I have a secret. I’m no ordinary young woman — I’m a vampire. I blend in well with society, covering up my true identity as best I can. I still go out in public, but not often.
Not even my family knows my secret. I was attacked as a young girl by a vampire. As a teen, I used to sneak out a lot after dark and go meet up with friends. On the night of Halloween, a tall man with a black cloak snuck up and grabbed me, pressing me tight against his body. I screamed out for help, squirming to free myself, but I was locked in his grip. He dug his razor sharp fangs into my neck and it was the most agonizing pain I had ever experienced. Luckily, just then, a car came by with bright lights, scaring him away. I’m almost positive I would have been his dinner.
As soon as I graduated high school, I was forced to isolate myself from my family and closest friends. I could not risk being too close to anyone. My parents were already growing suspicious of my changed behavior.
The most frustrating part of being a vampire is your diet. We feast on blood, other bodily fluids, and psychic energy. At first, I tried a carnivore diet — but that didn’t do it for me. My stomach still churned. You know that feeling after you’ve only eaten salad for your meal — no matter how much you ate, you’re just not full. It really affected my mood too, I was always immensely irritable. And no amount of caffeine could cure my lethargy.
Once I moved out on my own, I started eating people — my ethical dilemma. I try to solely go after criminals, people serving life sentences, or people who haven’t been caught for their unjustifiable crimes. Feasting on the sick does me no good, it just makes me sick.
Sometimes I’ll swallow someone’s psychic energy instead of their actual blood — ironically, this is actually more torturous. Draining someone of their psychic energy is a slow death — compared to the quick, painless action of going in for the kill.
But enough about death and murder! Being a vampire still has its benefits. I have superpowers such as super speed, teleportation, and an incredibly strong intuition.
Being alone is peaceful, calming, and highly insightful. I’m learning so much about the universe and myself. I talk to ghosts and spirits all the time about the nature of reality. I’m not living a superficial life, and that makes me happy. I’m living on the dark side.
However, the loneliness wears me down here and there. One day, I decided to visit an animal rescue. I fell head over heels in love with a beagle who I ended up naming “Boo.” After all, halloween was right around the corner.
Boo and I started going to a dog park, just around the block from my apartment, quite frequently. I would sit on a bench and watch Boo run around with the other adorable doggies. Boo was the sweetest: super friendly and never got into fights.
I quickly noticed another man who often visited the dog park. He had a beagle, too. I found him to be very cute and handsome. He always wore a black jacket, matching his jet-black hair and beady, black eyes.
One day, this man approached me.
“Looks like our dogs really like each other,” he grinned.
My heart fluttered, “I suppose they do!”
“Hi, I’m Draco,” he introduced himself with a handshake.
“I’m Violet,” I smiled coyly.
And just like that, he disappeared. He simply turned away with his beagle and exited the park, abruptly. There was no “I gotta go,” or “I’ll see you later,” …he just left. I was astounded, left to wonder about the mysterious man.
I woke up the next morning feeling somewhat off. Something about my apartment felt different, like things had been moved around slightly, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I felt a strong urge to return to the dog park, hoping I’d see that man again. And sure enough — there he was!
“Are you following me or something?” He joked.
“Ugh!” I blushed, embarrassed.
“I’m just kidding,” he cracked up, calmly placing his hand on my shoulder. I felt a shiver go down my spine.
I looked into his eyes, and for a moment I thought they had turned scarlet red. Could he be… a vampire? Or was my mind playing tricks on me?
He flashed a smile at me, and for a second, I could’ve sworn I saw fangs poking out. His pale skin almost seemed to be sparkling in the autumn sun.
Without speaking, I thought in my head, “are you a vampire?”
And then, without any words, he nodded at me, like he was answering my question.
My heartbeat thumped even louder.
“So, tell me about yourself,” he said, sitting down next to me on the bench.
“There’s not much to tell,” I shrugged.
“Aha,” he replied, “you’re one of those quiet girls, huh?”
I just giggled. I had no idea what to think. Maybe he was just another creep, or maybe he was… something more.
Again, he stood up and bluntly left without warning.
The next few days, I decided to skip the dog park. I was a little scared. I kept getting this paranoid feeling that things in my home had been shifted around. I knew it was just my mind going crazy, though. Perhaps I ought to try socializing more, as risky as it was for a vampire. Being this isolated was really getting to my head.
