Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people mentioned in this story. Also, this story is loosely based around the book The Last Vampire by Christopher Pike.
A/N: Well, here is my latest brain nerve for a story. We'll see how it goes. Thanks always to those who will review. Be sure to check out Someday, which is my other story.
Why do most people fear death? Is it the thought of leaving all of those that you love behind? Or is it the thought about whether you will make it to heaven, or be condemned to hell? I find death to be rather intriguing. I have none left to cry for me when I die, no, I have long since left those behind. I personally think that heaven and hell are both a crock of shit, but I am sure that if they are true then I am probably condemned to spend the rest of eternity in hell, unless my life has become that punishment. I have spent five thousand years on this earth, and I have seen more than any human being was meant to see.
But, then again, I am not a human being.
I am a vampire.
Mankind has always feared what it doesn't understand, and imagines up things to explain what is unexplainable. I do not cringe at the sun, nor do I at the sight of a crucifix. I do not know if a wooden stake to the heart would kill me, but then again, I don't exactly intend to try it. I have extraordinary strength, can jump extremely high, and my hearing has been heightened magnificently. My body also has an amazing regenerative ability. All of these talents seem to have gotten better over the years. I also eat like a normal human with normal food.
But occasionally…………occasionally I get a craving for blood.
Every once in a while I need to drink blood. My body needs at least a pint of another living being's blood every five months at most. I need some other blood in order to survive. And surviving is what I have been doing for a long, long time.
I have had many names over my five thousand life period, but then again, what is there to a name? Two words for people to call you by. Nothing more, and nothing less. My name for the current time is Chris Irvine, and I have picked a rather easy job to occupy the present time. I have chosen to be a wrestler, but that is only what I do to cover what I really am.
I have made myself a hunter of those who do wrong to others. As a result, more people have come to know that I am a vampire, and I had thought, the last of my kind. I made a promise long ago that I would never make another of my kind.
Unfortunately, I broke that promise.
There is a price to pay for ignorance and intolerance.
I believe that my time to pay is going to begin soon.