Eight - Vincent

Eight - Vincent

There’s this time when I didn't want to meet people. Sam joined the clan, and I was a bit more open to talking. Alexis, my maker’s other progeny, turned Sam, and it was in the worst way. I never really hated Alexis, but I never liked her either. We’re both progeny of William Solaire, so that’s how we have any reason to talk.

Sam and I are always talking about anything. He was a pretty good healer before his turning. Now, he’s still good, but his power and ability have decreased. He is still very pissed off about that. We chill out around his house, but we aren’t always together. Sometimes I leave him be, and sometimes he leaves me be. He's like my brother; I am grateful for him daily. When William turned me, I hated him. I didn’t want to be what I became. I became a bloodthirsty leach. But I’ve evolved. I’m not much of a feeder anymore. William offered a bunch of people that would let me feed on them during my bloodlust, but I rejected them all. Even now I hate myself for having to drink people’s blood. Will helps the best he can.

Sitting still isn’t something I’m good at. So, I’m always around. The night I was patrolling Wonder World, our clan's den, I sensed something. A human started exploring the ruins. A lot of humans do this nowadays. This human smelled divine. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I made my way over and saw a girl with soft brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. Her hair looked almost black, but when she stepped into the gentle moonlight, I could see the color. Wonder World really is wonderful. She looks terrified as I stare into her eyes. Would I trance her? No, because I’m not a monster. Let’s see where this goes. Shall we?