A Vampire, the living dead, the hunter.
That was me and always would be. Never again could I feel the sun on my face, see the light blue of the morning sky, never again be
around civilisation well, at least not without me being a major hazard.
It had been just over three hundred years since I was turned. I'd learned to accept what I was, although I didn't like it. All these humans read books on vampires, watch the shows and yet, still know nothing about us. They are brainwashed to believe that there are lots of us who do want to be good, be human again. They couldn't be more wrong. I've only ever met one... me.
I get on with other vampires, just not as well as I would if we were human. We'll do what we have to. It's one of the rules.
Yes, there are rules to being a vampire and plenty at that.
I looked up to regain my original train of thought.
"Hey, Lily!" I yelled.
My best friend... well, we weren't really best friends, or friends at that but we got along best with each other compared to the others but we weren't friends and probably never would be, we'd only known each other for three months....