Red Witch - BXB [UNDER EDITING]

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[ arlen's pov ]

     The dim lights of the convenience store flickered. It was around one in the morning and the only thing being heard was the sounds of screams and cries from the alleyway behind the store and deep into the woods, even a few miles away you could hear the pained and scared noises. It was quite annoying. If you're going to murder someone at least do it during daylight instead of the early hours of morning when people are trying to sleep. Well, some people.

I had the night shift at the convenience store I worked at and its probably the worst job I've ever had, and I've had some pretty bad jobs, but we don't talk about them. The convenience store was pretty old and worn down, just like everything else in this town,all the windows were cracked and dirt infested and the lights were on the verge of blowing out, the sound they were making was driving me insane. They were almost as bad as the sounds outside. Almost. I hate the night shift. Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I don't need my beauty sleep people! I need sleep just like everyone else does! 

Everyone thinks since I'm a vampire I can't be in the sunlight,which honestly I'm not suppose to, but I'm not like normal vampires,not that most people know that though. Not a lot of people talk to me. I'm more scrawny and lanky. Not to mention I have horrible eyesight, I thought vampires were suppose to have incredible eyesight!? I guess the big man upstairs had a technical difficulty with me. I can't run as fast as other vampires, I get scared easily,I'm a vegetarian because I couldn't and wouldn't be able to stand killing a living creature. I'm a disgrace to the vampire name, the only thing good about me is I can stand sunlight,unlike other vampires. I don't burn into a crisp like most.

For most of my life I've been picked on for that kind of stuff. Even the good things about me. It wasn't like I could help who I was, I didn't ask to be this way, I was just made this way. I was kind of like the omega of vampires, I wasn't very special and I was pretty much worthless. At least that's what I've always been told. I would always be made fun of for my appearance as well. I seemed to have had an odd obsession with painting my nails back when I was younger. I know, weird. I'd usually paint an odd design on them or something but I stopped doing that a while ago because I ended up getting real tired of all the names thrown my way...

I sighed, banging my head against the dusty counter top. I was making myself frustrated just thinking about that. The screams and cries outside were getting obnoxiously louder, the ones near the woods were, the ones in the alleyway died down a while ago. I was about to go out there and finish whatever started out there as quickly and bloody as possible, it was driving me crazy.

Then again,I knew that wasn't a good idea. I would probably be the one dying quickly and bloody if I went out there to be honest. I know what's out there and I'm way to chicken to do anything anyways.

That's another odd, out of the ordinary for a vampire,thing. I always lied to myself. I also talk about and tell myself how I can destroy anything in my path when in reality I can't even kill a mosquito. Then again, that might not be to out of the ordinary for a vampire. Vampires always seemed to be full of themselves, at least the ones I've met were.

I looked up, slight dust on my face from the counter top,and started staring intensely out the cracked window of the store, looking deep into the woods,far away but yet so close. It was like it was calling to me. It was like I was in a trance. The buzzing coming from the flickering lights seemed to get louder the more I stared out the window. The sound was filling my ears, making them ring.

There's just something about those woods that intrigues me. Well, more like who than what ,the person behind all the pained sounds and noises outside. I mean,of course I've heard about the story of the Red Witch, everybody has, its just,I feel like I have a slight connection with the beautifully horrifying and messed up creature. As hard as it is to explain, I feel as though we are-were- in the same predicament, like we're so alike yet so different. We both were unloved by society and others we used to love and look up to. We both just wanted somebody to love, hell, I still just want somebody to love me as much as I love them....though,isn't that what everybody wants?