The colossal significance of my death is setting in. I can't feel anything. All I feel is hunger and anger. I want to die but I can't because I already have.
The events of my death have started to come back to me in brief flashes. I remember the party, the drugs and drink... and this girl. She was beautiful. Her light brown hair was down so her thin, tight waist. Her long legs looked even longer with her red heels she was wearing, and her curves were exaggerated with the right red dress. Her bright blue eyes and white smile encase in plump, red lips drew me in... then it goes black.
I can't stop thinking about her. I've never seen anyone so beautiful and enchanting. I think I need to find her.
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Forever Alone
VampireThe eternal turmoil a vampire feels, knowing they are ultimately alone forever... until they fine someone who wants to join them. This is Jamile's life story... or should I say death story?... It's his story.
