New Existence, New Life: The Story of a Vampire

It was getting dark.... so very dark as I began to walk home. My art club had gone late at school because of it's delayed start. Usually it began half an hour after my band lesson which was after school and I would just wait around, but this time it was an hour late. This was of course, as it always was, due to the secratary. She "lost" the keys to the art room and was "frantically" searching for them because she didn't want us to lose our "treasured" time. For the record, she thought the whole "Art Club" thing was a huge waste of time and space. So obviously, when she "found" them half an hour later, they could have been "found" in a matter of minutes.

When we did get into the art room, half the class had left, leaving us with an uneven number and since the project we were doing involved partners, I was of course left alone. The point of the partners was so one person would splatter the canvas with their choice of color, then the other person would, and it would go on like that. I managed alone as I often would. We did other things besides that, but that was the main lesson, teamwork in art. It didn't surprise me, being left alone that is, since my black jeans, purple and black spike belt, along with a loose black tank would often draw people away from me. I don't try to make people avoid me, they simply just do. Oh well.

That had seemed to become my matto lately. The fact of that scared me a bit, but not too much. A sharp noise brought me out of my reflection and my head snapped up from the view of my converse.

I didn't see anything in my direct path or anywhere around the deserted street, which must mean that it had come from one of the shadowed alleys around me. The sun was getting lower and looking at my bright green watch I saw that it was almost 7:15pm. It made sence. An hour of torturous band lesson till 4:30, half an hour waiting for Art, another half hour wasted on the pig faced secratary, then Art class was for two hours as usual.

As the sun rapidly fell, I quickened my step. I didn't want to be around when the gang members of Detriot, Michigan began to arouse out of the alley ways. But I had to face the fact that our cramped apartment was still 10 blocks away and I would most likely have to dodge a few not-so-friendly people before I got to the safety of home.

Just as I rounded the eighth block, the sun completely dropped behind the horizon. This was normal, the sun sinking earlier, in the late fall, but it gave me chills regardless.

Nothing seemed to change at first. But soon enough I began to notice the small things altering the safety of my path: louder music, the smell of something you certainly shouldn't be sniffing, the light glow of ciggarettes as you peered into passing alleys. I was half way up the long block when a figure stepped directly infront of me from the right.

I knocked right into the figure, which I was assuming was a male.

"Sorry," I said quietly, immediately jumping back from him. But right as I did, he grabbed my shoulder with one hand and I felt a sharp, agonizing pain in the other, caused by what was probably a knife.

My knees buckled as the pain began to spread, blocking out all other sences. I began to see only black and red though my hazel eyes still struggled to stay opened. But soon the colors morphed together, forming purple. The shades of it got darker and darker, until finally, I saw only black.

Felt only black.

Heard only black.

And something carried me away with a soul, only the color black.