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My name Emily I'm a vampire. How you may ask I don't know. I don't remember I remember being a child but it's hazy only bits and pieces like how I lost all my family and was even left on my own to my own devices at such a young age. I've been a vampire since 1600 a.d so in vampire years I'm around 3000 years old I look early to mid-'20s. I can pass however for 22 to 33 in human years easily after that people start questioning how I stay so young-looking and fit. Finding out I was a vampire was quite a bit of shock to me.
I'm a 5'4 black haired white woman. I didn't know I was a vampire till the fateful night that changed my life. I was seeing a man named mark we were courting each other as it was when we went out to eat and for an evening stroll. When he pulled me to a dark alley there he proceeded to kiss me it easily became a heated make-out session during which my fangs elongated out. And hunger I had never known before that was so deep and primal burned through my entire being. The hunger drove me to bite down on his neck in our heated passion and I drank him dry ignoring his struggles. Not knowing or even realizing my strength was ten times that of his so not feeling his struggling to free himself. I drank him dry. When he had stopped struggling and there was not a drop of blood left in his body only then did I pull away. After a moment I realized he was dead in my arms and only my strength held his body in place in my arms.
Finally, it registered what had happened and what I had done. I stifled a scream from my lips dropping his body. I ran and ran through the streets using the darkened alleyways so as not to be noticed. I ran to the nearby woods. There I ran till I was so deep I should have been lost I stopped in a clearing grabbing my breath and screamed. I screamed and cried and broke down scared and mad and hurt with myself the situation and just not understanding what I had done or happened to me. Finally, after hours of this, I calmed and registered what the truth was what there was no other explanation for it I was a vampire. I thought of a plan and elaborate one at that for the man I had just taken the life of. Just so that I wouldn't be killed or hunted for being or existing as a vampire; I returned to the place I lived in alone. I washed redressed and cleaned the dress I had worn making sure there was no evidence of anything other than the date, for too many had seen us at dinner and walking down the street at the beginning of the night. I did so in shock and fear feeling I had no thither option or ideas what came over me entirely or how I had truly don't it. I decided I'd wait a month after the investigation went cold to move and in the meantime play it chill till someone found reported and cops came to question me then live in the morning for a month before moving far away. Just as to decrease suspicion on me and to prevent worse in my life.
Only waiting that month made things worse for my ability to leave in the sunlight slowly diminished. And more in more I hide from the world my neighbors slowly noticed as did my few social friends. I thanked every lucky star I had that no one knew yet me and that man had been courting each other. It was known to a few like his best friend but he hadn't made it serious publicly his intentions were anything but what was called honorable in those days and well I wasn't as snow white as I seemed. I made a plan to act in accord to those around me about his fate and play dumb and blind even mutilating the body just enough and hiding it to look like a mugging gone wrong and though id already killed the man I made it worse morally by stealing from him too. That night was the worst as was the next few months to follow the time of my existence.
To say I remember every vivid detail though I don't try to is enough I can still picture his face. Now I had also thought myself to love him but once I killed him it was as if I felt nothing for him in the first place the lure to his person not that I mean his physical body but rather to the memory of him wasn't something id say I shy away from but I wasn't something I reveled in either I was as if he was a man I have mearly seen at a bar on the night and other then a five minute light conversation with the man that gave away nothing about him I didn't care to I guess know him of think of him.
I guess I was always a good actor however for I had to form a plan of action when the police started snooping and they found his body for when it was just he was missing back in those days it wasn't uncommon for men to take off weeks at a time people thought he found another girl randomly eloped. Or got into a fight and was just hiding as well as could have gotten as it would later seem mugged and killed during the mugging and just hidden laid out in an abandoned back alleyway.
