Human Again... Part A

I've decided to post my vampire short story. Why? Well.... I'm not going to try and publish it. I wrote it to see if I could write one. It was SUPER easy. It was a fun ride. However, since no one ever comments on my posts and I only have 4 followers I will use the number of page views I get for it as to whether or not I should continue with the story. I will be posting it in a 'series' type of way. So here is Part 'A' (why part 'a' and not part '1'. part '1' is a bit overdone. Don't you think so?)


Human Again Part 1

How can I even begin to explain these things? I’ve prayed so many times and asked God how to make my story believable, but there is no way that any sane modern human has the faith to accept all that I am about to tell. However, tell it I must.

The beginning is too painful… I have no desire to explain that yet. So I must start at my new beginning, my second chance at humanity. I’ll never forget that day.

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People brushed up against me in the street, sending pinpricks up and down my spine; their scents fill my nostrils. I’m thirsty, but I can’t drink. I won’t. They tell me I’ll die. Who cares? I’m already dead. I’m more focused on blending in and disappearing while praying for finality to this death that has already been started in me. I wish it would end soon, but two hundred years later there are no signs of the end.

“Excuse me.”

Her voice was a choir of bells in my ears.

“Excuse me!”

I kept walking. I could smell her, hear the pulse in her neck; she was irritated, though her voice didn’t show it.

“Please, I need help. I’m lost!”

“Ask someone else.” I called over my shoulder. It was raining and I knew from her scent she didn’t have an umbrella. Humans smell better when they’re wet.

“Who? You’re the only other person here!”

I finally looked up. We were the only people on this street. The shadows indicated it was very dark. I didn’t need the light. My eyes were 100 times better than any human’s. She was squinting. “Please just tell me the general direction to go to get to Main Street and I’ll be out of your hair.”

I smelled them; she wouldn’t have even known that they were there. I sprang towards her and cupped my hand over her mouth, pulling her against the wall. Her breathing grew rapid and she struggled against my hold. “Be still!” I hushed.