Verisimilitude

1 Its the grim reapers days off

It's been years.
So many years and I've never tired to talk to him.
I always saw him around, doing what he needed for the day.
But I never came up to him. I never spoke to him. I never told him that I ever left....
But to him I'm dead.
I should have been dead.
I should have stayed that way.
But fate had a funny way of kicking you in the ass and then giving you a hand.
Whether you want either or not.

I still remember the day that I came back.
I had been laying in that grave for a whole year. A year.
I assumed I had been asleep. Maybe unconscious. I remembered none of it. All I remember was that I blacked out before I stepped foot in that cabin. Then, all I remember was waking up with a weight on me. Plastic around me.

It was a bitch to claw my way out of that. I grabbed a metal box at one point, it was buried with me. So I kept it. In my pocket. It was so hard to get out fully. But when I did it was raining heavily, the dirt I climbed out of quickly compressed again. I had looked back only to find that it looked untouched.

I had heard footsteps.
Someone was coming.
I sped to the woods at vampire speed, I needed to hide.

Right now my priority was food.

As I ran ,my skin peeled off like I had sunburn. It was disgusting. My bones felt like they were cemented together and my organs felt like they really needed food.

Soon enough I found a deer and didn't hesitate to take it down. I know I know. Very Edward Cullen of me.
But I'll take what I came get.

I drank it dry. Instantly my skin turned clear and my body regenerated. The new skin stretching over the old decomposing flaps of white flakes. I felt my bones become more electric and my muscles tense up with strength. I sprinted off again, I still needed more. I had been gone for so long it was as if I had forgotten what not feeling hungry felt like.

After catching and drinking about three more animals. I was finally able to come to my senses. I was in control of myself. My vision wasn't hazy anyone. I could hear properly. My strength was back to 100%.
I was me again.

But I was lost. So very lost.
I must have run halfway across the country. Older vampires can go three times faster then 400 milers per hour. I should have known that on my quest to hunt I should have stayed with what I knew.
But hunger got the best of me.

From that day on I haven't even tired to go back to that town. Or that grave I was buried in.
There nothing left for me there. My whole family was gone and I had gone through school athousand times. All that remained was Jack.
But he didn't need me.
He would probably have a heart attack after seeing me after thinking I was dead for so long.
No, he'd be better off without me.
Besides, if I did stick around all I would get to see would be my best friend slowly dying. Leaving me, again.
So why put off the inevitable?
At least this way the other can die in peace.

My eyes trailed from the fire I was staring at to the group that day before me. A range of rogue vampires I had found, while I stayed in California.

The brown haired one. Zoe was the first to speak.
" Wow, you've been through a lot eh?".

I simply nodded still gazing into the camp fire.

" How are you alive?" Another, Joe I believe asked. " I mean, why did you not die when you where buried in that grave?".

I shrugged.
" I have no idea".

A larger man came walking from the woods. He smelt of human, he wasn't a vampire.

" Caspar, you're like an expert on vampires, come over here and answer a question" Joe called to his friend.

The human sat at the fire. A beer bottle in hand and took a gulp before answering.
" I've studied them my whole life, but you're the vampire man. Ain't you supposed to know everything about them" he asked.