I showed sorrow to his disappearance and later death once they finally found his body. It was the beginning of my acting in front of humans to be a human career. The sun never bothered me till after that night but the worse it would do after was an extreme sunburn as long as it wasn't noon and anything about 90 degrees. But I didn't burst into flames or turn to dust just burned badly. I also showed less interest in leaving the house after that too scared of my own shadow but also what humans would do to me. I made due when my thirst got overwhelming on mice and rats but when I could no longer find any. Well After enough time had safely passed I moved to Milan, Italy I learned the language. I learned the culture to be as if from there again being a natural actress paid off. As did the tutoring that I had very little memory of being a child of but somehow if I came across another person speaking another language I was just able to pick it up fluently enough even to have full conversations with them.
In many different languages, I'm now fluent in all majors of today English, Spanish, French, Italian, I can even speak Russian, Portuguese Japanese Chinese anything almost really except pig Latin. Honestly all pig Latin is, is adding random adjective sound to the end of any and every word you speak. Basically babbling cause if you didn't learn it around that set of people it won't translate well enough for you to talk to each other in pig-Latin. Quite hilarious really. This does make it easier to go country to country and seem like a native. Usually, I change my name to a variation with my first from Emily to Amelia to Amy or similarities.
I tend to not stay more than fifteen years in any one place for more than that length of time. Before moving to the next, and the next repeating this move all my life.
Thankfully due to technology, I can stay for twenty-five now before needing to move which is nice. With people getting plastic surgery and well just aging gracefully helps me get away with living someplace for so much longer. The Hollywood movies I've seen don't have much more truth than the living on blood to survive. In the depiction of vampires and maybe a few of the powers but they are not just something we instantly have. But all this makes starting someplace claiming myself as much younger and being able to stay a lot longer while still looking way too young for the age I am claiming. Plus this day and age with people and their plastic surgery I can be a lot older as well before the whole age question with my looks gets too suspicious or causes alarm. Centuries ago this was not possible after a mere three to five years I was constantly on the move traveling from city to city and later just slowly making my way across every contentment.
Doing my best to make it between my new two worlds I searched for people like me well vampires werewolves. I followed rumors and newspapers too trying to find others like myself through the ages. Giving up only to find I was too lonely or hearing a rumor that if it had been true it wasn't there or wasn't true enough by the time I reached near the area. I found jobs as a cleaner of the crime scenes and recently as a night cleaner for hospitals and blood banks that are once woman's sufferage passed. Before that id just is a night nurse looking after people that were usually insane in an asylum or just too sickly weak to care for themselves after working for hospitals of asylums that were part of a charity. My conscious got to be less that way because I knew no one care for them truly two they didn't entirely understand what I was doing and there, some were very willing and or withing to dies due to their health and had no chance of survival anyways. Ther disease their tombs which they had to physically live in that is unless I set them free.
the cleaning at hospitals and blood banks more recently in the age of technology has made it easier to not kill and still feed me saving my conscience. So as killing people became less of a necessity to survive socializing with them became easier. I worked for companies with skeleton crews however making it easier to get away with snagging bags to both eat the whole working and take home so no one would catch the theft and it wasn't like they kept track of all the blood that was ready for donation till the trucks came and trucks came once a week so those nights I would avoid the back rooms. I like most of the jobs I got as I often worked with skeleton crews so I did my job much on my own with small exceptions of certain aspects of jobs. But for the most part, I lived a solitary life. Don't get me wrong I wanted friends people I could talk to.
I'm currently living in Colorado the city of Denver I did my days sleeping away in my house I always paid cash for everything making life easy as well. I had over the years also found connections mostly in the underground world. Most humans use it to disappear for fake ids or drugs, I use these connections for fake ids social security cards, and birth certificates that passed for the real thing no matter how close they were looked at. I also knew how easy to use the underground to find new ones when the time came and was easily able to convince them without raising suspicion or having them asking any or too many questions to do what I asked. I always paid them a fair price too never more or less than how well the job was worth and done. It took only a mere suggestion to get people to do what I wanted how I wanted them to. Just by saying it, people would do if I had every intention of my will for what I said to be done. Since I spend much time in the underground world of the humans I see a lot of bad things happen I've been stabbed shot poisoned drugged but none of it phases me much. I tend to scare off a lot of the ones just looking for a girl to hurt the sadistic types. but there the criminals that if I need to eat fresh that's was what id prefer too.
