 “Who is she?” “She was my fist love. Her name was Katelynn. She was a great painter, as you can see. I met her while sitting in a park writing a poem. We fell hopelessly in love when our eyes first met. However, her father did not approve of me and I was forbidden to see her. Still I could not be away from her, so we would meet every night at midnight in our spot at the park. One night, I came to meet her and all that was there was a note from her. It read that she had fell in love with another. I loved her so, that I let her go to be with the one she wanted. And I never saw her again.” I felt tears of sorrow feel my eyes as he told the story. And for once as I looked into his eyes, I saw sorrow and pain. He truly loved this woman and even today it broke his heart. “The painting date says 1750.” “Yes” he said. “I was not a vampire then. After she sent the note, I decided to move to away for if I was close to her, I knew I would want to see her. I moved here, in hopes to find new inspiration for my poetry. Come, let us not discuss this here. Let me take you into my den were we can talk.” And before I could speak a word, he swept me off my feet into his arms. I felt such passion when he swept me up. He walk down the rest of the stairs into a large room with antique furniture. He walked to a beautiful antique couch and placed me on it. He sat down beside me, lower his head, and began to speak once again. “As I said, I came here to find new inspiration for my poetry. I had heard of the enchantment that this place held, and I came here to find that enchantment. However, I found more than enchantment when I arrived. Actually, the fist night here, I wondered around the town, trying to become acquainted with the area. I passed by the very same club that you passed by that night. I had never been much of social person, but I decided I needed something to take my mind off my sadness. When I walked in, I was overwhelmed with the lights and music. But even through all of that, I saw her. She was a tall blonde with soft red lips and gorgeous body. She stood in the corner with her eyes locked on me. I was struck by the color of her eyes. They seems to be a cobalt blue. She walked over to me and whispered ‘Let’s get out of here.’ Before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and we ran out the door, back to her place. I felt as I was under her control, and I lost all my will power. I could not get away from her. As I slowly slipped away with her, I felt a sharp pain surge through my neck. I felt like I was going to fade out of existence, and when I felt I could hold on no longer, I closed my eyes and let go. When I awoke, she was no where to be found. It was still night, but I was unsure if it was the same night or not. I felt different, but I had no idea what had happened to me. When I looked into the mirror, I saw to small holes on the side of my neck. I was in disbelief. Vampires were a story to me only told to frighten little children. I didn’t want to believe what had happened to me but I didn’t have a choice. I only knew of the stories I was told as a child about vampires. So to enlighten myself of what I had become, I went to the library every night and read all the books I could find about them. And for the last 250 years, I have lived my life as one.” As he raised his head, he looked deep into my eyes. His eyes had changed. The color was the same but they were no longer as seducing as they were before. They had a sense of humanity about them. They contained hurt and sorrow. It seemed that he regretted his life, regretted becoming a vampire. I was speechless. What he told me took me completely by surprise and left me wondering a million things. But I could only ask one thing. Wrote: July 7, 1999
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