More than a Decade

CHAPTER 1 SNACK.

Time seems to slow down when you are waiting for something. A whole day seems like a few more centuries added to my life. But it doesn't bother me as much as it did in the beginning. I don't miss looking at the sunny sky, and loving it like I used to. I'm not up because of that nowadays. Right now I'm up because I'm waiting for night. For the protection of the dark sky, and the silent town. My true name is Enna. I was born in 776B.C. I died in 794B.C, and was reborn two days after my death. I do know who made me the way I am. He was a merchant, and his name was Andrew Haines. Why he saved me from death I do not know. I never gave him a chance to let me know. I killed him in 1472, he was expecting me, but he thought I wanted to thank him for what he had done to me. Maybe now I would have done just that, thanked him. But then I was furious. I didn't want to be a monster. I didn't want to accept what I was. I wanted to die. Why am I thinking about this, I do not know. Maybe it's because I want to know why I am here in L.A the most vampire filled place that I know of. Maybe I didn't want to be alone anymore; maybe I wanted someone to talk to, be friends with. I have lived my long life so far alone. I have thought many times, to join a coven or create one myself. I do not have the mind to create one myself though. I don't want to destroy someone that way when they have the other option. But I have been too afraid to join one with my gift. Every vampire has blinding speed, hard as diamond skin, and amazing strength. But not every vampire has the gift to control minds. Some may have a different special gift, but mine makes almost all of them afraid. I have shown a few of my kind of this gift but they try to turn on me and kill me. I have escaped every time with blood on my hands, metaphorically speaking. So I have kept to myself and kept my gift well hidden, trying not to use it unless it's necessary. But now I am so alone. I start speaking aloud to myself I am so desperate for my kind's company. Humans are easy to talk to but they are weak and not understanding. Of course they would go insane if I told them the truth about me, or if they were still able to think sanity, no one would believe them. Occasionally when I am in a bad mood every couple of decades, I do tell humans the truth... But then I must kill them so others or they themselves do.

I sit up on my bed and cock my left ear to the sealing. It is almost midnight, almost dark enough for me to get up. All of the bull crap about vampires dieing in the daylight is not true, but the light is very uncomfortable. The older you get the easier it gets to be outside. It may sound uncanny that way but it is true. Also as time passes in my endless life my senses get better. I can hear a feather fall five miles away, I can see all of the craters on the moon, I can hold my breath for a very long time, I don't need to breath too much but breathing brings smell and smell is important when I hunt, and I can stand out in the artic unclothed because I don't feel cold and it doesn't affect me, I have a beating heart but I cannot die easily, my skin is warm but it is nearly impenetrable.

The reason I wait, is because like any other of my kind we wait for the night because it improves our senses. That is why I have been sleeping during the day since I have gotten here two days ago. Yes I can sleep. I don't have to, but it calms me, and helps me relax. I can dream, surprisingly enough. They are normal dreams, about life, my interests... And occasionally my old life... They are one of the only human things about me. .. I think the only thing.

I stand and walk to my heavily draped windows, and move them away from the glass. There are only a few lights on in some apartments and buildings. There is not one person out side, a few cars but otherwise nothing. I walk to my hotel rooms' bath room. Open the old wood door with the unclean handle. I don't care if it's dirty; I am immune to all disease. And then walk in. The room is tiled on the floor and walls with white tiles, but they have yellowed with age, the mirror is new, most likely broken and had to be replaced, the shower is white and yellowed also as is the shower nozzle, and the toilet the same as the rest of the room, old and crappy. I sigh. I could afford a mansion to stay here for a few days. But that would attract notice. Stupid cops, one had seen me feeding. He was on my trail but I had enough money to hire any help. The assassin was hunting him right now; I hope he finishes the job soon. I am not afraid. Years of escaping notice has given me this confidence. But on the brighter side of things, I'm back in L.A. I've lived in many places, but a few thousand years ago this place had attracted my attention.