my short story,here ya go traci...
Sinful Love
Tears of blood fall from their faces as if they actually cared for me.Maybe their tears were happy tears...tears of joy that I was finally gone and they didn't have to deal with me anymore.
This is my story....~*~*~*~
I was born in Ireland, the year was 1755.My parents, Mary and John had onlu been married half a year when they had given birth to me. They named me Clara Mae.We had lived on a farm just outside of town.Time had passed by and I had grown so fast.Our lives were going so well,until that night.
March,1763.I was five years old when I became one of their kind.
My family and I had jsut finished supper. We were sitting by the fire, reading a story, when there was a knock at the door. My father answered the door to three strangers.Two dark men,followed by a tall,slim young woman walked in.My mother dtook the young woman to the extra room. There was this loud painful scream. The strange lady came out of the room covered in blood.My moms blood.Papa yelled and then they all went after him. Blood was everywhere.I was so petrified I couldn't even move.They had devoured both of my parents,leavign me alone. I began to cry as they just looked at me.
They had never once killed a child,so they said,but I didnt believe them.They told me they were going to turn me into one of them.It would only hurt for a minute,they lied.Dying and being born again without breath never stopped hurting.They had taken everything human in me and,just with one bite,destroyed it all.I had become the undead,a nightwalker.I had become a vampire.I was still so frightened. My sight had changed,the sun burned with excrusiating pain.Things I loved,I loved no longer.Things that brought me joy no longer did.
I was so much like them but yet,so different.I guess thats why they hated me so much.
It had been 13 years since they had turned me into a dark creature.I had never followed their rules,they were always mad at me.The clan and I were so different.They all wanted the same thing. I didnt.I wanted to be free. I hated being a vampire.They had taken my breath and my life but they didnt steal my soul away.
I had loved parties.I would always hide in the shadows and watch them from afar.There was this handsom young human man.I wasn't sure of his name. I knew I loved him though. I was never to be seen by the humans the others would always say.I didn't listen.I would follow this young man too closely.He would always notice me watching.When he tried to talk to me I would run away. I had commited a vampyric sin.I had fallen in love with a human.
My sin.my love. He was a tall,skinny,not so pale young man.He had the body of a man,but the innocence of a young boy.He had blue eyes and brown hair.Far better looking than skiiny,pale, raggedy red-headed little me. My faded emerald green eyes were no match to his vibrant blue eyes.His name, I had learened, was Jacob. Our meetings were secret,as he knew what I was and I knew what he was.He wasn't afraid of me.
We didn't know what would happen to us if someone were to find out about us,but we knew it would be bad.We didn't understand our love for one another.HOw could a vampire love another being? The sin,the fact that we weren't supposed to be doing what we were doing, only made out love more insatiable.The passion we shared had created an inseperable bond between us.We became more and more careless about our secret meetings.
Jacob's family had seen us together and they sent him away to an assylum in Londom,so far away from me. As for me? My clan had found out. I was beaten and thrown into a dark prison in our underground castle.I had sinned, and they would never let me forget it.
5 years had pasted since I had met my love,Jacob.
I had read in a newspaper that they had performed surgery on his brain,he died soon after.They had let me out of the dark cold prison.In my own mind, I was still in a dark, dreary,cold prison.One I would never leave.My mind and my body felt like it had ages many years. I no longer cared for the finer things, like dancing and parties. I didnt care about anything or anyone. That evening when they awoke from their deep sleep they found my burnt,decomposed body outside. I had killed myself,taken my undead life away. I was finally free.
Tears of blood fell from their dark eyes.Did they actually care for me?...