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~The Tale of the human heart~
Born as a human in 1989; died as a vampire in a unknown date
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F[/size][/color]rom which you are about to read, I bid you my forever lasting belongings that has lasted with me over the countless years of my
cursed pilgrimage. I only hope that with these letters, with these pages that whoever stumbles upon this takes time to read and forever know that the life of a young boy ended and a new dark beginning began.
I was born in the United States of America, a very loving family may I add. My father was a lawyer, and a very intelligent man. I remember when I was only the age of 6 that I would go into his library of our house and I would see countless books, of all sorts.
My mother was a kind woman that had an act for gambling, she spent a lot of my father’s money and to say the least that she had an addiction. Of course, my father loving her would only give her more money in hopes that this time she would be wiser with the money. This lead to future crisis in the house holds; considering that my father lost his job soon after my mother’s gambling addiction.
Soon after the financial crisis hit the family, times got rough and most of my life I had to spend in the lower class of the human society. I didn’t mind that of course, and I made friends and even played football for a while for my school. It is true that money doesn’t bring happiness, I experienced that first hand. Unfourently money does bring the food on the table.
My mother began to get ill, having strict attentions and very crude behavior towards me and my father both. She complained about a lot of things, most of which revolved in some way about money or how my father wasn’t as rich as he was before his loss of a job. The boy that came to school with a smile on his face was completely different once he came home; he felt as if he was in a prison, staring at the ceiling, letting the eyes focus and day dream, allowing your eyes to develop things and creatures that laid to rest inside your head.
My mother soon left my father one morning; she packed up and left without a single word or a note. All that was left from her was a single T-Shirt that she wore from the night before. After that times got even harder for me and my father. Jobs seemed hard and considering that my father wasn’t getting hired…well, it left us with is hands behind our back.
It was a year before my graduation. My father was so proud of me that I actually was so intelligent to pass highschool at such a young age. I personally thought that my intelligent exceeded my handsomeness. I even was proud of myself, very proud.
I still remember my fathers gift,
old Reliable; my father said that no matter where you shoot, it will always hit no matter what. With one bullet and the gun to my name, I kept it close to my heart, cherishing it almost as if it was a child. My father put on his warm grin when he saw my face light up with pure joy; it was something that I would have never expected to get.
Then came the time of the prom; despite my age the dance was open too me with my youthful age of 16. I still remember the smell of the bran new tuxedo. When I think about the mortal days, and most of all my prom I start to feel alive once more. My fingers still tingle with excitement, almost as if a young child on Christmas. Perhaps I have yet to lose all my humanity? Maybe somewhere in this corpse I am still the same person as I was oh so many years ago.
When a vampire is first turned, it is said to be indescribable; it is compared to being born from your human mother. You don’t know how the world looks different, nor do you know why. Over the years, you start to forget about the humanity that you once had, the treasure that you once kept. You forget about the silly things in high school. You don’t remember what your first Christmas was like, you don’t remember what video game tournaments you won. Everything becomes a giant merge of memories that clump together in a ball of steel; only being touched by your wondering mind every so often. But, this night, I remember ever so clearly…it was when I met
herI was so nervous that I could actually count the thumps in my chest; of course, counting them didn’t make it seem any better as I drove to the high school. It is unclear to me why I was so scared on that night or why I was so nervous; it was a dance between humans; I look back on it and I wonder how strange it was. I took a turn, seeing the streetlights and headway in the distance I saw the school. My heart took a leap as soon as my foot hit the pavement
My human friends, Jake and Kyle where already waiting for me; both of them quickly ran to me as they did there crude behavior, acting like the horn dogs as they were. I agreed with them, at the time being cocky and proceeded on with my night. But my night wasn’t going to be as great as there’s…I didn’t have a date. The girl that I wanted I couldn’t find enough courage to ask. She ended up going with someone else as I acted like I didn’t care.
As I walked through the high school that night I hung out really by myself. Back then I really didn’t see how I didn’t have a date when I was just
so handsome; it was almost like a sin for someone as amazing as I to go to the prom by myself. So I did the only thing I could do, I sat down and watched everyone else. Every movement that made, every spin, everything I took to heart and wished that I had that, of course I didn’t admit it! Why should I? I was too proud to show that I wanted something that I didn’t have at that moment.
As I sat upon the cold hard seat, I thought I had went into a daze because a angel spoke to me. When I looked up it was a young women, 17 at the time. She had crystal blue eyes and golden locks flowing down to her shoulders. Her dress as white as snow. Not knowing who she was because I never seen her before, I nodded my head in response, she wanted to sit down, right beside me.
To this day I remembered what we spoke about, it was more like what we didn’t speak about! I learned that she just recently moved here, her mother and father got a divorce and had too. As soon as I saw her and looked at her, I was open like a book. It was strange how she instantly made me fall head over heals for her. Never have I seen such a seductress, yet innocent like a dove.
With her touch as innocent as first fallen snow, and her rosy meadow lips, I fell in love with her. We walked around the school yard, speaking about our lives. We stood out until the full moon was about to set, and dawn was approaching. We shared are first dance under the moonlight that morning, and kissed at the brink of sunset.