A Savage's Light
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,010
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
My Story
See the Introduction for Disclaimer and Warnings.
A Savage\'s Light
Written by Ficcy
Chapter One: My Story
I have never believed in vampires. If there\'s one thing about myself hat I can always be sure of, that is it. That is, until I found out a secret about myself. But first, let me tell you a bit about me before I continue. My name is Victoria.
I was raised in a rich family. My parents were hardcore Christians, and made me read the Bible for an hour each night, hours I could have used pondering why everyone hated me so much. It was a strange thing, really. In school, everyone knew my name: Victoria, the girl who was a geek and had never kissed a boy. Victoria, the girl who was nobody\'s friend. Victoria, the loser.
As a young child, I thought they just hated how I looked. But then I figured out that I\'m rather pretty, with stomach-length brown hair so dark it\'s almost black. And I love my eyes - they\'re a unique color, yellow. Talk about not much melanin. And I have a pretty decent height and weight - five feet and eight inches, one hundred twenty-five pounds. My breasts aren\'t huge, but they\'re far enough into the C cup classification.
So why did everyone hate me? I suppose it\'s because I had never kissed anyone, or had sex, or cut class, or done anything wrong in school. I also get A\'s and B\'s, and for some reason, in the high school environment I grew up in, getting good grades made you a nerd, or a geek, or a loser. And so I was avoided because I actually studied.
My parents always felt uncomfortable around me. At the age of sixteen, I finally admitted to them that I am an athiest. They were shocked, and told me that they would rather have had me tell them that I was a lesbian or that I had cancer. That\'s how angry they were. And so they, too, shunned me.
Shortly after I turned eighteen - a year ago - my parents died when the house burned down. As much as I felt alienated and hated by them, I missed them dearly. I was old enough to get married, but I didn\'t have a boyfriend, of course, because all the boys had been convinced by the preppy girls that I was a freak of nature, despite my looks. And since I went to kindergarten at the age of six instead of five, I was nearly a year older than most of the other people at school, and no guy I knew of wanted to date a girl older than him.
Had I wanted to go to college, I would have found home in the dorms. But my parents hated me so much by the time that they wrote up their wills - stupid idiots to do it so young, but it was lucky that they did it shortly before they died - that they had to work hard to convince themselves to pass down their incredibly high amount of money to me. However, I did not use it for college - surely I would need a guardian\'s signature somewhere, and I had no guardian.
Using their money and the somewhat small amount that I got from working part-time at Wendy\'s, I bought myself a house with a small in-ground pool. The place had a deck and a sunroom made of glass, but it was pretty worn-down for a house its size. I never managed to do much work on it.
So, I was skinny-dipping in the pool one day, nineteen years old by that time, when I heard footsteps coming from the woods behind my home. I jumped up faster than I reckon a kangaroo could, and wrapped my largest towel around myself.
The tall bushes were parted, and out stepped a person who looked quite odd. He was panting, apparently having walked a long way, and I caught sight of...
...fangs?!
To be continued
A Savage\'s Light
Written by Ficcy
Chapter One: My Story
I have never believed in vampires. If there\'s one thing about myself hat I can always be sure of, that is it. That is, until I found out a secret about myself. But first, let me tell you a bit about me before I continue. My name is Victoria.
I was raised in a rich family. My parents were hardcore Christians, and made me read the Bible for an hour each night, hours I could have used pondering why everyone hated me so much. It was a strange thing, really. In school, everyone knew my name: Victoria, the girl who was a geek and had never kissed a boy. Victoria, the girl who was nobody\'s friend. Victoria, the loser.
As a young child, I thought they just hated how I looked. But then I figured out that I\'m rather pretty, with stomach-length brown hair so dark it\'s almost black. And I love my eyes - they\'re a unique color, yellow. Talk about not much melanin. And I have a pretty decent height and weight - five feet and eight inches, one hundred twenty-five pounds. My breasts aren\'t huge, but they\'re far enough into the C cup classification.
So why did everyone hate me? I suppose it\'s because I had never kissed anyone, or had sex, or cut class, or done anything wrong in school. I also get A\'s and B\'s, and for some reason, in the high school environment I grew up in, getting good grades made you a nerd, or a geek, or a loser. And so I was avoided because I actually studied.
My parents always felt uncomfortable around me. At the age of sixteen, I finally admitted to them that I am an athiest. They were shocked, and told me that they would rather have had me tell them that I was a lesbian or that I had cancer. That\'s how angry they were. And so they, too, shunned me.
Shortly after I turned eighteen - a year ago - my parents died when the house burned down. As much as I felt alienated and hated by them, I missed them dearly. I was old enough to get married, but I didn\'t have a boyfriend, of course, because all the boys had been convinced by the preppy girls that I was a freak of nature, despite my looks. And since I went to kindergarten at the age of six instead of five, I was nearly a year older than most of the other people at school, and no guy I knew of wanted to date a girl older than him.
Had I wanted to go to college, I would have found home in the dorms. But my parents hated me so much by the time that they wrote up their wills - stupid idiots to do it so young, but it was lucky that they did it shortly before they died - that they had to work hard to convince themselves to pass down their incredibly high amount of money to me. However, I did not use it for college - surely I would need a guardian\'s signature somewhere, and I had no guardian.
Using their money and the somewhat small amount that I got from working part-time at Wendy\'s, I bought myself a house with a small in-ground pool. The place had a deck and a sunroom made of glass, but it was pretty worn-down for a house its size. I never managed to do much work on it.
So, I was skinny-dipping in the pool one day, nineteen years old by that time, when I heard footsteps coming from the woods behind my home. I jumped up faster than I reckon a kangaroo could, and wrapped my largest towel around myself.
The tall bushes were parted, and out stepped a person who looked quite odd. He was panting, apparently having walked a long way, and I caught sight of...
...fangs?!
To be continued