Monsters Like Me
It has been said that we stopped checking for monsters under the bed when we realized they were inside of us. Our own, personal monster within.
I, myself, am one of those monsters. A vampire. I am one of the blood-sucking demons that closely resembles a human, and yet in reality, there is nothing human about me. I'm a walking corpse, maintaining my lifeless, cold body through feeding off the lives of humans. Innocent humans. I am both a thief, and a murderer; I steal people's lives and end them cruelly. I am my own worst nightmare; my own enemy. I am the monster that everyone is afraid of.
I am different, however, from most vampires. Unlike the rest of my kind, I have never felt what it is like to have blood pulsing through my veins, a heart hammering in my chest, warmth radiating over my body. I have never been human, and I never will be. I've no clue what it is like to feel alive... I am the single vampire that was born into this life, without choice. Eleanora Marie Winslow, the immortal of noble descent. I'm an original. I suppose, I should be proud of that title. I should honor it and hold it happily to my name. But how could I?
Decades ago, when I was merely a child, I believed that my kind was good. We were the dominant species; humans were simply nothing but prey, there just to be slaughtered. Back then, I was naive and inexperienced.
I know now what I am. I understand the concept of being a vampire, and the harsh reality of what it can bring.
But despite all of this, there is one missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle that is me, and I know exactly what I need to fill that gap.