posted on Jan, 12 2010 @ 01:55 AM
I believe in vampires to a level most of you might not be able to understand. My freshman year in highschool, I became friends with a girl at a local
hangout for teens. It's like a club. She caught my eye simply because she was merely standing in the corner, alone, with redish brown eyes staring at
nothing in particular. I thought the eyes were just contacts at first. I'm very good at meeting new people, expecially the ones who are considered
loners. I single them out actually. Singling her out, though, had a major impact on my life. I walked up to her and put on my bubbly personality. I
asked her name (which I will not state. sorry.) and if she wanted to come meet my friends. She declined politely but I wouldn't leave her alone. I
commented on the music, and soon she did too. I noticed that she was extremely well mannered for a teenager, expecially one her age(or at least what I
thought her age was). We met at the hangout every weekend. She spent the night at my house, we never slept, but I got tired, and dozed off sometimes.
She, however, never did. Nor did I see her take out what i thought to be contacts. She became my bestfriend, and she became extremely protective of
me. When I was walking home from school late one night (where i never saw her, she said she was homeschooled) someone held a gun to my head. I never
knew what he had wanted because my friend came out of nowhere and broke both of his legs and his right hand, the one holding the gun. I began to freak
a little. The stories of why she was there and how she did it didn't make any sense to me. Nothing added up. I begged her to tell me the truth, but
she'd always get this cloudy look in her eyes.
That summer, she was spending the night at my house, and something clicked in my head. "____, this is going to sound crazy, but your a vampire,
aren't you?" Her head snapped up and she stared at me, fear and shock expressed in her eyes. I felt like I was staring into a mirror, because that
must have been the look in my eyes as well, because her face immediately softend. She nodded once, gave me the first hug of our friendship, allowing
me to feel how cold she was. She explained to me that she had to leave the next day, that it was too risky for her to stay. Not that she didn't trust
me, but that her parents would be frightened again (I supposed someone figured it out before) and demand they leave immediatly. Curiosity got the best
of me and I begged to go with her. I didn't want to lose her. She smiled, the soft, knowing kind, and refused that I'd ever take part in a life such
as hers. But that she'd see me again someday...
It's been four years since then...and a few months ago I woke up in my appartment, got ready for work like normal, and as I walked to my refrigerator
to get a soda, I found a letter with my name on it, opened it, and read.
I miss you dearly. Not a day, or night, goes by to where I do not think of you. When I arrived here last night, I found you sleeping so peacefully
that I just could not wake you. I will return, however, to see you again soon.
I haven't seen or heard from her since that letter, so short and simple.
This is my account. Believe me, or not.