I stare at the sign down the block.
Death&Decay
I just crawled out of my grave, and now I end up someplace even more macabre...but inviting...
According to the newspaper, I'm in New York City. That explains why cars are still racing through the street I just crossed, at about 2:00 am. But of all places...I get up off the bench in front of the bakery window, and walk towards Death&Decay. I press my face to the glass as memories flood over me.
Musical ones.
Memories of listening to the darkest genres of music.
Metal, death metal, heavy metal, rock, punk rock, even pop punk.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, standing in bliss.
Lost in the flood of memories, I take a step back and stare at the window once again, sighing.
I casually slip my hands in my dress pockets,-as I often did with my jeans - convenient and classy, disguised as layers of fabric on my dress.
I feel a shiver down my neck as I realize they're not empty.
I pull out a small, black leather object from one of my pockets.
A wallet, with four hundred dollars and my I.D.
What kind of people were my family to bury me like this?
Who would bury anyone like this?Other than Egyptians... I only think about it for a minute or so before a strange idea overwhelms me and I do my best to shake it off... Being "undead" is weird enough.
After pacing around the storefront for a few minutes, I lay down on the bench in front of the beautiful store, (trying my best not to look suspicious) and slip away into a dreamless sleep, passing the time until the store will open. Maybe when I wake, things will make a bit more sense... I even stop momentarily to entertain the possibility that this was all some twisted dream.
I smile at my stupidity before falling asleep.
YOU ARE READING
The Dead And The Risen
VampireA sixteen year old girl named Clarissa wakes up lost, confused and alone in New York. Clarissa remembers nothing about her past or where she came from, but she begins to learn many dark secrets when she meets a mysterious man who seems to know more...
