Okay, It's been four years since I wrote this. I don't like it all that much, but I get good comments on it all the time from the site that it's posted on. Personally, I don't really want feedback, but if you decide to read the story, and you feel very strongly about it, don't be afraid to leave me one or two comments. I don't mind.

My body shuddered as I lay on the ground, the wound on my neck burning with the pure wickedness of Hell. My body was completely paralyzed as I lay there. Soon rain began to fall from the dark sky, soaking my dress. I could feel the blood leaving my body, mingling with the cold water. I soon realized that death was upon me.

My body became cold, and I began to loose the feeling in my legs. The sensation of leaving your body is strange, as if you’re gradually becoming warmer as you move up. It is something you can feel only in death.

As my soul drifted upwards, it became trapped, like an animal in a cage. I was being pulled back into my mortal state. A man was kneeling beside my body, pressing a goblet to my lips. My head lay propped on his lap, my raven hair falling into the now damp ground. Warm liquid was being forced down my throat. I could feel… I could feel my body again. I was alive. I never questioned the man’s intentions; I now regret that with all my heart.

Slowly my eyes opened and I gazed up at the man. His blonde hair was wet, sticking to his scalp, his eyes deep pools of blue. I then began to taste the liquid on my tongue. It was sweet like honey, but it had a strange aftertaste that lingered in my mouth.

Soon he pulled the goblet from my lips. I let my tongue slide over my teeth, picking up the last traces of the liquid. A groan escaped my lips as my body ached for more. A smile played on his lips as he heard me. I could almost swear I saw two large fangs in the moonlight.

"So, you’re awake." He whispered, his eyes traveling down my body. A faint chill ran down my spine as he reached out to feel my heart, his hand resting on my chest. Slowly I began to notice my heart was beating too slowly. No… not too slow, it was stopping altogether.

I suddenly began to panic, my emerald eyes widening in fear. "I… I don’t want to die again!" I gasped out to him, reaching up to clutch his hand. Again he smiled, shaking his head slowly.

"You won’t die again, you can’t." He smiled his tone almost sadistic. I stared up at him in awe, there was such apathy to him. I searched his eyes for the slightest bit of emotion. I never was able to find any.

Now

The year is 1823. It’s the first of April, the day of my anniversary. Anniversary for what? For the day I become a demon, a monster out of hellish fiction. I remember when he told me, all I could think about was my family, and how I would let them know…I never did tell them. I never had the heart. They thought I was dead, and that was good enough.

The scenes in my mind are as vivid as the time I felt them as I play them back in my mind. The emotions I felt seem to be coming back, welling up inside of me. My body died long ago, along with my heart, but I still act human, feeling emotions and having petty feelings for beings other then myself. I keep to things I did in my human life, like keeping a diary. I don’t need to do it; a vampire is never able to forget.

I feel like crying. It’s almost as if I can feel the tears running down my pale cheeks. I desperately try to shake the feeling, closing my dull green eyes that used to be so full of life and emotion. I must clear my mind; I cannot become so wound up with things of the past, although it is hard not to regret my life.

The mind of a vampire is a thing of wonder. We can remember everything and anything Advertisement
that happened within the lifetime of our demonic heart, but it is almost impossible to recall what happened while we were human. While we were still only caught in mortal sins, things that vampires see as petty acts of kindness and compassion. I still remember the day of the end of my mortal state so vividly. It was almost one hundred years ago.

April 1st, 1723

He smiled; scooping me up in his arms. The smile on his lips was not a friendly one. It was as if he knew something I did not. Something that I would never understand, as if it was too complex for my mind. Again I wanted to question him, to ask him what was going on.

I tried to open my mouth, but flinched at the pain emitting from my two canine teeth. I ran my tongue over the tips and felt a heavy liquid stream out of my tongue. The same sweet liquid I had consumed only a few moments ago. A gasp escaped my lips, and again that smile crossed on his face.

“So now you understand. You are no longer a feeble creature of the mortal world, you are a vampire. Immortal.� I tried to struggle free of his strong grasp, but I was weak, my body refused to move. I felt like a speck of dirt. A helpless being that has no idea how big the world around them actually was.

“You will need to feed more. You are weak, and I can tell.� He closed his dark blue eyes as he took a deep breath, his chest expanding as the cold night air entered his body. Again I tried to move, but was sent back down as gravity seemed to smash down upon me. He was in the air and the night sky was a dark black-blue against his pale skin.

The sensation of wind whipping against your face, blowing your hair back like a blanket of silk was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. “Even in the life of a vampire, flight is the most exhilarating thing beside the kill of a mortal.� He whispered, still moving upwards, then forward. I desperately tried to clutch his neck, afraid that I would plummet to the ground that was so far beneath me. He chuckled at my frantic actions.

