Dhampir Diaries

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story I wrote for a writing class a couple of semesters ago. I thought It was worthy of a publish, so I'm giving it a shot. Hope you enjoy it ! I think it's pretty good, not boasting or anything lol :D

Submitted: February 02, 2015

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The blood gushed from her neck.  Her eyes became lifeless and null.  The room grew cold as the winter draft secreted from the edges of the window panes.  The room screamed in silence as she drew her last breath and exhaled to her demise.  Her eyes remained open as she drifted to the floor, in what seemed like the most effortless motion.  They were bloodshot, but her ember green eyes were as pale as sun-kissed grapes overlay-ed with a glassy gloss.  There was something else in the room, or shall I say someone else.  It was a tall, slender, broad shouldered silhouette of a man. All I could make out of his features were his jet black, slicked back hair and those eyes.  His eyes gleamed through the darkness, full of red fury intensely piercing through my soul coming toward me.  Then a burst of light from the rising sun resonates throughout the room and he vanishes. Then I wake up.

A dream, another dream. Once again the same dream haunts my subconscious. It feels so real, as though I had been there before and witnessed this murder with my own eyes. It’s almost as though it was my point of view.  I will never forget those eyes that make me question my own sanity.  Those eyes are more profound to me than the gory death of a woman, whom I’ve never met, but felt a connection to and experienced a tingle of sorrow upon her death within my dream.  Anyways, my alarm will ring any minute now. I might as well roll out of bed now while I have the might.

I am reluctant to roll out of bed once again. Another restless night of a repetitive dream that only becomes a nightmare when I wake up in utter confusion.  I tread to the bathroom every morning, dragging my feet.  This never occurs out of exhaustion surprisingly, because I can swear up and down that I should be diagnosed with insomnia, only resting maybe 3-5 hours a day.  That’s far from average and even further away from normal. I shouldn’t have as much of energy everyday with such a severe lack sleep every night of my life since I could remember.  I really tread my feet out of habit and it’s pointless. I feel like I can run a 25k race everyday I awake. I always tend to hear complaints about exhaustion, tiredness, sickness and other ailments from other people, but I must say… I have never experienced any of those.  

If anything, I have quite the appetite.  I can eat 6 well portioned meals a day, but deep down inside I feel like I missing something still, like the food wasn’t enough. I’ve gone to doctors and they did ultrasounds.  I don’t have a tapeworm or a baby Chupacabra in my stomach eating all my food for me. So, I just can’t pinpoint what it could possibly be. Maybe it’s all in my head. I’m starting to believe that a lot of things are just in my head, kinda like my inability to get a simple common cold, a fever, a headache, an itch. I feel like I’m some kind of genetic anomaly sometimes. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m captivated by my unique immune system, but I’m starting to think aliens probed me as a child or maybe I am some kind of alien with human skin for clothes.  

Nevertheless, I’ve always been a vibrant, energetic, charismatic individual.  Unique really sums it all up. I excel at everything I do.  On the count of my college life resembling Wall Street, I just so happen to be in the Fashion Industry.  I am a College graduate working on my Master’s of Arts.  I have had my own business since I was 10 years old.  I would save up my allowance for fabric, instead of snacks and candy like the other children in the foster home. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I was a foster child for 90% of my childhood. There are some gnarly stories to tell.

Well simply said, I was raised in the foster system my entire life until the age of 14.  At the tender age of 14, I legally won a case against the state to grant my emancipation from the system.  I graduated High School four days after my case was won.  Let’s just call that a life changing graduation gift.  I was a child in the eyes of most people.  They couldn’t believe I won the case.  Fortunate for me, I’ve always had a skill for designing and sewing beautiful gowns since I was 9 years old.  I would take my allowance to buy new fabrics and materials for my ever developing creativity, while the other children would rack up on snacks and candy of all sorts. While that was the cognition of children that age, I already had the developed the mind of an adult.  I was a child by default. A grown woman trapped in a mold of a little girl.  

