• I am a vampire, sort of. I haven’t been like this for very long, though. No one can even tell yet. I haven’t had enough time devoted for them to see that I’m not aging.
    Everything became different after the change…I could see things better than ever. My ears were at the very least ten times stronger than before. Not every alteration was for the better, though. One thing I would like to have gone without was the thirst for blood. I do not like to hurt people. I did my best to stay on a diet of stray cats and birds, but that can be very tricky for many reasons. For one thing, small animals don’t give much blood. Another, and this can be a problem with drinking the blood from humans as well, do not be mislead, is that these animals can carry diseases that I, being the very young vampire I am, would not be aware of.
    My being a vampire is supposed to be a secret. The only person I have told is my friend, Anna. The others don’t seem to care because, I suppose, they don’t think she’ll take me seriously.
    I know for a fact she believes me.







    I’m lying awake in bed. I know I should be asleep by now, and I feel as if I’d kill someone to be able to fall into an empty hole promising dreams if I could, but nothing I try works. I have too much on my mind. The day before last, I’d made a new friend, or so I’d thought.


    He came up to me while I was sitting on the over-aged swing at the park near my house. We said our hellos. He sat on the swing beside me. I asked his name, but he wouldn’t answer. He asked me mine, and I told him Jess. He repeated it, as if trying it, even though it’s not that unusual of a name.

    “Do I know you?” I ask, wondering why he’s talking to me. I wasn’t expecting the answer I got.
    “No, but I do know you, Jess,” he tells me, and I feel the swing beneath me stop, hearing the gravel under the swing move as my feet are drug across in momentum.
    “No you don’t. You don’t know anything about me,” I wonder if I’m trying to tell this to him or myself. He just smirks.
    “I probably know more about you than you do yourself.”
    I won’t look over at him. I’ll admit I am too afraid to.