Hey guys! *waves. I don't "hope" that you'll love it, you "need" to love it. Well well, I am the author, nice to meet you.
Chapter one
I want to die, but I can't. I want to quit, but something tells me that I shouldn't. I want to be normal like everybody else, but the world is just too unfair.
Hi, I'm Anastasia. And I'm a vampire.
Yeah yeah, I know. I'd suck your blood and drain the life out of you. Honestly, maybe, but I'm not really in the mood right now.
Before I start, I will try to introduce myself. Considering that you already know my name, I'll tell you some other stuff that I know. I think I am about a hundred years old, and that I like being alone. I've been to every part of America and I speak 20 languages fluently. After that, I can't tell you anything more about myself. Although I want to, I just don't exactly remember who I am.
I'm not quite sure what I really was before. I don't know what I was like before I died. I know but a little of my past. It has been decades since my transformation. And I've forgotten who I am. It's like I'm a flower, and as time passes by, my petals keep shedding away.
Hey, a vampire with alzheimer's could exist, you know.
But I think, I forget because I move a lot. Moving means new place, new name, new status, new look, just to protect myself and my species. Information may get mixed up with my fake and real one. Making my memory jumbled up.
My favorite part in changing my identity is the name. I've almost used up every name that is known to mankind. I've been Kath, Farneila, Juliet, Renezme, Mary, Lily, Samantha, and a lot lot more. I just enjoy the power and freedom of naming myself.
Unlike others, I travel alone. Other vampires travel in clans or packs. It's rare to be flying solo for a vampire. It's dangerous and unlikely to happen. I have my few conclusions of why other vampires travel alone. Either they are losers, loners, or in less cases, kicked out of the clan.
Cases like mine.
I can never forget the time when I was kicked out of the clan. I didn't do anything wrong. It was just a big misunderstanding. A big misunderstanding that they didn't even let myself explain and defend my side.
For many many years, I blamed myself, I hated myself. In my mind I was the culprit, I was the sinner, I was the loser. Until the news from my clan reached me. I then found out that I was betrayed. I was betrayed by my own friend, Danny. She was my closest friend, best friend even. We went everywhere together. I had no family so she is the closest thing to a sister. We shared everything we had. We shared clothes, secrets, and memorable moments. I never understood why she did that, it hurts me just to think about it. After what I heard, I didn't return to my clan, I just couldn't face her. I then decided to truly leave my clan behind and start a new life alone.
Yep, it sorta hurts, but life's a bitch. It really is.
Now here I am, living as an individual. Sometimes I meet vamps like me along the way but they come and go. Some even tried to make me a part of their clan. As usual, I declined.
But here is the story of my life, of how I was forced out of the clan, left to live alone, journeyed through the earth wandrously for so many years, how I became mature as I lived in the cities and how my life kinda changed because of some unfortunate events. It does not have a happy ending or any ending at all, in my case however. But hey, it's my life. That's how God, or whatever superior being that is ruling over us wants it.
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"Shhh. We might get caught."
