The Last Vampire
Mother Olive’s best advice to me was to run away whenever I see blood. It was to hide my appearance during those times for I do not want to scare and let people run away from me. Since I was a child, it’s what I do, runaway and lock my self in any room where I can hide myself and try to stop my thirst. I’ve already cried so many times as I think of my situation. I wanted to live normal, I wanted to have many friends just like other girls but I can’t. People gets tired on me having so many excuses so I didn’t have long relationship towards other people except for Olive who adopted me. She was the only one who knows what’s best for me. She was also the only one who knew all about me…
I am named Samantha by her. She made me used her family name Roberts therefore; everyone around me knows me as Samantha Roberts and had no idea that I was just adopted. Mom told me everything about the real me. Samantha Sacre, it is my real name for my real father is named Jovin Sacre who’s known as the strongest vampire during his time. And my real mother is named Alyne Sacre who lived longer than my father. Both and the other vampires except for me died from a curse created by 6 powerful witches after having a long oration. Mom said, I am the only survivor of our kind for I was still a baby when that happened and that causes me to be the last vampire. But I didn’t pay much attention about that. I’m even more comfortable of not knowing that history of mine. The truth is, there is some part of me which is convincing me to know more or ask more about my real parents but whenever that thought comes, I will not hesitate on rejecting it. I hate my self and it’s going more and more as I can think of them. I hate them and the only reason that is on my mind is that, I am alone, and I am so different from this world where I was living. I do not have friends and people don’t recognize me because I am a quiet person and does have many excuses who could impossibly gain friends. Those excuses are about me being a vampire who can hurt innocent people anytime I feel thirst. If mother Olive didn’t exist, maybe I already harmed many people but it was all thanks to her because she helped me on getting rid of it. She gave me a necklace for my daylight protection. I wanted her to also wear something to protect her self from me but she insisted not to for she trusts me with her heart. She was a doctor so she can easily get some stocked pack of blood in the hospital where she was working. Looking at it disgusts me but smelling it makes me want it so bad. It makes me cry whenever I sip bloods until that I got used to it. All I can only think is that, why me? I wish I could get rid of this monster inside me and live normally.