Post by avery on Apr 9, 2010 22:19:01 GMT -6
-- avery jane thompson. eighteen. senior. photography.
Vivian was going insane. She shook her head to herself as she sat in her apartment, doing absolutely nothing. It hadn't even been a full week and she was already starving. She needed blood, and she needed it now. The problem was, she had morals. She hated living the way she did. Sadly, she didn't know any other way to sustain herself. It was a horrible way to live, but she knew that if she didn't feed, a larger number of people would die. She had to go now and limit herself to one person, as usual.
With her mind made up, she got up and got dressed. As she picked out her clothes, she smiled. The fashion nowadays was fascinating to her. It was nothing like in the 1900's, when she was growing up. She was surprised she even cared how she looked. Most vampires didn't try to blend in with other humans. She was different. But maybe that was because she hated what she was. She should have died the night she was attacked, but instead she was turned. Now she was miserable almost all the time. All she'd wanted was a normal human life. She envied them. They were able to grow up, have children. All the things she couldn't have. She suppressed her anger and finished getting ready. She didn't want to go too far away from her home, so she would settle for walking around Forks. She walked out of her apartment and locked the door behind her. Then she started up the street, planning on going into town. For the most part, she stayed hidden in the shadows, not wanting anyone to see her.
She moved quickly, and when she was almost into town, she heard laughing. Two women about her age were walking on the other side of the street. She slowed down and crossed the street in the blink of an eye. Vivian continued to hide in the shadows, but she got closer to the two girls. Their scents hit her hard, and her mouth watered. She had forgotten how good blood tasted. A small part of her reminded her to only take one of them. She frowned, a bit reluctant. As she continued to follow the humans, another scent caught her attention. Another vampire was close by. Well, that solved her current problem. Unless that vampire wanted both humans. That wouldn't do. She would have to fight for one of them. Although she hated fighting, she was willing to do it for blood. Maybe she could talk with them and sort this out. That was more her style. She turned and tried to spot the other vampire. Her eyes landed on a figure moving closer to her and stopped. She decided to wait until they got closer to see if they were a threat.
cara. eighteen. eastern.