I saved up enough money from selling my dresses to people who valued my work.  Some rich woman came in the home one day to scope out a child to adopt.  When she came upon me, I could sense that there was something a little off about her.  She exuded so much negative energy, I could just sense it. She was about to adopt me, but I made a deal with her.  I asked her to help spread the word about my dress making skills to her associates and friends and who else that would be interested in good quality high fashion handmade dresses.  She was intrigued with this offer.  I showed her some of my most treasured sketch designs and dresses.  She couldn’t believe that a poignant little 9 year old girl had made her a proposition of such demand and with such undiscovered potential of grand descent.  I promised to give her 30% of every sale. She insisted that I didn’t need to pay her anything.  All I had to do was make 5 beautiful dresses for women sizes 2, 4, 5, 6 & 8.  She gave me a 1 month deadline, but little does she know, I was done with all 5 dresses 2 days later. I asked the head home leader to call the women and tell her that they were completed.  The woman came an hour after she received the call.  She was completely astonished about the tenacity of my dressmaking skills at such a fast pace.  She didn’t know me too well, I had once created costumes for my entire home for Halloween one year and it only took me 8 days for 116 people, adult and children alike.  I’m a bonafide beast at designing. It’s my passion and my glory.  I’m already rich and I’m only 19 years old.  I only pay for rent, food, and hair products.  I make my own clothes by the way, which saves you tons, so I never have on something that someone else has on.  Trendy is my middle name and I have no shame in my game.  I go to college completely free, my outstanding academic achievements and being a member of MENSA gives me plenty of Kudos.  I am on a full sail scholarship and I deserve every penny I receive. My GPA is a 5.0 on a 4.0 scale.  I am an enlightened individual and I remain humble and kind.  Never have I ever thought I was better than anyone else.  I do think that I have a few more blessings than some folks, but I am truly humble in every sense of the word.  

My life changed one night and I will never forget it.  I had never left the studio before 10pm before.  I always stayed there until at least 12am, but I was just anxious to see what all the hype was about, with this new TV show on BET called Being Mary Jane.  It was starring one of my favorite actresses Gabrielle Union.  I just had to rush home and watch the premiere, so I left at 9pm.  It normally took 20 minutes to travel home by foot.  I always enjoyed walking.  It was a mellow spring night, around 65 degrees.  I was dressed like a Canadian Construction worker, with a plain white tee-shirt that had been tainted with messy paint blotches and an acid wash jean jacket, with acid wash jeans and messy white KEDS which I had made myself from some denim fabric I soaked in bleach.  I bought the KED’s of course.  I was acid washed from head to toe.  I was carrying my large tote, full of oil and water color paints and  plenty of brushes too.  I walked down the stairs and said my good-nights to the security staff as I passed the front desk to the exit.  As I walked my same path as I had walked for 2 years straight, One of the streets was completely blocked off.  They had finally decided to fix pothole central, but why on the day I want to rush home and watch a well talked about debut show that captured my interest on the very first commercial aired.  I was astounded by how nice they paved the block, it was unrecognizable.  It was in the process of drying, so no pedestrians or cars could park or go through it.  The sidewalks were redone as well.  I was so proud of my city for finally fixing that war-torn looking street.  I wasn’t too skipper about having to walk an extra 6 blocks home though.  The pavement stretched about 6 blocks down.  So I had to walk down a completely unfamiliar side block just to cut through.  I was totally creeped out.  It was so quiet on this block, which led to a narrow alleyway that stretched for 3 blocks.  I was thinking to myself, only 20 more blocks until I reach my lavish condo, throw off these clothes and jump on the living room couch and watch this well anticipated show that everyone’s been talking about, with my girl Gabby U.  

