Adolecant Crime-7

Now now. A stupid vampire can mean trouble. I, well I have extensive background in that area. I was raised by a clan, yes, but I also have some background of human contact. Being isolated from such thing can cause confusion in a new vampire. They tend to be heartless killing machines. I live on that line. I don't really see a human walking. I see a person, with a life they either like, or hate. I used to be one. 1

Yes, Yes, pumping blood through my veins, grasping for air when holding it tight. A living, breathing, miserable...human. I didn't like my life. Not really my life style, but more of the mediocre tasks involved in living. A woman, in my age...mind me I was 10 when I ran away, was expected to stay home and take care of it all. Clean a couch, how dull. I don't want to sit in dust, but I'm sure not going to have a full fledge conversation on whether I should lay the cushion flat in the sun, or if it dries best by hanging it in the sun. 2

So, when introdused to a life of lowsy tasks, grand age of seven, I thought to myself. Why? Why does anybody want to do all of this crap to live? Why must we make things so difficult? So boring? I thought these things only to get hit in the mouth for speaking them. "A lady must know thier place", slurred words of my unlce on the night of his death. We won't talk about HOW he died. 3

But I can tell you my motive. Yes, my motive. I killed him. Because he told me that I was to know my place, like a dog. I found it only fair for him to meet his doom with a dog collar on. Nobody knew I had done the deed. He was planned to die soon. Fever cuaght hold of him, that's why he spent his last days with the bottle. He was a half whit anyway, didn't notice me putting a dog collar on him as he slept. I moved a nearby table to stage the accedent. With a little push and his habits of rolling, from his slumber he fell to meet the table's corner. Busting in some skull, todays age he would have lived, but then....they saw it as a drunken man meeting a terrible fate. I laughed in the background. Heartless. 4

I soon ran away. Three years prier. Ten. Just now getting fitted for dresses that never moved. Starting in a school full of people who wouldn't leave me be. But we'll talk about that part later. It's much more intersting to hear it when i was 17 and a vampire. Right now I'm 10 and running away. To New York, go figure. I acctualy already lived in New York, but not in New York, New York. So I ran there. 5

I was snattched, about to be food for a vampire out on a stroll. Two bodies lay died on his bloody midnight walk. He seized me by the shoulders. Picking me up effortlessly. I knew it. Knew this is what I was looking for. Something diffrent, something frightening. What did this ten year old do to this vampire holding her in mid-air? She hugged him. Neck on neck, and open invite, But the vampire thought me twisted and took me with him. I explained my thoughts tward the time. He found me amusing and his clan kept me. Raised me. I even went back to school after a bit. Around 13. His name was Henry. He hugged me each human moring before I left for the daylight. Till he met his death. 6