AMARANTHINE| The Eternal Love (BWWM)
Highest in Vampire #43
I died yesterday.
Maybe around 11:47 PM? And it was March 23 and I was only 18.
Coming home from some lame party that I honestly never wanted to go to in the first place. And I'm not saying I had much planned, but dying that night was definitely not on the list of things to do.
Anyway, I should probably be a few feet buried underground with a tomb stone above me that would read the date of my birth and death. Along with some cheesy line written across it about my life.
Yeah. I should be dead, but the thing is I'm not exactly dead...
Here's where you would be thinking I'm some sort of supernatural creature.
But I'm not that either. I'm not some sort of vampire, or werewolf, or anything of that kind. I am perfectly still human. I think.
Apparently, I'm food now. Something they call Eternal Source. But still human... mostly. And I now belong to Jerias.
He isn't human at all. A vampire. Or Nosferatu in the correct term. Either way, he's a beautiful monster.
And I was asked to stay here in his home with him.
So I stayed.
But I didn't really have much of a choice...