Memoirs of a Vampire

Seven

At the start I completely stayed away from crowds and avoided any close contact to anyone.

The Sunday morning I spent testing out my abilities. Speed and strength were impressive, but within the flat, there was only so much I could do. Instead I was very quickly fascinated, to discover how invulnerable my body was. Written down it might sound masochistic, but this stuff really doesn't hurt me any more: Soon I was stood in the bathroom fascinatingly and dribbled highly concentrated cleaning supplies into my eyes. What would have taken a human's eyesight, for me now was maybe comparable to pulling out a hair, if that. I think an eyelash in my eye, when I was human, bothered me ten times more, than vinegar cleaner does now, as a vampire. Felix stood beside me, shaking his head at me, but he did have a grin on his face. After all he demonstrated, how quickly a little cut heals on himself beforehand. After three minutes you couldn't even see a hint of redness.

At the beginning of dusk I made my first experiences with the sun. Through the windows the weak winter sun was no problem at all. I could noticeably feel it on my skin, but it was nothing more, than a light pressure, comparable maybe to wearing a heavy leather jacket. At direct contact without a window, my skin did turn red immediately at the tiniest, weak sunray and started burning quite quickly. So the sun was definitely lethal, but could be shielded by clothes. If one chose to go to the beach in a bikini, on a clear, cloud-free day, one would probably turn to dust in minutes, but with common sense it's honestly not that big of a deal. Sunscreen and sunglasses can do a lot, if you wear makeup on top of that, at least in the winter and on cloudy days, you should be pretty fine, to move freely during the daytime. A reversed day- and night-rhythm, is still practical and seems to come natural to us. The dark offers protection from nosy eyes, you got privacy and the nice things in life always seem to happen in the evenings or at night anyways. Besides it's plain and simple cooler.

Thus I slept through the entire Sunday. To dug oneself out of the semi-frozen ground is pretty exhausting, so I was gone, the second my head hit the pillow.

In the evening I had to deal with my parents. With my friend and the school I could deal via phone, or even just a simple text, but that wouldn't satisfy my parents. I had talked to my mom on the phone, in the morning and put her off for a bit, but she had insisted, that I would return home that day.

Accordingly we headed to my house; after Felix had provided me with more blood, in order for my temptation during my first interaction with humans to be as small as possible.

Here comes the point, where I would have to describe this legendary blood lust. That feeling, when just a few feet apart appetizing blood circulates through human veins. But I fail, to phrase that in adequate words. The term 'appetite' alone seems already unfitting, because blood isn't just a food replacement for us. It is the essence of life, even if that, admittedly, sounds a bit strange.

The blood isn't just a replacement for the nutrients, one gets through food, but also our source for oxygen, which we no longer breathe or absorb through the skin and vitamin D, which the human body only produces after sun exposure. It's the only substance our organism needs to survive and accordingly all-embracing is our desire for it.

This desire I truly felt for the first time, when my mother entered the hallway. It didn't overwhelm me, but it did throw me off and it never really left since then. It was there before: With my supernatural senses I can distinguish, how many people there are within a perimeter of miles, if I focus on it. Thus a part of me did know beforehand, in Felix' flat, that only two stories beneath me there were humans. I just hadn't been aware of it, couldn't quite classify it.

This desire is like a constant buzz in the background, which is never going to disappear; not now and not in the future. Maybe most likely to be compared to an addiction. None wishes for an addiction illness, but a mostly normal life is still possible. So it's by no means the end of the world.

But enough of my psychological jabbering about irreversible facts.

Felix did his mind-control thing with my parents and my little sister, while I packed a bag with a few clothing items and then we left right away. I do remember, that I asked him about his family on the way back, without getting an answer. He brushed off the subject with an empty saying and I let it go, instead of pushing him further.

So I hope you're liking it so far. I'd really appreciate feedback, especially, because English isn't my native language and I still have a lot of things to improve in. Thanks for reading my first chapters <3