly any clothes- maybe he thought Mum would miss them. My favourite pair of black skinny's were there, so were some leggings and jeggins. Some long tops and hoodies were shoved in haphazardly along with some flat black ballet pumps. As were my pair of Uggs (only to be worn when comfort or warmth were needed) and a pair of white (but not clean) old proper pumps- like the ones you wore in PE as a child. In the zipper compartment I found all my shower stuff and a razor- obviously he knew something I didn't about my hair still being able to grow. He also included a bank card- and a scribbled note.
