Seventy years had gone by. I kept among the humans, hiding the deadly secret from them. At night I would hide in the shadows so no body would notice. The tiring ache would drag through my body.
I spent five years in one place, then I would have to move. The humans would start to notice otherwise. I’d been in London in the early 1960’s. It had changed drastically over nearly fifty years. The humans image had changed too. Acting like a eighteen year old was hard when you were really over a hundred years old.
I knew what I had to do. I had a list. First I’d need a flat next would be a job. Thankfully I had a bank account which had my money in. if I didn’t have that, I’d probably had lost it by now. The stereotypical vampires were in cloaks and tight leather and would scare the most dangerous animal on the planet to death. Me, I wore jeans and a shirt. The most ordinary thing in world. No body would notice me, I would blend into the crowd. Which I what I wanted. But as a human, I wanted to do the opposite.
My black hair nearly reached my shoulders, it was styled as a long bob, so I was told. My eyes were ice blue, they drew attention from the humans so I could leer them in. my pale skin wouldn’t fit in to a hot, sunny part of the world. So that narrowed it down. I wasn’t short nor was a tall I was average. My body was curvy, which drew in the male humans.
I’d never been in love, I never wanted to. I did what I have to do. I’m alone in this world. I belonged no where.
I walked into a local newsagents and picked up a local paper. The flats were all the same, small but pricey. I didn’t care much about the price. After the decades of working and barely spending the money. I had some saved.
There was a flat in Brondesbury road. £650 a month and it had furniture. Just what I needed. I went for that one. I put the paper back and pulled out my cell. Vampires were more intelligent than humans, even the most intelligent. We didn’t have magical powers. We could ran faster and jump better. Once we become vampires we instantly no how to fight and protect ourselves and the best one kill our prey.
I never wanted to kill a human. The guilt tortured me everyday of my existence. Taking away life just to survive. It was barbaric. I didn’t want to be like that. I didn’t even want to be a vampire. I wanted to be ‘normal’ like every one else.
As vampires, there were hardly any rules. We were outcasts. There were clans all over the planet. Most vampires would stay in a clan, so they belonged somewhere. The most famous clan of the vampire world was Cryadon. This is where the elders of the vampire world were. They were like a royal family, only they drank blood.
I shared the blood of one of the elders, Lucifer. Surprisingly he was my father. When he was human he was with my mother, Rosemary. As soon as she gave birth she died. My father left home and left me with my aunt, Sara who looked after me. When he did come back I was eighteen and he was a vampire and he bit me and my aunt. That’s how I became a vampire. It wasn’t brutal or exciting, just plain and old.
As the daughter of the most famous vampire, I was meant to stay at my fathers side and be with Zen, who was one of the leaders of the clan. He was everything s girl and vampire wanted in a mate. He was funny, caring and kind. He was there for me in ways my father couldn’t and when he said those words I’d longed for someone to say to me, I couldn’t say them back. I knew I had to leave.
Ever since Zen had searched for me and destroyed humans and vampires that were in his way. He was powerful, the most powerful vampire I’d ever met. But he wouldn’t not hurt me, so he said.
The flat was small but convenient. It suited me perfectly. Now I needed more clothes to put into my closet. I also needed a job, what would I be now?