Lonely. The one word I would choose to describe vampirism. Most might choose the word “dead.” For this is what usually comes to mind. But dead we are not. In fact, we are quite undead.
We walk among the living. Some might point us out as a “Goth”. This is not true either. Actually, I should not refer to vampires as a whole. We are each quite separate and different. Each made by a master and chosen our own paths. Different strengths and weakness, with different outward and inward appearances. Some willing and some unwilling. Our loneliness is what makes us blend in so well with the living. With mortals. It is a human quality that gives us characteristics of appearing normal. Well, maybe not normal. No one is that. Not even in the human sense. Loneliness seems to have somehow been placed into my soul in my re-creation. Or so it feels…. if my soul is still ever-present. Stalking the earth, it’s people. Hiding away. It is not only the loss of love that makes this empty void. For I know that I am to be without love for an eternity. It is the lack of compassion, companionship. I know nothing of these things. My only passion is blood.
This is my first story i’ve done on vampires. Please feel free to give me some feedback. Someone told me i should do more, I might make it a series. Maybe journal entries or some sort. Tell me what you think.