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Apr 06, 2010 05:26AM
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I’ve been a vampire for as long as I can remember.
Which is quite a long time.
It isn’t easy, as you would imagine, what with all the Slayers and so on. It gets a bit hard.
The Slayers area a group of people, dedicated to wiping vampires out. They killed my family, after they refused to talk. So yeah, you can’t help feeling a little guilty.
But. I suppose after a while you get used to it. My friends wonder why my features barley change, and why I never go to school on sunny days. Mind you, it usually is cloudy, living in North London.
Blood is quite easy to get. Not human blood, I’m not that evil. Except for, well... Sometimes you just get a craze for human blood. Then, once you start that frenzy, you kind of go mad, and start killing people. I like to think I’m pretty good at controlling it. I have only killed about 3 people in my life, but I felt so bad afterwards. None of those people should’ve died in the first place.
I opened the door. It was a nice cold day. Pity I was moving again. I sat down on my case, and sighed. This time I was moving to an orphanage in Cornwall; some tiny town called Padstow. I’d looked at it on a map; I’d even run there. It was almost always cloudy, which was a plus.
My bags didn’t have much in them. My dresses mostly, new orphanage uniform (ugh), and some hair stuff.
I slipped on some pumps, and rolled by suitcase out. I might as well run there, but they’re not expecting me for about 5 hours, I thought.
I ran anyway. I could always drop my stuff off somewhere. Where though? Padstow is quite small, only a small village next to the harbour.
It only takes me about an hour or so to run there. I am not one for time keeping; it confuses me, seeing as time is nothing to me. I figured that out soon enough. As long as I keep moving, I don’t have to worry too much.
As I approached, I smelt blood. Human blood. So it was no surprise I was passing a hospital. Hospitals are not my thing. In fact, any place where blood is generally on display, I try to avoid.
Padstow is pretty famous for seafood. Do fish have blood? I forgot. Anyway, I doubt it would be that nice, they spend their lives in water. And water makes blood thinner and… anyway, Padstow is quite safe. For now, anyway.
Which is quite a long time.
It isn’t easy, as you would imagine, what with all the Slayers and so on. It gets a bit hard.
The Slayers area a group of people, dedicated to wiping vampires out. They killed my family, after they refused to talk. So yeah, you can’t help feeling a little guilty.
But. I suppose after a while you get used to it. My friends wonder why my features barley change, and why I never go to school on sunny days. Mind you, it usually is cloudy, living in North London.
Blood is quite easy to get. Not human blood, I’m not that evil. Except for, well... Sometimes you just get a craze for human blood. Then, once you start that frenzy, you kind of go mad, and start killing people. I like to think I’m pretty good at controlling it. I have only killed about 3 people in my life, but I felt so bad afterwards. None of those people should’ve died in the first place.
I opened the door. It was a nice cold day. Pity I was moving again. I sat down on my case, and sighed. This time I was moving to an orphanage in Cornwall; some tiny town called Padstow. I’d looked at it on a map; I’d even run there. It was almost always cloudy, which was a plus.
My bags didn’t have much in them. My dresses mostly, new orphanage uniform (ugh), and some hair stuff.
I slipped on some pumps, and rolled by suitcase out. I might as well run there, but they’re not expecting me for about 5 hours, I thought.
I ran anyway. I could always drop my stuff off somewhere. Where though? Padstow is quite small, only a small village next to the harbour.
It only takes me about an hour or so to run there. I am not one for time keeping; it confuses me, seeing as time is nothing to me. I figured that out soon enough. As long as I keep moving, I don’t have to worry too much.
As I approached, I smelt blood. Human blood. So it was no surprise I was passing a hospital. Hospitals are not my thing. In fact, any place where blood is generally on display, I try to avoid.
Padstow is pretty famous for seafood. Do fish have blood? I forgot. Anyway, I doubt it would be that nice, they spend their lives in water. And water makes blood thinner and… anyway, Padstow is quite safe. For now, anyway.
