Twisted romance

Emma's beginning

536 years. That's how long it takes before you realize you don't want to be alive anymore. Not that I was even alive. I was what you would call a 'vampire.' At least that's what the world called us. Creatures of the night. Blood sucking demons. You know of us or at least you've heard the stories. And you probably never believed that we could exist. Yet, I've been around for 536 years so I know that I definitely exist.

Most of those 536 I've spent running around. Running from town to town, always a new name in a new place. In Moscow I'm Tasha but in Europe I'm Melissa. But in reality, I'm Emma. Emma Smith. Born in the year 1482. The year England had invaded Scotland. At 17 years old, I was turned into this monster and since then, I've traveled around.

I have had companions over the years. Ive had slaves to do my bidding and help my sexual cravings, but I That was all to me. Most of the important people in my life had died over time. That was the worst part of being what I was. Watching them die. The most painful one was the love of my life, Kathryn.

See, I always new I didn't have a thing for men, but back in those days, it wasn't very popular to show that you had love for the same sex. So we kept our love a secret from the world. Everyone looked at us like best friends that could never be separated but the moment the door closed, we were much more. The secret kisses, the touch of her hands caressing my body and her love that drove me insane. And I loved it all. I loved her.

And then I became this. I went to visit her one night and as we kisses and it got more intimate, I couldn't control myself and I bite down on her neck. The taste of her sweet juicy blood touched my tongue and I couldn't stop. She begged for me to stop with fear in her voice, and yet I drank on. In fact it turned me on more that she was scared. And I knew then what kind of monster I was. She died in my arms, and I never got close to people after that. After all this time her screams still replay in my mind. After that night I felt empty inside and killing just became natural. I hated it but inside I couldn't resist the taste of blood.

There are more Vampires like me, but they all moved to America where there's a forest dark enough to walk in the day time and not be burned alive. It's called the Dark Forest and After 356 years, I was ready to settle down with the rest of my vampire family.