1791

Chapter 1

*skip a few centuries later*

"And as reported by the local police, the body of Anthony Faunds was never found. Some theorise that a person from the family had stolen the body of their loved one. The fault in that was that the family, along with the church, were the ones who reported the body missing." A professor spoke in front of a large class, pacing back and forth between isles. "From this story we have the Faunds Legend to keep the children of the town from misbehaving. But, there are teens and people your age who go to the site of where they found the body, as an attraction. At night, it is reported that some teens stay at the place of his death and try and summon the man's spirit."

"That's a load of rubbish. A stupid fairy tale," A female voice came from the front of the class. This caught the attention of her classmates.

"Yes, but all the proof for it to be real is there, Miss Camrin. I grew up hearing the story and we lived close to the site of his death. It's more likely that a grave robber took the body and buried it elsewhere and the cause of death was a beast. It's said that they never knew, but from the description of the autopsy it had to be a viscous one." A boy tapped his pencil in the desk and raised his hand. "It was to keep young ones from venturing into the wooded area as not many people lived there in Delaware at that time," He pointed out. The professor nodded thoughtfully.

"Anyhow, that is the end of today's lecture. We will pick back up on Monday and on Thursday we will have an exam over the local myths and legends that were created in the original 13 colonies."

The boy picked up his things and walked out. It was the end of all his classes and a relief washed over him that he was allowed to go home.

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The first thing he did was go by the coffee shop and get something to fill him up, two sandwiches and a black coffee. He ordered and paid before sitting at a small booth in the back where he could enjoy some peace and quiet. That was, until three loud and obnoxious men entered.

"Aye, how's everyone doing this fine afternoon? How about just because, I'll pay for everyone in line and one free coffee for everyone else!" the tallest out of the group yelled. People cheered at this, for free coffee and food would make anyone happy. The other two started to hand out coffees while the other stood next to the cash register to pay.

"And here you go, sir," an angel like voice spoke. The other man looked up to see one of the three placing down a cup of coffee.

"Thank you," he said monotonously.

"May I know your name also, beautiful?" the owner of the angel voice smirked.

"Anthony." he said, looking down.

"Ah, well Anthony, I'm John. Here's my number you're interested." John winked at Anthony before walking back towards his friends.Anthony looked at the side of the cup to see something written.

Hey I just met you, so here's my number, so call me maybe ***-***-**** John A.

Anthony rolled his eyes before gathering his things and leaving to his home. It was a nice home, a colonial style house. Before that, he lived in an old shack in the woods near where he got bit. He hated when he learned about his legend, but the the one closest to the truth  was the one he started in a book he published in 1801. He couldn't use his real name, so he published it under an alias. He always did, that's also how he bought the house, with the money he got from the book.

It was called Legends of Delaware and as the name said, told the legends he grew up hearing and his own. It was one of the books he needed for his class, and he owned the only original. Anthony had lots of old books that he had written under various names he'd had in the past. He had to do something with his life,  and he wasn't dying anytime soon. 

Along with all the things he had dating back to the 1700's, he had modern day technology. What am I, a cave dweller? He thought grimly. No, I'm a vampire. Sadly.

Anthony missed his wife,  his parents, his brothers. All the memories he never got to have with his two baby girls. He tried to have relationships with other people,  but they didn't seem to work out. He was too. . .unemotional, too robotic. And that was the downfall to being a vampire.

He had met someone, before. Her name was Catherine, she was 21 and they met in 1857. She knew that Anthony was a vampire and that he was almost 100. What she didn't know was who he was before the attack. But she didn't care. They got married and lived happily without any children, for she was unable to bare any offspring to the world. She died of a sickness in 1874, leaving Anthony devastated and grieving for years.

Anthony closed his eyes and put down his report and listened to the sound of the television, playing lightly in the background. A dog named Bean and a cat named Carl laid asleep in the couch near the recliner that he sat in. The report was on the early beginnings of America as a country, which was very easy as he grew up at that time.

That was one advantage he had being the way he was, he knew most of these things from early American history first hand and knew all these things that helped him get along in his studies. Anthony was regarded as a bright young man with an amazing future ahead of him. It was sad that he never did, he was cursed to forever live out his life in sorrow and grief.

He didn't go to sleep until late into the night and early into the morning. Tomorrow was the weekend and he didn't have any classes until Monday anyways. He went to sleep in his chair with the warmth of his laptop and both his pets on top of him. It was a peaceful sight for any who actually saw it.

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Anthony woke up to the sound of his dog barking out the window. It was 10 in the morning.

"Bean! Down girl!" the mail must be running. Anthony looked over at the coffee table to see the free cup he got yesterday and picked it up. His phone buzzed, and he read the message and laughed. It wouldn't hurt to text, would it?

A: Hey, is this John

He waited for a few seconds before he replied.

J: Yes is this Anthony

A: So this isn't just some random number

J: now why would i do that, babe

A: A joke maybe, what am I supposed think

J: Well, I didn't

J: So want to come hang sometime ;) ;) ;)

A: No thank you

J: Oh
J: how about u can hang out with my friends and i

A: The two who were with you at the coffee shop

J: Yep

A: Okay, I can go this Sunday, can I bring my friend Hannah

J: Sure
J: See ya there

Anthony stared at his phone. Did he just get asked out on a date? He barely new who John was or any of his friends. Then again, Anthony's only friend was a girl named Hannah.

Anthony laid on the couch, burying his face in the soft fur of his corgi. His cat then coming and dropping down on his back. It's been 143 years since Catherine died and 226 years since he was last with Annabel. Maybe it was good to go out and meet new people. The last date he went on was with this girl 10 years ago. It didn't go to well.

His stomach growled and noted he was hungry. All that was in the fridge was deer meat or bird meat, he needed to go on a hunting trip soon or at least to the store or butcher shop. He could just eat some regular food but that would only satisfy for maybe a few hours.

Beef
Sandwich breed
Pickles
Milk
Bacon
Eggs
Coffee mix
Fudge brownies

It would only be a quick trip to the grocery store and butcher shop and he could be back home to work on his things. And maybe clean the house. An check his room, which he hasn't been in except to get a clean pair of clothes.

"Here Bean, here Carl." Anthony called for the two so he could put their harnesses on. He was going to take them on a walk through town while out. Leash in hand, wallet in his pocket, and his shopping list in tow.