Backstory tbh:

The manor was new and sleek and spacious. The fire crackled in the Fireplace. The library was stocked with new and old books. It felt like a home. I could keep the curtains drawn back to let sunlight in. Hallways and hallways of rooms, all for my personal use. After all, it was my house, after I had inherited the riches of my family. For generations, we were of the most successful families in Jersey.

Until i met Lindsey. Are marriage was arranged. I was a young man of 20, and she was about my age and of an upper class family. Our parents decided to marry her off to me, where she would live in my manor and continhr the Way family tree. But she was weird to begin with. She made me close the curtains, made me keep all silver jewellery away from her, but I got over he abnormalities.

But it ater a year, when I was finally developing feelings for my fiancée, she did something conpletlry unexpected. I was in my study, reading and writing letters, when she came in.

"Hello, darling," she hummed and stroked my hair. I stiffened at her touch. It felt colder and harsher. I turned to look my fiancée in the eyes, but yanked a handful of my hair, and my eyes watered.

"What are you doi-" I started, but she leaned closer to my neck.

"Now, Gerard, I hate to do this to you but it's for the best, hoNesly. You may not trust me at first, but in a few years you'll understand. Our bloodlines must remain strong, you know, that's the whole point of the marriage." I tried to free myself but she pinned me down. I squirmed.

"Stop," was all I could cough out when she bit into my throat. She let me go when she was done with me, an I fell out of y chair onto the ground. I hit my shoulder hard, but I barely felt it in the shock. I was bleeding. I couldn't see straight: it was all shaking and blurry. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Lindsey, covered in my blood and smiling in excitement.

Pain. I couldn't breathe. Everything was too bright. I rolled over and retched. All I saw was red. When I woke up again, I was shaking, confused, and starving. But Linsey was gone. I tried standing up, but I was too weak. I laid there for a while, trembling in a puddle of blood, before I got the strength to sit up.

My head killed. My mouth was bleeding. Further exploring led me to cutting my mouth open on a pair of razor sharp fangs. It all seemed surreal, and I started to panic. I realized why Lindsey was so obsessed with keeping things secret, and why she was always talking about bloodlines. Not heritage bloodlines. She was talking about turning the strong into her kind.

I searched forever to find a way out of it. To turn myself human. Linsey never came back, which I was glad for. But she took have my wealth and left me confused and hungry. I killed one of the maids at first sight. I hid her body in the cellar.

My brother helped me through a lot of it. He understood, though he was afraid o me. I was a demon now. A monster. Scary stories to tell children about at night. But even then, he gave me deliveries of blood, but I didn't know where he got it from.

He died 57 years later. People started getting suspicious. People started wandering into the manor to find out the mystery of te house. I killed very one of them after Mikey died, just for a quick fix. The cravings got so horrible sometimes. I hid them all in the cellar. At first, it felt bad. Then it was just routine.

Then, people became more aware. Police showed up. I had to be more careful.

But then, the more modern outside became, the more people stopped coming to the manor. In 1970's I ventured out on one of the rare occasions I left the house. I found someone to drink from. I went back. It wasn't the first time. There were times like that years ago. But I hated going out.

When Lindey left, I slashed her face off the oil painting of us. That was our anniversary gift. I cut er out of it, making her the mystery girl everyone claimed killed me in the urban legends. Really, she did. To this day, I still try to turn myself back. Rituals, incantations, anything I can find in the old books Mikey had bought for me when he was alive. Nothing. And Linsey hadn't dropped by yet.

When she said, 'a few years,' I had though at most, a decade. It's been centuries. I hate to think she was centuries old, powerful, and intent on killing me the whole time. Maybe she was just rich because it was a lucrative business; killing people an ruining their undead lives.

I didnt want to be immortal, but I didn't want to die. I wanted to live, just not as a monster. So each day I spend hours in my study, trying to find a way to undo the curse she out on me.

But then Frank showed up. He was different. Even though i was hungry, he was strong enough to fight me off. He knew what he was doing. He wasn't weak like the others. I could still physically win in a fight against him, but I don't think I wanted to hurt him. I'd drank from him a lot of times, but I always knew e would be fine.

But ive been worrying about him since he fainted that day. I swore I didn't take that much. And I was worried for him. But his friends showed up, a dangerous move for all of them. I honestly didn't know I drank that much: it was hard to stop with Frank. He was so pure and good tasting and healthy. Even laced with the smokey taste of cigarettes, he tasted healthier than every other I'd tasted so far. I got to taste it whenever I wanted.

I swore I didn't love him. He was too..incompatible. He was young, reckless, and thought he was above me. But i guess he was. I deserved death for everything I've done. But e looked so handsome with his haircut framing his face, his tshirts and sweaters and dark jeans. His discreet knives hidden in most of his sleeves and pant legs. He was dangerous. A vampire hunter. Ugh.

I wanted to to know him better. I wante to not be why I was. I wanted my brother back.

I wished Lindsey had never been born.

Notes

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