Started it today. Just wanted to know what your opinions on it. :)

Vampires don’t have reflections. Rooted, frozen, I was unable to accept the truth. I wanted to run away. Needed to- but how? Run away from the nothingness, from a reflection, from a mirror. More precisely, lack of.
I was never the violent type: to scream, shout or curse the Gods for this fate. No, with large eyes hidden behind glasses, mousy brown hair, small built and timid- I could very well be described as the perfect plain Jane. I look like the stereotypical librarian with a personality to match. With a lot of effort, I dragged my feet across the kitchen floorboards and slumped heavily upon a chair. I reached out for my usual book, always handy, to drown my thoughts with unreal fairytales. Fairytales are my favourite kind of book. Everything is perfect; everyone, in love and most of all, they live happily ever after- always.
However, my fingers skimmed across these books and picked out a very ordinary notebook. Is my subconscious trying to tell me something? Opening the book to find it blank- nothing to read, I hate seeing blank pages. So picking up my favourite pink gel pen I began, well, to write. Pouring my feelings and chaotic thoughts into, well, what seem to be...a shopping list!
1. Buy a lamp for the bedside table
2. Get a real job
3. Catch up with old friends. It’s been a while since I’d been updated on day to day gossip
4. Exercise daily and stop being such a slob
5. Read up on vampires
6. Travel the world
7. Find my soul mate

Can Vampires love? Can anybody love a Vampire? More importantly, would they if they had the choice? Or maybe from this day onwards, I should just claim myself a celibate...still. What if I found another Vampire? Surely then we can love on another for our mishaps and misfortunes but how do I go about finding myself such a specimen? I don’t recall seeing a vampire section for these “looking for love” ads in the morning papers. Flicking through the one that came in this morning, I was disappointed to confirm this. Organising these thoughts and thinking about love- how very human.
Golly, I might as well be human! I should really get my eyes checked out again but then my common sense stops me. My hand was hovering nearby the phone- ready to make the appointment, as I sat there trying to talk sense into myself. Denial, repression, all my defence mechanisms aren’t good for me- it couldn’t possible hide this truth. Still, what happened wasn’t the typical scenario that you find in a book. Where’s the dark castle with fumes puffing menacingly out of? Where are the storms, the screams and horrors and most of all, the coffins? Looking about myself, sun streaming through the window onto my face, about my much adored house I couldn’t piece it together. Did anything happen I pondered, turning my face towards the midday sunlight- feeling no warmth.
An itch about my neck bought me out of my trance. Bite mark. Yeah, well, who’s to say I wasn’t bitten by a big, ugly, fat, vile bug?! With that reassuring thought in mind I rubbed some of the trusty moisturising cream. The itch died down and I smiled. Rubbing E45 moisturising cream on my dry, sensitive skin, looking beyond the bathroom mirror- seeing nothing of myself in return- so...surreal.


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good description kind of plain but you got talent

thank you
i guess this is where i start developing my plot more.

thank you
i guess this is where i start developing my plot more.

a good story begins with a good plot

o yes i know
i've generally have got the gist of the plot written out/in my head
i meant just working on it more XD

o yes i know
i've generally have got the gist of the plot written out/in my head
i meant just working on it more XD

oh well i'm looking forward to the next piece, do you write alot or is something you do to like pass the time? i like the description though that you give for the character how she feels. I tend to like things written in first person perspective ( me n my friends argue about first person and third person stuff )

Cya Melodic-Verse.

Lucas

I don't usually write much. I rarely have the time but of late, ive been on a roll!

It wasn’t too hard blanking out the day’s thought as I scurried about my dear home. Cleaning, washing and generally, just attending to my daily chores simply knackered me out. The house looked somewhat cleaner though, to be truthful, such rigorous weekly cleaning wasn’t exactly necessary. What else was there to do in my spare time? I could feel the faint nagging at the back of my mind. Get a job of course and actually have some income into the household. I should really have applied for unemployment benefit- but father worked in that department. I daren’t let him know about his daughter’s pitiful state- I would burn up in shame. Still, living on 29p Asda smart price canned food was not exactly the ideal. Admittedly, my situation was a bit dire but it’s not the be and end all! In-fact, I have a job interview tomorrow which I will be taking extremely seriously. Although I’m quite sorry to say the vacancy is for McDonalds! Desperate times call for desperate measures. Still, one could not but help, sigh. I quickly set the alarm before I let my head touch the pillow, where I fell into a deep slumber.
Pain erupted. My mouth! Sharp daggers were being slicing at my mouth and gums! At least that is how vivid the pain could be described as I ran blindly to the bathroom. The click of light, the sharp needle pain throbbing in my mouth and drops of blood stained my pjs. I examined myself, my state, in complete disbelief. Then I noticed the sound, noise. A voice cursing, downstairs!
“Shit!” It grumbled.
Shit indeed! I’d nearly screamed, jumping out of my skin, yet I didn’t. Good girl, congratulating myself simply for moral support, fingers curled around the closest thing to hand...a toilet plunger. No time to waste. No time to lose. Hidden by the shadows, creeping about my house, ready, to face my perpetrator...when the bastard found the lights!
Like a rabbit caught in the headlights, dazed, I didn’t move. A tall man stood at the other end of the room. The element of surprised I relied on against this thief was blown. Shoot! I was no match against him. I can’t even contemplate throwing this loo plunger in his direction- as the result would have been pitiful. Tormented at the loss of what to do when I heard the peel of laughter rang out of him.
Deep and rich, not a hint of sinister menace in his voice and the twinkling of his eyes smiled amusingly at me. It hit me then- the recognition. My one night stand from that day, since when did one- night stands return?!
“Teething already I see.”
“What?!” ...I’m not a child...



He stood across the room from me. Dark and handsome with mesmerising eyes- ice blue. Like ice, I was transfixed, unable to tear my gaze away from his dashing figure. Like ice, I’d almost felt time stop. Dream on girl- this guy was made for bigger things and you don’t stand a chance. I was saddened to disengage from my fantasy as I took another shot of vodka.
That was when he excused himself from the blonde bombshell besides him, glided towards me and smiled openly. Perfectly white teeth- dazzled by this turn of events- I could only thank my lucky stars.

I like this bit, the way your writing this your using like UK english because some of your choice words and sentence structure reminds me of my time in the UK and my silly friends, but besides that I laughed at the sentence ;

My one night stand from that day, since when did one- night stands return?!

and the part where shes about to fight against the guy with a plunger, but you had me blown away with the ending paragraph when it was a fantasy because from there the vision i had just flew away because i was thinking of what next with the vampire and then shots of vodka? but overall it was really good. I really enjoy reading these short stories in this section and the poetry, god i love poetry and art.

Thanks for sharing, is there going to be more? because the way you ended it opens it up for suggestion that there could be more or no more. Sorry for asking so many questions.
Lucas