Dying to Live

friends and staying inside most of the time, you start to crave any form of companionship. A

un comes up. I make sure all of the blinds are sealed shut and make my way to the usual hallway closet, reaching back until I feel the bag. I grab it out, eyeing

s my throat sweetly, my entire body tingling from the sensation. Before you accuse me of being a monster, let

ched the ingredients and created the perfect recipe, all while I watched and admire

de his empty bowl and

I get up, recycling the blood bag under the sink before grabbing Rover's

. Then, I check the clock on the wall. The sun will rise in about twent

write my book. Then, I return to my coffin and don't come out until the sun is down. I have shades that ma

ehind me, laying in my usual position a

*

as storming the enemy troops when a bullet blazed straight through my chest, just inches from my heart. I was rushed to the medic station, where a nurse wit

ere I could change form peacefully, and away from any potential sunlight. She later explained her undying need to save my life, and after that,

ing confident. It wasn't until the man snuck up on Nina and stabbed her in the heart with a stake that we realized the danger

out the atmosphere here comforts me. I was roaming the streets two weeks ago when I came acros

r. I sat at the bar and ordered their best beer. While I was drinking, a fight broke out and glass cascaded

commanded sternly. The three men stopped arguing and turned to look at me

throw punches at me. If there's one advantage to being a vampire, it has to be un

ad to do. The fight didn't last long, and both men stumbled out to their friend eventually. Soon

the bar and continu

wo years," the bartender said suddenly, reaching out his han

ods," I intro

seen somebody resolve conflict so well," he mu

They were inter

hed behind the bar and grabbed another beer.

m suggested suddenly, capturing my full attention. The offer was tempting, especially since I

s," I clarified. Sam wav

ntil 7:30 anyway

beer and slid it away from me,

can I

*

ready for work. I exit my coffin and grab a bag of blood to drink while I pick out an outfit. Then, I feed Rover his us

only when my mother and I were alone that she would praise me for being sweet. To her,

thetic blood stains yo

You may think I get bored of living forever, and sometimes you're right, b

I can't help the cheesy smile that lines my lips as I imagine seeing her again. Before I can think too