Liza is an eighty nine year old vampire stuck forever living as a teenage girl, for decades trying to run away from her past. She tries to control her desires and the strong temptation she faces being what she is, fighting to save her own sense of h...
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I make my way to sit down at an empty table in the cafeteria. My sensitive ears pick up heavily the loud chatter of students as they get their food. I envy them, for their form of sustenance for decades has tasted like nothing but dirt to me. This is something I've had to fully accept over the years.
As a newborn vampire I learned this the hard way as I decided to test my limits after my first hunt. Annabelle made clear the fatal consequences if I resisted my nature. As our maker when she turned us she kept my sister and I bound to her, knowing the exposure a freshly turned vampire could unravel if not given the proper instruction to gain control of their primal instincts.
Although Annabelle unapologetically enjoyed every part of the hunt, particularly the kill, she was smart in her methods of remaining unexposed. She strongly heeded warning to feed in either dark or secluded areas, occasionally moving locations to keep ourselves hidden from the eyes of unwanted company such as werewolves and vampire hunters. And as much as she reveled in the kill, she also had enough self control to keep her prey alive. Either way she left no evidence behind, making it impossible for one to track a victim dead or alive back to herself. She intended for none of that to change even as she changed Evelyn and I.
My sire in the end would be revealed to be the main ingredient to keeping myself in control. While her bite could affect me in many ways, her blood deemed itself to be even more powerful to keep the beast within from devouring me whole. I had already been force fed from Annabelle twice, right before my transformation and after as I experienced drinking human blood for the very first time in her bedroom.
From first taste Annabelle's blood was like a drug, something I did not want to have control over me if I could help it. I also tried to disassociate myself with it for I wanted to be as detached as I could be to this life of vampirism. Yet I soon felt the pull to feed. I became so ill of the thought of taking human blood again, even worse a life and enjoying it. I was committed to stay in my stubborn ways, insisting I would not go out on the next hunt. Annabelle warned me of what would happen if I did not feed properly, putting multiple lives including my very own at risk all at once.
My sire also acknowledged that I needed much more time than Evelyn to adjust to this new life, the night of the second hunt offering her blood to help settle me and finally come to my senses. Yet I refused her help. As Annabelle and Evelyn left the house without me to feed, the bloodlust drove me to complete madness. However I wasn't going to let it consume me, or that's at least what I initially thought.
