Elizabeth

Life sucks. Nothing worth living for. My parents divorced, and never speak to me. No friends to talk to. And I'm under so much pressure from university. All I can do is drink my life away. Each bottle is another night I can forget. I come here every night. It's a kind of comfort now. To be surrounded by all these young, lively teens enjoying life. I often pretend that I'm one of them. Don't get me wrong, I'm not old. I'm only twenty five and my life is already down the drain.

One more minute till three o'clock in the morning. I was about to get another drink, when this angel came and sat next to me. I tried not to make eye contact. To ignore her. But I couldn't help taking another glimpse at her emerald eyes. Shockingly she looked right back at me, and not in disgust. We began talking. She laughed at my jokes and her stories were so fascinating. We talked all night. Then she grabbed my hand and before I knew it, I was out of the club.

"How much further?" I said in both a bored and playful manner.

She smiled back. Her red lips mesmerising me. "Not much." Her voice soft as butter. The sort of voice I could listen to forever.

Holding her hand I stumbled blindly into a graveyard. I know it's suspicious. I know it's dangerous. But I don't care.

Months have passed since I first met her. They felt longer than months to me. I wanted like mad to return to that club. To have a glimpse of her face. But my family have finally stepped in. Forbidding me from drinking alcohol or going anywhere slightly depressing. It was my cousin's idea. She came over at Christmas and when she saw me her face dropped.

"We've changed so much since we were little. I've grown up. And so have you. But I'm worried. You look like hell! How no one else has noticed I have no idea. But I noticed. And I'm going to help you."

I know she's right. We've both grown up but in different ways. She's grown up to be am independent, attractive young woman. Then there's me. A scruffy face, jobless and an alcoholic.

A year passed. I no longer look scruffy, rather a handsome young chap. Smooth brown hair with sparkling blue eyes. I told them I was over the whole incident with the girl. And how I will never go back to that club. Then again, I've always been a very convincing liar.

So I went back. I sat at the same stool and waited.  And waited. And waited. The clock struck three. And then she appeared. She hadn't changed a bit. Her magical eyes lit up when she saw me. She walked quickly but calmly towards me.

"My, you've changed," she said.

I forgot how angelic she sounded.

"And you haven't aged a day," I replied.

We talked. And talked. And before I knew it I was heading for the graveyard all over again.

This slowly became a daily routine. I know that she is deadly. Many a times we've met and there have been suspicious red stains on her teeth. I know what it is. I do know. I just choose to ignore the truth. I know she's a vampire. Her soft touch, cold as ice. Pure white teeth, sharp as knives. A thin and dainty body structure that feels powerful and strong. Everything about her, is perfect.

Tonight was different to all the others. She sat on tombstone and sighed.

"You're growing older by the minute ... I can change that. With just one bite. It's quite quick and only hurts a little."

I froze. My mind racing.

"Before I say yes or no, when you first met me why didn't you kill me?" I asked her.

I could tell she was thinking through her answer thoroughly.

"I was going to deny ever wanting to kill you. But you're smart. And I'm a bad liar. Yes I did come up to you expecting to feed that night, but there was something about you. Like you're more powerful than your face gives away. You made me laugh like I haven't done in centuries. You made me feel so happy. And I want to share forever with you."

I held her hand. Her eyes glowed red. Our lips collided as we kissed. I pulled away. She frowned at me, the way a puppy does when it's getting told off.

"I...I'll think about it. Sleep on it even. S-sorry about this. I want to say yes. My heart is just yelling go for it." I stumbled over each of my words.

"So why don't you?" She sounded so impulsive. She leaned her whole body towards me.

"Because my head is saying no. Look I'm so sorry. Tomorrow night we can meet here. At three in the morning."

She smiled when I said three in the morning as though she was remembering our first meeting.             

"I'll arrive with my final answer," I said.

Before I could leave she had wrapped herself around me. She looked up at me innocently. And whispered in my ear.

"Say yes..."

So here I am. I look at my watch, three o'clock. 

I wait. I look at my watch impatiently, half three. Suddenly I hear a scream. Not any scream, her scream.

Acting on impulse I ran after her. I ran quicker than I ever have done in my life.

To my horror I find her lying on the ground fatality wounded. It looks like she had been attacked, by some idiot. Tiny little cuts across her arms, her thick blood giving her a beautiful red tattoo. Looking behind me I see tracks. Fresh foot prints. I was right. Some drunk probably stumbled into her and fancied a fight.

"Help me..." she said weakly. Her life was draining out of her eyes. A tear welled up in my eyes. I kissed her once more. As I leant in, I stabbed her through the heart with a wooden stake.

Wide eyed and dead. I brushed my hands over her eyes, closing them. She looked like an angel who fell from heaven.

I decorated her with a dark flower crown and placed roses in her hands. She looked like a bride who had just got married. So I lay next to her, like her groom. I whispered to her.

"I say yes...I love you, Elizabeth"

I lie dead, next to her. An empty bottle of pills beside me. Together forever.