Scared Of The Light

Kleinwood {1}

For the sake of the story please imagine that Camila and Lauren are in high school, I know since Camila was born in 1996 it doesn't really make sense but imagine that she is eighteen because the story will make sense. Pretty much it's eighteen year old Camila and Lauren, in 2018 era🤙🏼

I moved away to get away from my past. The demons that haunted me back home were becoming to dangerous. The hunters were coming for me and I had to leave before they could kill me.

I learned to live with my curse as it had just been something I've grown accustom to. Well, I am 221 years of age so it's enough time to grow accustom.

I was born in London, England 1796 and around that time the industry was booming. Inventions after invention and it was a good time for nearly everyone. Nearly.

Children were forced into the works and many deaths were counted. I was one of those kids, grew up poor, had to work for my family to survive. I didn't care for anyone but my mother and siblings. My father was a disgrace to our name but I had to put up with his abuse, alcoholism and lazy attitude because my mother Clara loved him dearly. To me he was a sleaze who sat on his fat arse all day and did fuck all but to everyone else he was an angel.

When problems began, I was 14. Clara had tried to hide both my conditions from my father Mike as long as she could but he saw both things. The dick between my legs and the animal blood round my mouth. He told a society about my existence and since then I've been in the run, they call themselves The Cleansers.

The Cleansers were a family who believed in the evil of the world. They would speak at churches about the unspoken darkness over the world and the things that lurk in the night. They called me a vampire. A creature that drank blood to survive which was true and that was what frightened everyone the most. It wasn't until I was 18 when I had my first drop of human blood. I swear it was was like a personal drug made just for my lips and i lost all control. I feasted on anything I saw, no matter who it was. I earned the name The Ripper, or among the humans Jack The Ripper.

I stopped ageing. My blood lust grew and The Cleansers were hot on my tail. So I left, I fled London in 1888. From there on I never stayed in one place too long, I cut down on my feasting and only killed criminals but soon I was feared around the country, people locking their doors at night afraid the vicious vampire would get into their home. Which I didn't blame them for.

So I stopped hunting all together. I fed on animals for years on end and watched the world grow around me. It wasn't until 1996 when I fled to America. The United Kingdom became to dangerous for me and Miami seemed the perfect place to settle.

Few more decades later and here we are, 2018 and I stand on the doorstep of my new home in Kleinwood. A remote place which was a town surrounded in forest and in the very outskirts of the population was a huge lake and on the bank, was my cabin.

The place was beautiful and calming and was easy to hunt in. The Cleansers did roam around but they were a new generation who had no clue of my identity but I had the upper hand. A Cleanser you see had a certain scent about them, it was one of poison since they drank the one weakness I had called Vervain which was a plant that grew in the forest. Plus, the Mahone and Simpson family were the main Cleanser names and I knew never to be friend them.

I slowly walked into my cabin, with the duffel bag on my back and I looked around before slumping the bag onto the ground. The first thing you saw when you stepped inside was a mirror, look to the right, was a living room with a fireplace and sofa, look to the left was the kitchen and a door. I walked toward the door to see a queen sized bed in the centre of the room with a window that looked off to the lake and a walk in wardrobe and I called make out a bathroom next to my bedroom.

"Home Sweet Home." I said in my strong British accent, as I looked out the window watching the birds fly over head.

Short introduction to Laurens past and her new home setting. Sorry I've been inactive on the other stories but I will be uploading over on them soon. I just thought this story was a good idea☺️so I'll see you in the next chapter, please can we just talk bout Laurens new songs OH SHIII EXPECTATIONS IS MY FUCKING JAM!! Anyway see ya later love and blessings💕🙏🏼