Do You Believe in Vampires?

Do you believe in vampires? I didn't either. Not until a few days ago. But everything's changed since then. A week ago I was normal. I was just another college student. Why me?! Why the fuck did this happen to me?! Why was I fucking special?! I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS! I DIDN'T WANT IT!! I JUST WANTED A REGULAR LIFE!! I WANTED TO BE NORMAL!

...Sorry... Let me start earlier. At the beginning. I grew up in a middle class home. My dad worked at the bank, my mom was a kindergarten teacher. I went to the local schools and it was all fine. I was pretty happy and had more or less everything I ever wanted. Well, my parents weren't morons or anything so when I was in fourth grade I read Catcher in the Rye and then told my mom what I thought about it. They decided that my current school wasn't quite adequate. So they sent me to some private school. It was nearby so I was still at home but school is what changed my life. I found things that interested me. I found that, once I was challenged a little, I really liked learning. I also learned about computers and that I had a knack for them. My parents, who cared about me, kept me happy. They bought me a computer and books and whatever else I really wanted. As I learned more and developed my computer skills, I looked at things differently. I looked at people a little differently, trying to figure out how they worked too.

When I got into college, I began to focus even more on my computers and my studies of people. They're so interesting because, I mean, with computers, it's logic. You know what a computer is gonna try and do, but people are irrational and behave in strange ways. Like picking on the little guy. I put up with it for a long time but I didn't want to be pushed around, so I took a martial arts course. I relied on speed rather than strength even though I didn't have too much of either. Mostly I worked on my studies. I was double majoring in comp sci and psych of all things, but hey, it's what I loved to do. I was hit hard when my parents died. They were coming back from vacationing when their plane crashed. It was a freak occurrence. The engines just died. No one survived. IT JUST FUCKING HAPPENED!! THERE WAS NO REASON! IT JUST HAPPENED!...just like me.

Well, after that, I still had tuition, (my parents savings account and stuff) but everything had changed. I buried myself in working, focusing on helping other people with problems, and anything I could find. I started to get into another kind of computing. I started hacking. It didn't matter for what and I wasn't trying to hurt people. I just needed to keep going. The standard assignments weren't keeping me busy enough so I needed more to bury myself in. And so I did. I found some things. Information. Bank records. Police files. Vague references to strange occult organizations. The Camarilla. The Sabat. I didn't really care about it. Until last week.

All I fucking did was go out to buy something to drink. I was heading to the fucking 7-eleven!! And I was pulled into an alley. I never knew what fucking happened!! I remember pale skin, teeth. That's all. When I awoke, I knew I was different. I couldn't go back to the life I had. I had a hunger in me that I couldn't identify, or satisfy. I knew that I had to go, I had to leave. And had to stay out of the sun. I would find a dark place and sleep all day. As the days passed, the hunger grew, until, one night, I didn't wake up where I fell asleep. Instead, I was in an alley. And there was a body lying right beside me. There were no wounds, but he was dead. Pale...cold...dead...all I knew was that I had to leave. To get out of the city. So I went south. To Carolina. And that's where I am.

I'm writing this to warn people. Things are not as they seem. Vampires exist. They're real. I am one. I don't know about them, but I'm sure I probably never will now. The fact that they've remained secret until now tells that they protect their identities viciously. They'll probably come after me now. But I couldn't just stand by and let this happen to others. If my hellish existence can save others, then I will do what I can. So this is my testimony. The nights are alive. Be careful, and watch who you trust. As for me, I want my life back. I WILL find a way to become human again.