What would it be like to live forever in a place where you know you don’t belong? To be cursed with watching the world decay and tear itself apart, not being able to love for knowing eventually they will die whilst you live on, unchanging? Pretty soon you wish you’re eyes were unseeing, so you couldn’t see the world falling apart around you, or that you could end it all, to escape to the oblivion called death. I have wished that many times, over the countless centuries that I have lived to be normal for once, for the opportunity to be loved for the person I was. But it will never happen, for I have made my choice and I have regretted it ever since. My name is Charlotte and this is my story.1
I was born in remote village in the English country side to a loving mother and father. We weren’t rich you see, but we were as happy as could be expected for a family in the early 12th century. We lived on small farm belonging to a lord who owned the land. In my earliest memories, I was helping my parents and running barefoot through field, playing with other children whose faces are blurred to me now. I cannot remember their names either… then the attack came. I still see that day more clearly than I can see my hands in front of my face. 2
I was seventeen at the time and was excited about my betrothal to a local boy, Michael, I think his name was. My mother and I were on the way back from the village, which was a good ten minute walk away, when it happened. A horrible scream pierced the air coming from the direction of our farm. And the horrible thing was it sounded like my father. Needless to say we dropped everything and ran as fast as we could towards the sound. To you that might sound stupid, but at the time neither of us thought about the danger. We just ran. When we got there, we came upon the most horrible sight.3
My father lay on the floor, twitching as blood seeps around from a jagged bite mark on his throat and over him stood a man, no older than 20, with blood- my fathers blood- covering his face and neck. The image will be forever burned in my mind.4
My mother gasped and the man turned his head sharply towards us and launched himself at my mother before she could move. All I could do was whimper as my mothers blood was drained from her body, for my feet felt like two big boulders that I was unable to lift. When my mother finally stopped moving feebly he dropped her to the ground and turned to me.5
“You’re next girl” he said in a voice I will never forget. It was raspy like leaves when they burn and the hunger was so evident in his voice. But something in his eyes compelled me to stay still, but I couldn’t say what. Suddenly he was upon me and that’s when I finally found my voice.6
“Please, don’t kill me” I begged. Even to this day it amazes me that when you and your family are in grave danger, you find you only have the voice to beg for your own life and no one else’s. For that’s what I did that day. Begged. Not when my mother was having her blood drained for her veins but that when seemed to be my fate. Something made him pause, but he bit me never the less, but not as fiercely as he did my mother. It was almost as if he was planning something7
i need insperation!!!
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Oh, wow...this was really great! Have you heard of the drink Vampyre Vodka? that is what i thought when i read this
just because of the spelling...how great! Very good work! Yeah...i loved vampire stories
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I liked this. Maybe you could have the main character rebel and help vampire hunters kill the rest of her kind.
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XD thanks for the idea
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awesome!!!!!!
that is really good..... if you need insperation, maybe you could have her rebelling against what she is, trying to understand what happened to her, and bitterly realizing that she is who she is, and she could have tried to save more people from her fate, by tracking other evil vamps, and killing them.... or something.... just a suggestion.....
beginning: 3, language: 5, plot: 3, ending: 5, dialog: 3, characters: 3.
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thank! i have ideas now!
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OMG BLOOD I NEED BLOOD
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VAMPYRES WOOT LOVE KEEP IT MAKE SURE IT HAS BLOOD
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THERE WILL BE!
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this is really great i love it keep it up
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Interesting. ^^ I like it. And I like how you spelled vampyre, I don't remember having seen it spelled that way before. Normally I see it spelled like vampire. I would like to read some more of this. I feel sorry for Charlotte... Keep writing! =)
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love it. write more!!
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kool
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This was a very good beginning! I do hope you add some more detail about the character herself and perhaps make it a shift story, with multiple points of view. I look forward to the continuation....very well done! Durian.
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Very good! ^____^ It reminds me of In the Forest of the Night. Has that type of feel to it. Keep working on it! I'll read more I promise. Maybe switch to the maker's point of view? Or give some detail to where Charlotte is now? Just some thoughts. Oh and I'm working on Lullaby's next chapter now.
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