As I sit and write by the candle light, which only seems appropriate since candles do not give off a light of day nor darkness of night, just in-between. As I watch their light bounce around the depths of my cave, I notice how they reflect a sort of ominous glow, brining a smile to my face. Just as the candle, I am in-between, for I am not dead, nor alive, I just merely exist.
Just as any introduction goes, I should be polite enough to tell you my name, as it is Anya. Now I admit, my parents did not give me the best of names, yet it is mine, and we’ll leave it at that. Never in my long life will I forget where I was born. In a small town in Massachusetts, in a home my father so kindly built for the family he and my mother planned on having. Sadly, the two of them only had me. My cave that I live in now is closely related to this house, for it resembles the depilated look that my old house now represents. Over the years of being unused, the wood has rot, beams have begun to sag, begging to finally be at rest. I get some excellent feeds around here though, for this is a popular spot for teenagers to party at; especially every Halloween. Their alcohol and marijuana consumed bodies slowly lay down for a sleep, letting me get the food I need to survive.
There isn't much to say about my human life. To be honest, I do not remember much of it. The one thing I do know is I shall eternally have the look of a seventeen year old girl. As for my maker, the wonderful being who brought me into the darkness he is a different story. Parent, mentor, friend and lover, yet we couldn't make it work in the end. It rarely works out in our situations anyway. Would you honestly want to spent eternity with the same person? Although my heart will always be his, our souls must part in hopes that one day they will be reiunited again.
I have been everywhere, portrayed various characters, had many identities, lived thousands of endless lives with only more to come. Generation after generations have died, I have seen plenty of couples be happy, but yet I have no happiness of my own. Late at night when I am feeding, I think back to my creator, the man who gave me this eternal life, wandering if he ever thinks of me. For you see, it was nothing less of love when he turned me. An eternal love. If you’re lucky enough, you’ll find yourself being one of me. If I am to give you this gift, I will return the same to you, it shall be out of love. Death for love. Some would say how those are related, and I ask them what is the difference between death and love? Do they not both promise eternity?
Come into my lair, become one of me or one of my meals. Love me or hate me, that’s your decision.
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