My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter One

Hey guys, little note here to say that I wrote this story a good 7 years ago. I felt like I just needed to try my own rendition of the classic, (over written) Vampires and Werewolves book. As I read back, with 7 years of growth, there are a few questionable themes. Maybe a few cringe moments for myself. Still, not a bad read for a first time novice! I feel like I can truly add something to this story now with a little more life. I hope whomever reads this moderately average book, that you enjoy and stick around xxx

Ps this is all unedited, so expect some teets mistakes 🙃

I stood in the middle of the dance floor, watching the mass of hot sweaty, gyrating bodies. I let the thrum of the bass from the music vibrate through my body. But I wasn't feeling the night like I usually would. I had been sitting on the one drink at the bar since we first arrived, feeling like the oldest person in the club.

I tapped my best friend on the shoulder. Andy spun her tall, supermodel frame around to face me. Standing next to the six-foot tall platinum blonde made me look like one of the seven dwarfs. Though I'm not quite sure which one I would be.

"Babe, where have you been?" asked Andy. Her big brown doe eyes glassy from the few pills I'm guessing she would have taken to make her night even more enjoyable. But hey, who am I to judge.

"I have been at the bar," being boring, "But I think I might go home."

"So soon? But the night has just gotten started," she pouted her perfect rose bud lips at me, but being the hard bitch that I am, I didn't falter to her puppy dog looks. She was right, the night was only young, and according to society, at the ripe age of twenty-four, so am I. But these bones are old. Life has wizened me down to a comfortable thirty-something.

Life hasn't been so kind to me. Killing off just about everything that has ever meant anything to me. My whole entire family burned to death at a family reunion, in an old building fire when I was three years old. But lucky for me, I caught a fever that day and was home sick with a sitter. Karen, the woman who took me in, my adoptive mother, died when I was nineteen from breast cancer. And just two years ago, my husband Damon and my two-year-old daughter Milly died in an accident, which I survived. Once again, luck was on my side. But I wouldn't say it was luck. To me, I am one fucken unlucky girl. I would say I am, more or less, cursed. Damned to forever live my days alone.

Some say that I'm a hot mess. I have tattoos, listen to metal music and I have no filter. I call it how I see it and that really grinds the gears of some people. Not my fault you pissed me off and now I'm letting you know about it. If you're going to be a dick, I'm going to be a dick back, fairs fair. But that doesn't make me a bitch. I am quite a nice and sweet person. I have empathy, I just have a little sass too. But hey, it gives me character. Or so I've been told.

But given what I have already been through in my short pathetic life, I think I have bloody well earned the right to be a bitter to generic assholes, who think they know better, or are better than I. I wasn't always hard, but I guess life had decided to toughen me up. Yup life gave me one serious "harden the fuck up pill".

"I'm sorry Hun, I'm just not feeling it tonight. But you stay here and enjoy yourself," I shouted over the loud noise they call music.

Andy frown at me, but then her brilliant smile lit up her perfect face. "Ok, but get a taxi, I know it's not far, but it's not safe to walk home alone."

"Yes mum," I said sarcastically.

"And text me when you get home."

"I promise," I smiled at her.

She bent low to give me a hug goodbye. I kissed her on the check before beginning my mission to cross the over crowed dance floor. I'm pretty sure that this many people squeezed into this small club like beautiful sardines, is a fire hazard.