It took only a mere suggestion to get people to do what I wanted how I wanted them to. Just by saying it, people would do if I had every intention of my will for what I said to be done. Id eats the scum removing them from the earth so they couldn't harm people. The first time it happened I was in shock I was just getting some drunken asshole off me at a bar telling him to go jump off a bridge. After a moment of that, he stood and walked out of the bar which wasn't far from a bridge the man did indeed jump. When he was at the edge people tried to stop him nothing would work and though they did everything they could he jumped off a mere suggestion. It was said he was never a person to contemplate suicide he never would have been someone they would have thought to jump or kill himself and do the actual deed as well.
He was well known to the bar as a popular friendly person I knew nothing of him and was shocked by what had happened. I experimented a few times after that incident never intending to kill and never with hunger on my mind but once and the person gave themselves to be fed on. It was strange but I felt powerful but also so very responsible. So I used this power of persuasion on my co-workers most nights to make it easier to get my meals without noticing me I usually while my two co-workers went to lunch I grabbed mine. I would steal the bags I was taking home sneaking them to my car stealthily and go back and drain two before cleaning and returning to my work. All before my co-workers returned from their lunch breaks. Eventually, I had developed my life into a quiet routine. Sadly I've lived an extremely lonely existence. I couldn't allow humans very close or for very long so it was a constant struggle very depressing really and when I left a place I never stayed in contact with those from the previous due to the need to not raise suspicion on the whole, 'I'm a vampire thing'. Though as it has now been romanticized it still didn't make things any easier. There is nothing romantic about my life and at least there wasn't until the Fates decided to finally intervene.
I lived alone and quiet and always looking over my shoulders waiting to be found out waiting to find others like myself waiting to be killed. I always ate my lunch separate from my co-workers so this never raised suspicion on them they always think I'm extremely serious about my job and that I'm hard working with a hard work ethic.
Tonight was no different for them. Other than my co-worker mike who I've come to see has the hot's for me and will not get over my disinterest even though I've turned him down a million times now. I believe he must take it as a challenge for his poor male ego must be too low for him to accept it as me just not being attracted to him. So I used it on Mike to convince him to leave to lunch with Celia who was close to the first human in centuries that I liked as a friend. I wish I knew how to turn cause if I did and she wanted me to I would turn here she was a big vampire fan too. I'm talking the Anne Rice type fan not the twilight kids stuff. After they left for lunch I returned to cleaning the area for a minute knowing that I had to be 15 minutes just to make sure they weren't coming back because they forgot something here. As I was waiting I heard something shuffling and slurping coming from the back storage room area.
Finding this very odd as usually, the place was dead quiet unless the ac or the heat was running. I stopped my work and silently and stealthily followed the sounds to the back blood storage room. What I saw there shocked me to my very core... A man, his back to me and empty blood bags all around him on the floor. He was tall and as I made to slowly back out of the room I must have made a sound for he turned to look and stopped staring at me blood bag still in his mouth finishing draining it he popped it from his mouth and teeth. Dropping the bag out of his mouth he then with a voice that was almost angelic to my ears deep and rustic and laced with honey said: "you're safe don't scream". I stared at him looking him over he was 5'6 with dark brown hair and he had black pool eyes that you could get lost in as they swirled with reflections of gold and green dancing around. He was lean but muscular and pale but paleness for a vampire to be expected he had mocha-like tanned skin. I felt an instant speak of electricity crackle through the air, my sex felt like it was on fire and my cheeks felt a deep blush radiate through and inflame my body. The blush deepened as his eyes fanned up and over my body everywhere his eyes traveled I felt warmer.
He was like me a vampire I finally found another. A vampire likes me. The questions in my head swirled I felt giddy yet sacred and as I continued to stare at him as if mute as if frozen but something about the earth had tilted I felt gravity pulling me in as all I could do was stare and it must have been the same for him for he didn't say a word for a long while either.