My name is Zabeth. I’m a vampire. Yes, you read me well, a vampire. No, not like in the movies. A real one. In the movies, it’s sexy to be a vampire. It’s glamorous. In real life, it actually kind of sucks.
My family disagrees. They don’t mix with the rest of the population, and they’re okay with that. But I want to be part of this world. Maybe I’m the only one, as usual. Yes, as usual, I am not like other people. As usual, I’m different.
A Vampire Diary
This is my diary. Nothing to do with the Vampire Diaries, even though I love that show.
I was born a vampire. Some become it. One day they run into one of my people, and that’s it. They find themselves on the other side for eternity.
I didn’t have to go through that. My parents wanted a child, so although I’m not sure yet whether I was asked for my opinion at any level of the incarnation process, I came into the world. Isn’t free will beautiful.
I look young, don’t I? Think again. I’m 3911 years old. Not that old for a vampire… But not that young either. Let’s just say that I’m not a child.
Why do I look like one, then? Let me explain.
Vampires who, like me, were born vampires, have to go through a rite of passage into adulthood.
On the very night they reach the age of one hundred and thirteen, they must go hunt their first human alone and drain him of his blood.
If one does not go through this rite, time instantly stops. The vampire will not grow anymore and never will.
So on the outside, I will always look like the same one-hundred-thirteen-year-old girl who refused to bend to this stupid tradition.
I can see you all the way from here, you know. You’re wondering why some vampires would refuse this marvelous opportunity. To finally cut the apron strings, stop once and for all drinking blood brought back by their parents, and be able to taste real fresh and viscous blood for the very first time.
Just reading this, you already crave it, don’t you? Wait, you don’t? Well, neither do I.
The truth is that I’m not like every other vampire, and never will be.
My life isn’t always simple, I have to admit that.
Things are always easier when you are and do what others expect you to. But I can’t.
How could I anyway? I’m a vegetarian.
At least, I’m trying to be.