A Dead Life

Vampire. Holy crap, I didn’t remember how I got this way but fangs don’t lie. I groaned inwardly as the realistic truth and dread hit me over the head. Vampires are something you read about or watch movies about, their not supposed to be real! Sweat plastered my hair to my forehead, my hands had grown shaky and clammy, I wanted to scream, I wanted to pull out my hair, I wanted to die. I crammed my head deeply into the silky pillows and curled into a tight ball, hoping to drown into layers of silk and cotton. A sharp knock on the door banged loudly through my head, like a tennis ball crashing through the court. Before I could answer a tall figure stalked to the side of the bed and sunk down into the squishy mattress. "Azzurra," the man commanded. I turned over to face him and was paralyzed by his beauty. His face was all sharp, with razor like lines searing into the flesh. His eyes glowed yellow, and his hair streaked red. "I am Vespasian your creator." He continued in a heavy exotic accent. "My what?" I asked more then a little frightened and more then alot confused. "Your creator, I made you what you are now." "And what exactly am I now?" he heaved a great sigh and rolled his eyes. "Your creator, I made you a vampire. You see Azzurra I’m very old, in fact the eldest vampire their lives today, i have the most power over our race, I enforce the law and punish those who do not follow it. You among one other vampire was created by me and that makes you one of the strongest of our species." he held up a slim finger "Antonio," he bellowed in calm but enforcing tone "come in hear, i have someone I want you to meet," Within seconds a boy no older then myself stepped into the room. He had the same razor like lines for cheekbones, but his eyes were the color of moss, and his hair the color of soil. My heart sped up at the sight of him, I couldn’t help but stare. He gave me a wicked grin that tore my heart, he was so beautiful.

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I stared into her flat black eyes and saw the soft curls of her copper hair twining around her face like gnarled roots of a tree. I wanted to run my fingers through her intoxicating hair, I wanted to smell her, to touch her.