We sat down at a coffee shop. Me and the strange man who said he could tell me. Do I want to really know this information? My head rushed with thought, fears, worries, what if-
"Vladimir!"
The man sat down after getting his coffee. I looked at him. "so you have answers?"
"Yes but are you sure you want to know them?" He respond. I paused for a few moments more worries filled my head. Do I want to I mean what if I was a criminal what if I killed someone why am I- I stopped myself I'm always going to wonder these things about myself.
"Yes I want to know"
"So your name was Harper you where turned at a bar.. deathandco. It was a busted that night. Before that night you where a young girl who enjoyed dancing. You where a lightweight who would get a tad bit to emotional.."
he continued on telling his story, or well my story.
"So how did you know this about me"
"Because my love.. I was the one"
He pulled out a crumpled photo of me and him he was in a tuxedo and I was in a flapper dress. Under it it said
"To my love, forever and always"
"I missed you so much" he started to cry
"I can't believe what I did to you! I just blanked and I left you"
"What are you talking about?" I asked him angrily.
"I turned you.." he responded feeling guilty, "but I want you back" he looked me sad
"I don't even know you!" I left angrily
And that's how I figured out who I am, maybe I didn't want to but that's my story.
The end
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Who am I? -completed-
VampirI woke up I don't know a̸n̸y̸o̸n̸e̸ I don't know my n̸a̸m̸e̸ or w̸h̸o̸ i̸ a̸m̸ all I know is I wake up I have a pounding headache I crave blood and my fangs wanna sink in to some ones skin this is my story finding w̸h̸o̸ i̸ a̸m̸
