My Past (cont.)

First of all, my last post was barely a fraction of what really happened. My foster family is just really strict on privileges, so I had to shorten it.

Anyway, after he dumped me outside--in a dark alley, actually--I stayed there and bled. I thought I was going to die; I knew I was supposed to die. I felt the life leaving me as minutes, hours, and days went by.

Weirdly enough, I didn't die. I remember getting up and walking around. I remember going to my fathers' house to tell him what Julian did to me. But when he saw me he immediately fetched his sword and waved it at me. Heart-broken and afraid, I quickly fled. I felt so betrayed at the time, that I cried for long hours.

I was thirsty, mostly. I didn't know what I was so I didn't know about my new diet. I begged for food night and day (by the way, sunlight doesn't bother us!) and got scraps on lucky days. Water was easy to get from the well, but it never satisfied. I was at a point where my throat was so dry that my normally liquid voice sounded like a jagged rock against pavement.

I went looking for Julian, but he was not at his home. Everyday, I knocked on his door and tried to break it down, but he was never inside.

I grew weary of begging and getting nothing. I was just so thirsty! Finally, at this one house, I asked an old man if I could have some left over scraps from dinner. He looked at my decrepit form, then invited me inside.

I was expecting him to give me perhaps a plate of food, but, instead he gave me a crystal goblet of red liquid. I sniffed it, out of habit; it was a little metallic, but, for some reason, smelt good. I downed the goblet and begged for more. I downed another and another. I went through over 10 goblets of the liquid, which I thought to be wine.

But it wasn't wine, the man told me, it was blood.

I choked and gagged, spitting repeatedly. I was angry at him for tricking me. I yelled at him and pounced, but without meaning to. He shoved me away and I hit the wall. He towered over me and, I remember his exact words, said, "You are not what you think you are; you're a vampire."

I remember yelling at him some more for saying such foolish things. He calmly let me yell and, when my voice was hoarse, he calmly told me that it was the truth.

"Did you enjoy the blood?" he had asked, "No normal human could drink that much blood and enjoy it. A normal human would identify it at once and throw it away. Blood is the finest, richest wine to a vampire."

I listened to what he had to say, but only because he offered me a night to sleep here. I listened with boredom at first, then I paid more attention.

"You crave blood and water and food do not satify you," he said, "You can go for long periods of time without sleeping. You have highened strength-" I remembered breaking down Julian's heavy doors, "and, with the right nutrition, you might also gain speed. A vampire will never age, ever."

My foster mom is telling me to get off. Maybe I'll leave her and go to some other country....no, I'll stay. It's fun to toy with her.