Infinity Is Only The Beginning

Chapter 1

Authors Note!

I know that I changed my writing style from how it was in my prologue. It is now going to be in first person just seems easier that way! While I write this chapter, I am watching The Lion King. It is not much help for inspiration on the story, but I love my Disney movies! J Here is now my first chapter in my story! Enjoy!   I hope you like my story! I really feel like this is my best writing. Please do not forget to vote, comment and share my story with your friends. (and don't forget about fanning me!)  NOW THE EDITED VERSION IS FOR YOUR EYES! :D SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! My dedication is to my editor who is my little hermana! :) Check out her story! She's an amazing writer!

 -BibliophileForLife

Chapter 1

Philias POV:

“I’m sorry.” I stared at my best friend's face as she announced that we were no longer friends. “I love you Philias, but I can’t live with this secret. This friendship won’t last. No matter how much I wish it could.” The tears streamed down her face as she stared at me in distaste and a hint of fright.

I knew she was trying to hide it, but I could smell the fear and disgust at what I was. Just as a single tear rolled down my face, I brought up my hand to her temple. She flinched as it touched her. I felt my heart constrict in pain. With one last blink, her eyes remained emotionless. No longer awake - she collapsed onto the floor in a heap.

I stared down at her as I finally let go of all the tears at once. No longer would this girl think of me as a friend; I erased every memory that included me. No matter how many times I have had to do this, it still hurts like the very first time.

With one last sniffle, I carefully grabbed her body and picked her up. I was strong. Every vampire is strong. I might not be superman strong, but I could lift more than the average girl could. I laid her on her bed under the covers.

When she wakes up, she won't remember a thing. I will be like a dream to her, something that was but not is. I stared at her tear-strewn face as she slept. With a sigh, I gently wiped the tears away with a tissue. I did not want her waking up questioning why she cried before she went to sleep. That was just not right for her. 

I finally gazed across the room one last time. I wouldn't be coming back. This is it for us. Our road has ended the day she found out my identity.

It would not necessarily be a bad thing if she knew, but she rejected me. If she could not accept who I was, then she would not be strong enough to know about my world. I will not put her through something she cannot handle.

Even though she will not remember me, I will always remember her. With that thought in mind, I walked out of her house. I had already settled everyone else in town who knew of our friendship.

This was once again the closing of another chapter of my life. When could I stay one day? When could I not run away? I hate running away just as much as I hate myself.

As I drive back to my house to complete my packing, I look around the town. I don't know how many times in my life I was on the verge of tears while looking at a town I used to call home.

Just as I pull up into the driveway, I see the movers my parents had hired taking out the last of the stuff and closing the trucks doors. They were ready. I had to leave now. With that, I ran up to my room one last time.

I stared at the four walls as I cataloged every memory I've had there. I do not like to forget memories. If I forgot my memories then I would just be another monster out there.

As I run into the kitchen, I see my mother leaning against the fridge as she awaits my arrival. It was time for it. I hate it. As a vampire, I need blood. If I even try going a day or two without blood, not only would I get very weak, but I would die. My body cannot live without it. All it takes to survive is a cup of blood a day.

Sometimes when I do things that takes a lot of my energy I have to have more. I try not to have more. I hate drinking blood. My body may love the blood, but I despise it. I grimace in distaste as the smell engulfs me. I can feel another part of me relish in the taste as it slides down my throat.

With one last look at my mother, I walk out and jump in the car. With one last look at my house, I am gone. Just like every other time, I was never coming back.

Six hours later, I am pulling up into my new house's driveway. I cringe in more disgust as I look at the huge extravagant house my parents decided on.

As much as I would love to hate my parents, I cannot. They are not the type of people you can hate. My parents love me and understand when it is time for us to move on. They, having been once a teenager, are able to know how I feel.

Sometimes I think they try to understand why I hate being a vampire, but they cannot understand when they love it.

My parents find me laying in the backseat of my car, lying down as I look up at the darkening sky. My car is a fire red mustang convertible.

With a sigh, I get up and follow them into the house. I did not have a key so I had to wait for them to come and let me into the house. I look around with all of the boxes left in their respectable rooms, following the scent of my things to a room upstairs.

Lifting an eyebrow, I take in my huge room. Wow, my parents really went to the extreme this time. My room was twice the normal size I usually had. With one last thought, I get to the work of putting my stuff away.

Two hours later, I am lying on my newly made bed as I stare at my things around the room. I can already tell that the rest of the house is finished as I hear my parents in their office talking about the houses they are building.

My parents build houses for people. My dad is in charge of the building part and my mom not only does the paperwork, but she designs every part of the houses. They love their job and as much as they hope I will follow their example - I will not. I do not intend to think about houses twenty-four seven. I do not know what I want to do with my life.

I listen to my parents as they wrap up their work and ascend the stairs to say goodnight to me. My mom and dad walk into my room, not a second after I hear them start up the stairs.

Cheaters. They had to walk faster than normal just so they could beat me to locking my door before they could enter. I can feel their smiles directed at me as I sit up.

Every night, they like to say goodnight in person. I try not to think about the times they are not home, but I know they really do care. I let out a laugh at the expressions on their faces as they wait for me to get up and give them a hug.

They looked as if I had taken the sun from them as they fidget, waiting for my approval. With one last chuckle, I get up and make my way toward them.

Before I can even take another step, my breath is knocked out of me as their arms wrap around my body. I hate to admit it at times, but I do love their nightly hugs.

They make me feel safe and peaceful. Not all of my demons haunt me when their arms wrap around me. I can feel their synchronized heart beats as they hug me tighter. Without a word, they let go and leave my room.

My parents and I don't talk much. We do not have to voice our thoughts. As vampires, we can feel the emotions that everyone gives out. Talking is a waste of time when you already know how a person feels. It is just one of the many advantages of being a vampire.

With that, I run to my bathroom that joins with my bedroom and take a nice hot shower. I can feel my muscles let loose the tension they have had since I took into account that today would be another move. As I feel my warm comfortable bed envelope my body my mind is at a peaceful state.

Authors Note!

I forgot to add that I don't mind ideas for this story. You may send me a private message for any ideas. Like any other author out their I like to mess with my own plot. Not everything is set in stone. Once again thank you! :) 

-BibliophileForLife