Hi My Name's Rosalie, I'm A Vampire

Hi my name's Rosalie and i'm a vampire.
In 1892, I was dying. A doctor called Emil Lotsworth relivied me of my pain, not realising what he'd done. He'd created me. I never grow old, i'm really strong, I never get hurt but worst of all i'm a killer. I'm a vampire.


1. 1892

Hi my names's Rosalie, I'm a vampire.

What a weird sentance? Its true though. He turned me, him. I hate him and yet he's so oblivious of what he's created.


"Mother, don't leave me, please, please don't leave me." I cried.

"I won't my darling Rosa, I won't." Mama answered.

Father called up from down stairs to Mama, "Caroline the doctors arrived. Come down, let the doctor check Rosalie, alone."

Mother stood up, smoothed the creases out of her skirt, then kissed my forehead and said, "My dear Rosalie, all will be well. I will come and see you after doctor has checked you over."

That was the last time I saw mother. When she was alive. The doctor wasn't all who he said he was. He was Emil Lotsworth, doctor in 1745, vampire in 1892. He walked into my bedroom silently, taking every stride carefully.

"I'm Dr. Lotsworth," he announced, "And you're going to die."

His eyes wents red, blue and red veins came up from nowhere and his mouth, he opened it wide and two long fangs grew. Sharp and pointed. Emil raced to my bed before I could scream or run. He placed two hands on my shoulders and feed me his blood; then before I could struggle he pierced the skin on my neck with his fangs. Blood dripping he couldn't resist. Emil lent towards my neck and drained my life. That was my last moment, alive. 

When I woke up Emil was gone, and I felt thirsty. I wondered down the stairs to get a glass of water.

"Mama, Papa, I am better now, the doctor cured me."

I looked around. There were smudged red handprints all over the walls, I don't know how I didn't see them before. There was a trail of them leading into the living room. I followed the handprints.

"Mother, Father." I screached. "What happened to you?"

My parents necks had blood all over. They were laying on the floor, lifeless. Emil, Emil is a vampire. And so am I.

"Mama, Papa.....I'm so sorry."

I grapped Papa's body, I sniffed his neck. My teeth suddenly ached like hell. Then I lent foward and bit Father's neck. The taste of blood was amazing. The feel of it in my mouth was brilliant.

Blood. The smell of it makes my heart pound.  



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