Soon he landed, his leather boots hitting the ground with a soft thump. A mortal stood only about ten feet away, his head turning and his frantic eyes darting towards us. To him we must have seemed like no more then shadows, but to us he was there, almost as if he was standing out in broad daylight even at twelve A.M. My eyes widened as I realized this. Why? Why could I see this man so well?

“Vampires are like cat’s. Their vision is beyond 20/20, and our minds work far faster then the minds of simple humans.� He explained. “Now, feast.� He commanded. Reluctantly I followed his orders. I didn’t want to, but my body moved on it’s own, and I was too hungry to try and stop myself.

As I neared the human I could hear his breathing grow heavy, the whites of his eyes visible in the dark. I wanted to smile at his fear, at the quickened pulse I could hear, his heart beating rapidly as I stood behind him. Quickly I grabbed his shoulders and tilted his head to the side, exposing the soft flesh of his neck. I could feel my mouth watering as my teeth grazed the throbbing vein. I stalled for a moment, trying to stop myself, but it was useless. The next thing I knew my teeth had sunk into the vein, and I was drawing the sweet liquid from his body. At first his heart raced, then, gradually, it lessened, becoming slower and slower. Soon I knew it would stop, and the sweet nectar would be no more, but I had to have more.

“That’s enough! Claudia!� The man that had sealed my fate called to me, ripping me from the victim as his heart stopped. I felt woozy, and giddy, as if I had drank a bottle of wine by myself. I turned to look at him, I must have looked pathetic, for he smiled again. He knew he was in control, that I was no more then a puppet. I thought for a moment.

“How...?� I whispered hoarsely, trying to find my voice. “H…how did you know…my name?� I asked, my voice finally coming back. A smirk played upon his lips as he looked down at me, my black hair messy, the collar of my dark green dress covered in dried blood.

“How? I gave life to you. I know everything about you. You’re life, your family, your husband.� He uttered the last part with such harshness that I flinched under his shadow. “I am Kenneth, the man that damned you. Remember that. One day you will come, seeking revenge.�

I looked at him, in utter shock of what he had just said. I had always been a woman of strong religion, doing everything in my path to make sure I followed the rules of god. I had just killed someone. It was true; this man had damned me.

“No…� I whispered, my emerald eyes widening as I looked down, desperately trying to comprehend what had just happened. I just went down the wrong path. There must be some way I could reverse this. I could go to the church, and confess to the preacher? No. The parish would kill me. They would call me a monster, a demon out of hell and accuse me of witchcraft. Then they would surely burn me at the stake.

I could see Kenneth smile as my face contorted with fear and pain. His smile only grew as I glared upwards at him, my eyes narrowed. For the first time I could clearly see his sharpened canine teeth. They were like small white daggers, the tips sharper then any blade I have ever seen. I shuddered, closing my eyes as my hands balled up into tight fists, my already pale knuckles turning white with the pressure.

As I opened my eyes again I found that Kenneth was gone. My eyes scanned the dark night, looking for him. I needed this man. I had so much to learn, so many questions. Was it possible to go back to being a normal human, or would I forever be damned? Could I touch a cross and stay out in the sunlight? Could I even cross over rushing water?

So many questions kept leaping into my mind. My emotions were all but dull. I felt like bursting into tears. What would I tell my family? My husband? They all thought I had just gone out for some fresh air. That was at least three hours ago, they would be looking for me by now. What would I do?

I went back to the building at which I had been living in and saw my husband standing near the woods with an oil lantern. Tears flooded my eyes as I watched him, heard him call my name numerous times. His chestnut eyes full of worry and sadness. He had found a puddle of blood in front of the house.

I closed my eyes, letting the tears run down my pale cheeks, the water droplets warm against my cold skin. I couldn’t go to him now. I couldn’t seek comfort in his arms. I could never talk to him again, I could never feel his strong arms wrap around me. I wanted to die, but I knew that if I did I could never avenge what that man had done to me. What he had done to my family.

Now

That day I made a promise to myself, to my loved ones, to my husband… I promised that I would kill the man that made me the way I am. I promised that no matter how long it took, I would do it. I would kill Kenneth.

It has taken me so long, so long to build up the courage, and the strength. I stand slowly, letting my legs adjust to the feeling of my weight against them. Then I walk towards the mantel, clutching a long dagger. I let my eyes scan over the sharpened blade, and it reminds me of Kenneth, of his fangs. I smiled now, for it was my turn to send him to hell.