… ‘Guess you thought he’d killed me? Well so did I. But the stupid bloodsucking twit, had other ideas. He didn’t want me dead – but undead was okay. His boss would kill him if he killed me. But he was pretty annoyed at me for trying to kill him. Wouldn’t you be too? I have to admit that he was okay to look at – bearing in mind he’s eight thousand years old. Well at least his mind is eight thousand years old… I don’t know how to explain it really… Well he’s a vampyre – and because of him so am I.
That means outliving my family, and that – that’s what hurts the most. But I’m going to do what they want me to do (don’t ask I have no idea either) and I’m going to learn the ways of the vampyre. I’m going to learn how to kill a vampyre. Before you say it – the sun frying us up and turning us into dust? Nope that’s a myth. Stake through the heart? Myth too. And slicing off the head… ‘Hmmm’ I’ll have to try that, although knowing my luck – the asshole won’t die and I’ll be stuck with his forever jabbering head for all eternity.. Luv-er-ly…’
its a bit useless and if anyone has any comments (I really do not care what they are - Freedom of speech... USE IT!) but i'm kinda stuck on what to do next so any ideas will be real helpfull xxx PM me if you have any
