I have suffered from being misunderstood, but, I would have suffered a hell of a lot more if I had been understood.
-Clarence Darrow

THE SUN!!!!! Arrrgh, God almighty, the light hurts! So after almost a hundred year life span, this is how I will finally die. Sweet Jesus, my feet-they're melting! A thought flashed through my mind: "Kiko, my son, go into the Earth, its your only chance. Hurry..." It was Ysidro's voice. Ysidro?-Yes, I will do as he says.
Distressed, I willed my hands into claws. I still watch in amazement, on how they change from normal, human-or vampire?-hands into that of something that resembles a Tyrannosaurs Rex's claws. Rapidly, I dug into the cool Earth. The coolness of the Earth beckoned to me.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the hole was completed. I jumped into the hole, reaching up and pulling dirt down upon myself, doing so numerous
times, until I was completely, dare I say it?-Entombed. Suddenly, I passed out, retreating into the dark recesses of my vampire mind. Then the memories came.......

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Fangs sank into my neck, as the vampire sucked blood out of me. Suddenly, he-it?- stopped and slashed it's own wrist with it's elongated teeth. Then pressed it against my mouth, and said "Venir y beber, mi joven amigo!" HELLO. This was Spanish translation: "Come and drink, my young friend." I was so shocked over all that was happening, my mouth seemed to have a mind of it's own, opened, and greedily sucked on the vampire's blood.
It tasted like sweetest wine of all the wines in the world. I continued to suck, and suck on the vampire's wrist. Through the haze of my blood drinking, I heard "Parar, por favor! Tu herido yo!" Stop, please! You're hurting me! I ignored the words and concentrated on the blood, swooning with delight. Suddenly, I
felt the vampire's silky hands upon the back of my neck and he squeezed.
I fell to my knees in pain, screaming at the vampire to please stop. After what seemed liked hours of pleading, he finally did. Then he picked me up to my feet, as if I had weighed nothing. He said "Come, now we must hurry, the sun will be rising soon."
Dumbfounded, I said "You, you speak English?"
"Why yes, or did you think that I was a centuries old vampire and had the knowledge of only one tongue? Idiot!"
"Uhh, sorry. I just meant...."
"Nevermind," he said cutting me off. "Follow me, and for God's sake, be quiet!"***-

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Ysidro was shaking me awake. I stood up and crawled out from underneath the alter, of an abandoned church. I looked around for Ysidro and found him walking-no, wait-he was crawling up the side of the wall in the belfry. He called down:
"Come on up!"
I started to climb up after him, amazed to find that my fingers had without conscious effort, mind you, transformed into claws, and UP I went.
I finally reached the top of the belfry. Suddenly, my whole body was racked with tremendous pain. I fell to my knees. I began to feel a hunger, an inhuman hunger & lust for blood!
Ysidro helped me up off my knees, and said:
"The pain you're feeling is what all of us vampires feel, upon awakening. The pain seems to lessen over the years, yet it doesn't entirely go away. Come-you need blood."
With that, we were off. Walking in the poorer sections of the city, we soon came upon a constabulary. Ysidro concealed himself in the shadows, while I stumbled up to constable, and began muttering gibberish. He said:
"Oh, you're a foreigner, huh?" He began to speak more slowly and louder:
"You tell me what it is you need, okay? I'll help you."
Although his words indeed loud, they paled in comparison to the sound of his beating heart-after a moment, I heard nothing else. His coat was open at the neck, as was the collar of the shirt underneath it. I stared intently at his neck-I could actually see the blood vessels pulsating there!
How young and alive this man was, how vital! This was what I needed his vitality. My hunger became intolerable, but instead of causing me pain, it was a force which was urging me forward toward the constabulary. I took a step toward him, reaching for his neck.
"Hey!", he stepped back. "Watch it, buddy! This is America!"
I lunged at him, flinging my arms around his chest, trapping his arms against his side. He shouted:
"What the fuck?-Let me goooo..."
I lowered my face to his neck and sank my teeth in, deep, down to where the blood flowed. His shouts began to turn into weak gurgles, and likewise, his struggles subsided.
All the while, that I was draining his blood into my mouth. It was honey, it was wine, it was electricity-It was good. I felt possessed by a strength that had come from some outside source.
No, it came from the blood, that I had greedily drank. His strength flowed my body, and being, suffusing every cell, filling me with another's life.
His body hung limp in my arms-dead. My hunger and thirst were gone, just as his life was. I reeled in horror at what I had done, and become.
"He was prey, that's all. A sack of blood, a reservoir of life that you need." Ysidro voice startled me.
"What if he becomes like me?"
He slapped my head, saying:
"You weak vampire. Si no puedes, morder, no ensenes los dientes. Did you, for any instance, give him some of your blood?"
"No."
"You have alot to learn, just as I have alot to teach. Come we should dispose of the body."
After we disposed of the body(in a nearby dumpster), I asked "How long will I live?"
"Quien Sabe'" Who knows. He said.

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