A/N I'm not sure if I'm going to make this a one shot or series so please comment what you think. This is also centered around my first original character who is my profile pic as well so enjoy!
Cold... Actually, quite cold... Freezing... Then, nothing. I open my eyes to awake from the same dreadful dream I always seem to have. This time I'm in an alley when I awake; it's always somewhere different. Food. I want it. Now. At this point, I'm so hungry my stomach is caved in. To tide myself over, I snack on some birds. (To me, all birds taste like chicken)
I then walk out of the dark alley and into the street, it's crowded with people. Some of them are... Different per say. It's hard to describe. In order to get anywhere on this stretch of path, you either have to be 'different' or forceful.
I was both.
When I needed to get by, I shoved. Since my strength is greater than any mans I always win. When someone's... 'Different' there pretty easy to spot, for me anyways. They smell like magic. You may not believe me or ask 'what does magic smell like?' Magics scent could be anything. I once heard 'I wouldn't call myself an atheist, but I don't believe in God. I believe in magic...'
I've never smelt like magic though, if anything it'd be blood.
I guess you could call me albino. I have long white hair and scarlet red eyes. They reflect my past and all who have been dragged to Hell with it. I won't hide the fact that I've killed people. Heck, I've killed more people then I'd care to admit.
Oh, I may not have mentioned this, but I'm a vampire. There's another side to the world we live in, a magical side. That side is filled with vampires and werewolves and magic, the side for the 'different' ones. Then there's the side most people know; the plain and boring one filled with technology.
The 'different' world knows about the boring one, but they know nothing of us.
As I continue down the street a small shop teeming with the scent of magic catches my eye. I'm never really sure where I'm going, at this point it's all numb. I may appear about 15 but I've been on this earth probably longer than I should.
Instead of a door, the shop has strings with beads on them as an entrance. Once I enter it, I spot showcases full of magic items. One particular case seems to call for my attention.
It contains vampire dust. There're also teeth and eyes. Seeing this makes my stomach lurch. I then remember how hungry I am. My tattered clothes reveal part of my caved in stomach. I quickly exit the shop and look around for food.
There are many myths about us 'different' people. Most are false. That doesn't stop most people. For as long as I can remember, humans and magic smelling people alike have hunted vampires. On the other hand, I don't remember much. I'm missing parts of my memory.
Not much farther down the street, I spot a steak house. I know I can't afford it, but I go inside anyways. There's nice decor and it looks very high class. I hide the rips in my clothes with a sort of mind control vampires can use.
When I'm finally seated a petite female waiter approached me.
"What would you like to order Miss?"
"Prime rib, rare."
"Eh... I'm not sure ordering something rare is good for you. Perhaps you could try medium ra-"
"I. Said. Rare."
This must've frightened her because she immediately scurried off after that. When she returned, she carried a fairly large plate with what I assumed was my food. When it was set down in front of me, I cut it into small pieces. One by one, I popped the steak into my mouth. When I sucked them dry, I chewed the bitter meat and swallowed.
Once I finished my meal, I belched loudly and stood up. I went to take a step, but then vanished in a split second. Super speed has it's advantages. At this point I was outside walking along the crowd once more. One boy caught my eye...
He was wearing a bright green hoodie and straight black pants. His hair was a light brown and he was... 'Different.'
What was he doing here?
In the open with no protection from the 'hunters'?
I was going to find out.
Slowly, I made my way through the crowd and approached him. I tap his shoulder and he quickly turned.
What had I gotten myself into...
YOU ARE READING
Miki
VampireMiki has been around longer than most... Well... A lot longer. She's a vampire, knowing only the streets and how to survive.