Thursday, July 7, 2011
The Story of Clare, Continued
Hi, this is Clare again. This is the second part of the story I started tell. My last post was about my life as a human. This part is going to be about how I got turned into a vampire, and why I'm running from people now.
This part is harder. It's about me doing bad things, and being around bad people. It also seems more... immediate. I've only been a vampire for a year, but in a way it seems like forever. Human life seems distant. It's easier to be objective about my human past; I remember it but it's almost like talking about things that happened to someone else.
I guess I hope even after I tell all this vampire stuff, people will still like me. I understand if you don't, though.
So here it is...
So, when last you heard, I was homeless and addicted to drugs. Sometimes I would panhandle. Sometimes I would steal. It was no kind of life, but I didn't know where to find someone to help me.
There were some other people hanging around the same block, but only at night. They were pale, graceful, beautiful... but deadly. I know now they are vampires. At the time, though, they said they were going to give me a place to stay and a fix - and I believed them.
They lived in the basement of an abandoned apartment building. It was more like an animal den than a human home, with a bunch of old mattresses and debris all over the place. The air smelled like blood. As soon as the door opened and I realized this, I tried to get away, but they brought me inside and barred the door.
They talked in low voices for awhile; I couldn't hear it but I knew they were talking about me. I wondered what they were going to do to me, and if they were going to let me go. They didn't. Two of them grabbed me, and then the third one bit me.
The bite hurt. The transformation hurt worse. I thought I was going to die. I didn't, though. I turned into a vampire like them. I thought they were going to let me leave after they did that to me, but they didn't. They kept me locked up. I was really thirsty for... you know... blood. When they brought in humans for me to feed on, I couldn't help it. My brain didn't want to but my body couldn't stop. I'm pretty sure I killed them. I feel horrible about it. I wish I could go back in time and change it.
The other vampires said that I'd come to accept it in time. I didn't. One day they left the door open, and I ran away. They're hunting me because I'm theirs, and I "betrayed" them, and they think having me rogue among humans puts the vampires in danger of being found. Those are some of the people I'm running from.
The others are humans. My aunt and uncle and my cousins. I tried to go back to them, to apologize for how I acted and beg them to help me. They said I was an evil creature. I can't really argue that. They were going to kill me, and I didn't want to die... so I ran again. Now they see it as their duty to get rid of me, because I was their responsibility.
So that brings us till now, I guess. Weird stuff. Are we still friends?