Why Me

Life is life

I put the cup full of delicious blood down. "Don't call me that" I look up at him and he has his arms crossed and he's looking at me, smiling. "Oh don't be such a butt" he replies.his smile drops and he looks down. "Everyone misses you" he starts " we've been looking for you since you left with-" I stand up making him quite. "Don't you dare mention her name in my presence" with that I left the cafe. It's still raining pretty hard. I left the clan, my friends and family at 15 with a girl. Her name was Sarah. I left my home because I didn't belong there I wasn't wanted. I loved her and she only thought of me as a friend. " I love you" I confessed to her after we ran away. We were staying in a city where common vampires stayed. New York. She looked at me with those sad eyes. She hugged me tight and told me she only thought of me as a friend. My whole world crashed and I told her I understood. Though, I lied. The next week they found us. Not our clan but something else. To this day I'm still trying to figure out what they were. I'm getting pretty close.My thoughts get interrupted by a girls screams in an alley. I look to my left and there is a girl with two dark haired guys getting all over her. Well that's what I thought. They were actually vampires sucking her blood. That's sick drinking from a person at the same time. This girl... I start walking to where they were. I see her life draining into them. "Hey" I say. Wow some entry. They both look at me and the girl is drowsy falling to the floor. "What punk" the tall one replies. "Get away from her or there will be trouble" I respond putting my sleeves revealing a tattoo on my wrist. They looked at me wide eyed. "It's the run away Prince ..." The shorter one said. My anger grew "don't you dare call me that" picking my fists up readying myself for a fight.