As I walked closer to the end of this never ending alley, I got a strange tingly feeling in my bones that something was watching me.  I felt it getting closer and closer, I started to haul ass out of that fucking alley, but this fucking thing jumped right in front of me ! I almost slammed right into him.  I was thinking to myself, that it was no way he jumped off the roof and landed in front of me without breaking his damn neck.  I was about to shank this dude with an X-acto Knife if he tried something.  As obvious, he tried to grab me.  Then the freaky shit happened. His eyes became bloodshot and he hissed like a rabid cat and all I saw was pearly white fangs where canines should have been. I jetted ass ! I dropped my precious art supplies that I had too care of daily for almost 5 years.  I wasn’t about to be ravaged in a dark, quiet alley.  No siree-bob.  That dude was some kind of animal, I’m glad I escaped.  I really thought at the time, that I was a goner.  I forgot about walking those last 15 blocks and I hauled ass down the street in the middle of the street, where there were plenty of lights.  I wasn’t trying to be another helpless damsel in distress, that fool could eat my soles.  I was running so fast I had worn down the soles of my poor little KEDS, but they were like 4 years old anyway.  When I reached my condo, the doorman ran up to me, he could tell that I was running from something. He grabbed me and gave me a warm embrace and asked me what happened.  I told him the whole story and he called the Cops immediately.  When the cops came, I honestly didn't know what to tell them. I knew they would throw my ass in the loony bin if I told them what really happened, so I just told them that a man snuck up on me in the alley and grabbed me, I struggled and I escaped by running with godspeed out of that alley.  They bought it ! They made a report and made me work with the sketch artist to formulate a good sketch of the perp. I really had to get his scary face out of my head so that I could detail his normal face before he went all Thunder-cat on me.  I was driven home in a squad car after that whole ordeal.

I was quite traumatized by that whole situation.  I striped butt naked upon walking into my front door.  I practically power walked to the bathroom and ran hot water into my jacuzzi bathtub.  I lit 2 lavender candles and dropped a fizz-ball into the water for epic bubbles.  I sat on the edge of the tub at first, just to test the water and get my feet wet.  It was perfect !  I went ahead and slid the rest of my body into the water.  I just wanted to get that dude off of me, and wash that night down the drain.  I realized that he had touched my hair too, so I slid down far enough so that the entire rim of my head was under the bubbly water.  I closed my eyes and attempted to nap.  Minutes had passed, but I felt a cool draft on my face.  I popped my head out of the water and sighed in discomfort.  I was soaked, but I tossed on my robe and headed to my bedroom to see if I left my slide doors unlocked.  Sometimes a draft can come through if I don’t lock them shut.  When I saw them open I didn’t think anything of it. I walked over and closed them.  At that moment, I realized it was almost 12am.  I was so pissed off ! I missed the damn show.  With all that bullshit that occurred, I would have been somewhat calmed from all the mishaps of this particular night.  Just as I finished that thought I felt like something was behind me.  I was scared to turn around.  OMG !!! It was that thing that attacked me in the alley.  He looked at me like he was scared of me, but I was more terrified of him.  He asked me what I was.  I was like, what the fuck are you ? what do you mean what am I ? and how the fuck did you get in here with all the security ? He said the window.. oh boy was that obvious afterwards, but we were on the 10th floor which is 50 ft off the ground.  He blurted out that he was a Vampire and that I was his long lost Half-Blood sister.  All I could remember after that was hitting the floor, from passing the hell out !  He told me that our father murdered my human mother because she hid while she was pregnant with me, knowing that it was forbidden to carry a "Divine" pregnancy.  He was left no choice when she threatened to expose their relationship to the Elder vampires. He said that My father would lose his head if they found out that he had been consorting with a human romantically.  He is the King of all Vampires.  We come from a long line of Royalty.  He left you for dead as an infant with no more than 8 months of life.  He murdered your mother and left her where she fell. It was in an abandoned building, he thought you would perish before anyone discovered you, but a drug fiend squatter found you and your mother's corpse.  He took you to a nearby church.  Just recently My father found out where you are.  He saw an article about you in the national newspaper about your academic talents, he was astonished with your beauty and talents. He is a proud father and regrets his actions many years ago.  He wants to meet you. HE WHAT ????!!!! HE WANTS TO MEET ME ????!!!! I was like wait a damn minute.  He killed my birth mother in front of me, so what if I was an infant, I obviously remember it ! I've always had that dream since I could remember and know I see that it was never a dream, but a living nightmare.  It was a memory.  How could I possibly remember something so vividly as a 8 month old. Was that even possible ??!! I have always been different, but could I really be some long lost vampire hybrid of some vampire king. That shit was unbelievable.  There was no denying it. I really saw my mother murdered as an infant and was left for dead by a ghoulish figure that now had a name... Dad.

 


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