Being a vampire
Being A Vampire
Don’t run, you shouldn’t be afraid. I’m not going to feed off of you…yet.
For so long I have walked this earth,seeing as my family,decendant’s,and friends disappear before me .
I watch as they wither and die and new ones are reborn.
But that is the curse of what we must go through.
It is not my fault that I ended up as this,this creature that walks the night and feeds off living human beings until they let out ther’re final breathe.
Sometimes I wish that I didn’t become who I am now
I was born before the people they call lord died upon that cross.
I even was able to see that with my own eyes,but is this Lord Jesus Christ a vampire like me?
I think not…..He does not feed off blood such as I,he disappeared,never to be seen,from what I hear anyway.
But such as my nature,I didn’t just disappear once I was born as this,I….stayed on this world people call home,but I wouldn’t call it that
More so as being called hell than home
I’ve never seen hell,but not wanting to go there either
As a far as I know hell is just a world of the dead and heaven is just a place where this God resides.
I know of no God but of a higher power,yes I do believe there is because I’ve met him once before.
He was more powerful than I,and so much older
He was the one that created me,my master,my lord.
Decades have passed since he changed me and I havnt seen him ever since
Some say he died but I know better,he is still out there.
Waiting for his children to return to him.
I will not return to him,the Vampire that created me
I did not ask of this,but yet he still gave me a new life that I did not want.
I would rather die than become his servant
I always wanted to die to see how it felt but I guess I am dead,walking dead
I hate taking other peoples lives but its something that has to be done,I do not however take the life of little children.
They have a life to live,why must I shorten it?
But you however have come across my path and are so much older
It’s time for you to die
At least you were able to hear my short story
You ask to change into to you ask…that I cannot do
Trust me you rather die than become as I
I’ m sorry but hell is waiting