And so, about a week later, I decided to head back to the dog park. Boo was extra thrilled to see his friends again.
Sure enough, I spotted Draco. But he didn’t approach me this time. So instead, I decided to approach him first. I felt such a strong, magnetic attraction.
“Hi, how are you?” I greeted.
This time, we had a much longer and deeper conversation. He talked to me about all of the things I enjoy — my favorite bands, my hobbies, places I’ve visited, etc. It was freaky. I thought, certainly he can read my mind. But he was talking about everything that was dear to my heart, things I haven’t even thought about for a while. Surely, it was more than coincidence!
That evening, as my paranoia peaked, I decided to set up a security camera. One week later, I examined the footage.
My stomach dropped when I noticed a man — most certainly Draco — entering my home every single night at 3 am. He would teleport into my apartment out of thin air, giving me certainty that he was indeed a vampire. He was looking through my drawers, through my closets, even looking through my phone and laptop and internet history. Worst of all, he knew the camera was there! He looked straight at the camera and winked!
I knew it, I knew I wasn’t just being paranoid! I knew someone was breaking into my home! I knew that he knew things about me that he wasn’t supposed to know! And I knew he was also a vampire!
I should have been terrified… disturbed… angry… disgusted… running to the police in fear.
But I wasn’t. I was actually… excited… joyful… flattered… turned on!
I couldn’t wait to get back to the dog park and see him again. But he wasn’t there! Was he embarassed, knowing I caught him? Was he scared of my reaction?
I continued going to the dog park, every single day now, but he was never there. I even spent hours, just waiting on the bench. It got to the point where Boo would exhaust himself, and beg me to bring him back home to rest.
Finally, I gave up. I discarded my security camera and destroyed the footage. I stopped going to the dog park. Instead, I just took Boo for short walks around my apartment complex.
On the night of Halloween, I woke up from a deep slumber at 3am, eyes wide open. And there he was — Draco — staring at me in the dark.
“Draco?!” I cried out.
“I came to say goodbye,” he whispered.
“You’re too beautiful. My heart can’t take it any longer. Go on, forget about me.”
And just as he was about to vanish in the dark, I called out for him, “wait! I think I love you!”
He turned back skeptically and glared at me with disbelief.
I added, “no, I don’t think! I know! I know I love you!”
He sighed heavily, “not if you knew the truth…”
“I know you’re a vampire! So am I!”
He looked down and shook his head, “it was me… I was the vampire who bit you… I’m the reason you’re this way.”
“That was you?” I was absolutely shocked, completely taken aback. He was the man who attacked me several years ago. He was the one in the black cloak who bit my neck and turned me into a vampire.
“I had to have you and make you mine. It was the only way. But now I’ve grown remorseful… This is who I am, though. This is what vampires do. We are evil creatures.”
Once again, that feeling came back. That feeling of knowing I should be furious, that the right thing to do would be to run away from him as fast as I could. But I just couldn’t. I only fell even deeper in love with him.
“Why are you ashamed? I think that’s beautiful. You craved me so deeply that you did whatever it took to have me. Why do you think that’s wrong?” I said with innocence.
He didn’t expect me to say that. He expected me to scream and shout, to curse him out, to chase him away, to call 911. Now he was looking at me like I was the crazy one, not him.
“What’s wrong with you?” he skeptically furrowed his eyebrows.
“I’m a vampire, didn’t you know?” I gazed into his eyes with hope, “I want to be with you.”
“You don’t mean that,” he shook his head.
“Yes, I do!” I insisted.
“Would you judge me for violating your boundaries?” he asked in total seriousness.
In which I replied, “would you judge me for wanting you to violate my boundaries?”
Both of our hearts fluttered, and he jumped into my bed. It wasn’t a “normal” romance. You could say that we were troubled souls. But from our perspective, we were two innocents in love, living in a world surrounded by troubled souls who don’t know what love really is.
For us vampires, love isn’t about putting on a show — it’s about darkness, letting your partner go backstage and see everything when the lights are turned off, when the audience is gone. It’s about going further with each other than you’ve ever gone before with anyone else. It’s not supposed to be perfect, or glamorous, or even cute. Rather, it should be ugly, uncomfortable, sickening, disturbing… it’s supposed to give you chills…
And they lived happily ever after…