Crimson

who i am

The rain was pounding on the single window in my room, i could hear the agonizing screams the wind carried from the 19th century graveyard where the innocent were buried with a bell in the hopes that they were still alive, but few didn't get the luck of the bell and were buried alive in their own coffin and died from starvation and dehydration until their body finaly shut down so their last few seconds they could have a break from the agonising pain.
Tonight makes the 90th anniversary of the burning of the choice, it was a time where everyone would dig up the coffin of their dead and burn their bones as if it was tradition few knew how wrong it was but many just didnt care, they would take from the dead as if they were borrowing from a friend. Me, i was their, my name is Crimson, i have a few secrets, first I'm a decade old vampire, second i was buried alive. I was saved by my maker, Patch he watched them bury my limp body he could hear the faint beat of my heart he was the one person who cared that i was still breathing when they all left me to die, he saved me and turned me, i still remember the pain of his fangs piercing my skin, the blood curling scream i let out as my warm blood streamed down the side of my neck then down the front of my dirt covered dress. It haunts my dreams every night.Tonight was the night i was changed, 18 years old forever old enough to live on my own, or at least without patch. I know how to survive without getting caught, patch made sure of that, he always called me his daughter as if he had known me from birth which scared me for the thoughts that coursed through my head when i heard it the fear that he had planned this all along. He never answered the question of why he truly cared for me, i mean i wasn't much to look at other than my hair, my hair is rusty red and i have eyes to match i already had pale skin with freckles, but i guess the skin didn't change much, but any hope of a tan is gone. Tonight i an supposed to be meeting patch at midnight in the cemetery, he request to see me at least once every year i never truly know what to expect, but i never deny his request.