I wasn’t always this way.. were any of us? It seems the older I grow the more this story is told. Yet the words are always new to me. I was just like you, a happy child, a well disciplined child except for the fact of being a little undead.. I fit right in. Not that it mattered.
I have no parents, no guardians no nothing. I was my own woman since I can remember. Whatever happened before that was gone from me. Sure I had friend now mind you but the past of my youth is rather blame. Till I hit the age of nine.. my first kill.
He was my teacher.. Mr. Smith was what he told us to call him. He was a strange man indeed he was. He wasn’t like me or anyone I knew. He always loomed in the shadows when ever he was near but I can still remember that sickly scent of nicotine mixed with a slight pinch of hubbub gun. That one scent let alone still holds my captive in my nightly dreams, calling to me.
One night after our nightly dinners.. which pretty much went easy. The slaughter of humans always was. Mr Smith.. cornered me in the darkness of the alleyway. His hard chest pressing into my tiny frame as I dangled from the spot on the wall he had slam me into. I cold feel his cool breath lingering near my lips as he drew closer and closer. My heart beating as the scent grew closer and closer. His thoughts clear as he pressed harder and harder. That night was spose to be my last.. however it was only my beginning.
I managed to yank my hands up from my side as she chapped lips stole mine, forcing my head back into the wall as he tried to wedge his tongue in. A raged erupted with in my blacken heart as I felt his slimy tongue against my lips so I forced my thumbs deep into his sockets. Pressing the eyeballs as far in as the could go before busting under the pressure released by my thumb. His blood leaking softly down my arm as his lips parted into a scream so cruel as he tried to save himself.
Within a few seconds, his body along with mine slammed to the ground. His scull giving off a sickly shattered sound as I, myself landed with a thud. As I sat there placing air into my lungs it never occurred to me what he look like. My mind could only linger on the joyful bliss of the murder. It felt good to kill something more.. Something not human, I had to have more.
That night is when I first meet a mere moment of my other. Vinichi.. She was standing in the haze of the kill looking down at me.. Her then blonde hair alight in the darkness of the alley. Her mere presence had frozen me for the number of seconds she stood there. Maybe even more after she vanished..
The older I grew with age the more I would see flashes of her. She always seem to linger in my sight then vanish within the corner of my eyes. It got so bad that I soon forced myself to believe that she wasn’t there. Even though I knew she was. I could her always changing hair color that always matched mine, those colorless orbs that drew me closer and closer. But she wasn’t there I wouldn’t let myself have a second though of her.
It wasn’t until my body reached the state of a seventeen year old that I found herself in me. The woman I had faired since my first kill. The woman who had saved me from the man in darkness, who had consumed my child. She was there, she was me.. Vinichi.. She was the the torch that held the last flicker of hope in my shattered heart.
Its funny it wasn’t until my Childs death and the love of my life gone she came. But now she resides with me.. my lover, my freedom, the one who truly holds what is left of me. Over the years of my life I never realized that she had been there. Through each murder of my victims, the deaths of my friend, and the losing of my been. She had been there. Though Vinich herself was not sane she held the mental fiber that I lack. Together we grew to one