Dismal Life

*Story's mine, please no plagerism, just enjoy.*


The burning sun began to rise, taunting me that if I didn’t get back to my nice dismal mansion I would be doomed. I had lived for centuries being a creature of the night and I didn’t want my legacy to be ruined due to my search for fresh blood. I had walked the dark streets with the objective to find ones of pure blood, something so rare nowadays. The whores stood out in the night with their skimpy outfits, but they would not suffice, their blood was tainted and served little purpose for me. Men and women of innocence, virgins, were what I needed. Only they could keep me alive, or undead, in the corrupt world.

It was the year 1835 when I had been transformed into this vile creature forever tormented to walk the night. I was only a young boy of 17 with the dreams of becoming a doctor when one ill-fated night I came across a professor with the disease I have now. He promised me everlasting life to carry out my desires, whichever they may be. At first, the thought of it all sound extraordinary and I promptly accepted his offer. Looking back at all I have done and the infinite amount of lives I have taken to remain in this wretched world, I would of hastily decline if I had a second chance. The change from human to the undead was a harsh one. His sharp pearly teeth digging into my neck and staining his mouth with red as I had done myself to so many victims was just the beginning. That night I had died and was reborn into a demon.

My new enhanced senses could smell blood everywhere. Everyone’s life force screamed at me, beckoning me to taste its everlasting deliciousness. I had returned home that fatal night a new man. The blood from my neck had disappeared and I had a new aura that reeked of death. My mother approached me and notice my new thin body and pale skin that contrasted with my dark brown hair and my glazed over blue eyes. She asked me questions of my well-being but all I did was I tune her out. All I could hear was the blood pounding through her frail body. I craved to taste it. To dig my now sharp teeth into her light skin and taste the power that ran through her. My mouth watered and my teeth became sharper. Her heartbeat deafened me. I could bear it no longer. I gave into this powerful urge that I couldn’t control and I drained the life force out of her. She withered away into nothing, at first her screams loud but began to die away into nothing. Before she was completely gone she whispered my name over and over again. Once she was completely dead I dropped her body and savored the sweet taste that now filled my senses; it was glorious.

The taste began to dim and I looked down upon the woman who had raised me and loved me. Suddenly I realized what I had done. My mother lay dead at my feet and all due to this “gift” that man had given me. I couldn’t stand the horror of the woman I loved no longer being with me. Her screams haunted me, over and over I heard her repeat “Alexander, why?” I had disowned my name and lost the only one that kept me alive and supported me. I ran away from my house that night and wandered the streets in search of the man who cursed me for eternity. It’s been over 200 years now, the times have changed, ethics and morals no longer exist, everyone is corrupt and I still search the streets in search of him. I’ve gone to distant lands, Israel, Brazil, Australia, Russia, France, Spain and so many more, but only to leave myself empty-handed and with a trail of the lives of innocents behind me.

For years I had searched to find another method to cure myself without the help of that man, but alas there was nothing to rid me of this. I had no friends, since everyone I was close to I would kill sooner or later. I never wished to make them one of me because I couldn’t bear imposing this burden of a virus upon them. I would rather them die and live peaceful in the afterlife than be forced to live in hell while being infected. I couldn’t die, and even if people did believe in vampires and searched for me, I wouldn’t go to heaven, I’d be eternally tormented in hell. I had taken far too many lives to deserve a peaceful life in heaven.

I didn’t only kill random people and my friends; I had a reputation for dismissing bad world leaders. Hitler was a favorite of mine; he was one of the few that I didn’t regret murdering. Personally he deserved a lot worse than what I gave him, he destroyed the existence of my people; luckily the Jews prevailed just like they had for centuries. I wouldn’t mind getting the new president of America either. If I turned everyone into a vampire and had them run the country, they would do a better job than George W. Bush was doing.

I had begun to finally accept my vampiristic state and made my life a mission to rid the world of all of unnecessary citizens. A prime example would be the whores I had just passed. They had no purpose of being apart of this life. I walked towards them with only one intention, they will die. They started to flirt like they’re supposed to and as I put my hands to one of their necks I twisted it and heard the sickening crack of bone, something I never got tired of hearing. Being a vampire gave you certain primal instincts that you can’t get rid of, no matter how hard you try. I dropped her cold body to the floor as the others began to scream and run away. I followed after them with ease, my curse had some benefits, and I was blessed with incredible speed. I reached all of them and killed them all, leaving them all dead. I walked further into the night to find blood.

My time was running out though. The sun began to rise higher into the sky. If I didn’t hurry with my meal and then rush home, I would surely be dead by dawn. Suddenly, as if it was planned, I began to smell the slightest tinge of fresh blood. Alas my search had come to an end. No more than 100 feet away from me was a young girl on a morning jog. She was not much thinner and paler than me and her blonde hair blew behind her in the speed of her run. Her pace quickened by her movements and her heartbeat mesmerized me. I was hypnotized by her scent and my body flew to her. My feet lifted from the ground and I went after her. She was my prey, and I, her predator.

I was much faster than her and it wasn’t long before I was right behind her. I swooped in and finally she noticed my presence. She screamed as I pulled her towards me and tried to taste her sweet virgin flesh. She tried to push me off of her but she wasn’t strong enough and soon I had her completely within my grasp. My teeth dug into her soft skin on her neck and tasted the sweetest blood I had ever had. My senses went crazy, I craved more of her, desired her with every fiber of my being. Her pulse began to weaken as she began to die in my arms. A sharp pain entered my chest and as I looked down to inspect I found a large spike within my left chest. I looked to the picket fence next to me and saw a piece of the fence missing. It dawned on me that the girl had broken the fence and stabbed me. I was now the victim. I was dying. The sun finally rose into the sky and I looked upon my murder, happy to finally be rid of this life, before I turned to dust as the sunlight touched my pale skin. Ashes of my body cluttered the sidewalk before the wind took it up and carried it away. The girl lay there, now cursed with my own disease; doomed to walk eternity as I had. She was to be reborn a demon, and as her own blood stopped pouring out, her body began to heal itself. Her eyes turned a dark shade of black and as she began to rise, she was a new person. Blinded by the sunlight she ran back to her home to hide in the depths of her basement. She was now a vampire and may god have mercy on her soul.


**I welcome all critisism and suggestions. If readers like this, I'll continue it and probably get into sexness, but if no one shows interest, I wont either :P. I hope you all enjoyed it at least. It was fun to write in class when I was supposed to be writing something actually substantial <3**-JiLLiNe0