My name is Kurimi Sencho. weird name, I know. My purpose in life I have discovered recently. After my transformation. I was bitten, 54 years ago in an alley in New York. Not by some ravenous dog, or a old alley cat. But by one of nights very own. I'm talking about vampires. Those blood thirsty hell demons.
After getting bitten, I realized my life was now bite,kill,drink. And now, I am damned to forever fulfilling my life's purpose. This is my story...
The year is now 2008, and I'm posing as a 16 year old in the 10th grade. Modern day school is so much different from my time. But there is one thing they have in common. They are boring. Period. I'd rather bite myself over and over again until I was human again. I'd be biting for a long time.
'RIIIIIIING!' A blaring ring from the school bells shattered the silence of the halls. It was home-room time, so the halls were quiet and empty this time of day. I was sitting in homeroom, in the far back of the class room so I wouldn't be intimidated to attack anyone. No one knew my dark secret, so everyone thinks I'm a freak.
Now I know what your thinking. Me, being a vampire, would 'Burn in the sun' and 'sleep in a coffin during the day'. Myths. Vampires do not burn in the sun. In fact, vampires hang out in the sun a lot of the time. And secondly, vampires don't sleep at all. Keep that in mind.
It was a normal day, me, sitting in the very back of the classroom, staring at the back of everyones heads, just waiting to leave the school and fill my mouth with delicious blood. I don't drink the blood of humans or animals, because I try not to make it completely obvious of what I am. I drink blood tablets. Little pills I mix in with my water to make it turn to blood.
One of my classmates walked in the class room and hit me on the head with a book.
"Hey freak!" He said and the whole class busted out laughing. Suddenly everyone started whispering to each other.
I budged, about to rip his throat out. But I stopped myself.
"Aww, what? You want to hurt me?" The boy said again. His name was Chris blanchette. "You little wimp!" Chris shouted and the whole class 'ooohed!'
I jumped up and ran towards him and punched him in the stomach so hard he flew to the other side of the room.
Everyone just gasped. The teacher wasn't in the room at the time. I ran over to Chris in less than a second and then lifted him up by the neck and bit down on his neck.
Blood sprayed around the room, and I was enjoying his blood. It was...sweet. A little tangy, but sweet. After I was done, I threw his blood covered, lifeless body, only to hit the wall in the back of the room. "Who's the wimp now, FUCKER!" I shouted.
Suddenly I heard a bursting 'Riiiiing!'. Everyone picked up their books and walked to the next class. Even Chris. Then it hit me, I was just imagining all of that. I picked up my books, relieved, and walked out of the class room.
