The Vampire.

Vampires are fake, right? Wrong. A vampire constantly follows me; but once I see the light, the darkness gets a bit more swallowed. But the dark always exists there; and with dark, comes trouble. I'm still scared to death, of course. I'm not going to fall in love with a vampire..or I'll try not to. I love him. I know I do. I think I do. I guess I do. He still scares me. And with love, comes struggle. Leading up to love? That's even worse. Vampire or not, I love him. "I'm trouble." "I know."


1. Prolouge.

He followed me everywhere. He watched me with his captivating green eyes, staring at me, as if he were to pounce on me at any moment. And, He would if he had the opportunity. It all started when I turned 16.
I was overjoyed to be such an age, but it ended up throwing me into a horrible fate. That was the year I got the ‘surprise’ meaning, we’re moving. We moved to a small town in England, Holmes Chapel.
But that, was when he came into the picture. He began following me, everywhere. I knew he watched me, It was as if he were obsessed with me. He left, for that year. But came back. Now, at 18, he still follows me.
I live alone, I couldn’t convince my mother a vampire was following me. If I told her, she would just throw her head back in laughter, and say, “Oh dear, someone needs more sleep!” and continue laughing.
But more sleep never helped.
I would leave my house every morning, same time, and see those green eyes. The green eyes would change from time to time, a glint of red in them. He was out to get me, and I knew it too.
But he didn’t want me for his meal.
He wanted to change me into a vampire, and have me be his.
But I wouldn’t have any of that.
He wasn’t always alone.
On numerous occasions, he had 4 other boys tagging along with him. He waited for me. Every day. One day, he worked up enough courage to chase me down the sidewalk. But I just escaped from his grasp.
What was even stranger, was that when I ran, everyone would look at me as if I had gone nuts.
Could they not see him?
Was it only me?
I know what you’re wondering, if I don’t go near him, how do I know he’s a vampire?
Whenever he sees me, his sickly looking white fangs seep out of his gums, and his green eyes grow a darker shade of green. Though, he drew me in.
He was beautiful.
The first time I had actually been able to study his features was on my 17th birthday.
He had brown, curly hair. He had bright, green eyes, and they were stunning. He was just, so beautiful overall.
He was quite tall, at least 5’10.
His towering height only made me even more scared. I wanted to scream in terror every time I saw him, but I also just wanted to..kiss him.
There was always such a..connection we had.
It was, really strange I must say.
To have a vampire in love with me..
And to possibly be in love with a vampire..


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