Midnight Walking

Hey everyone! This is another nano-story! This time, the rule was: the first sentence has to be "They say the first 300 or 400 years are the worst." I hope you like it! I think I MIGHT write a sequal for it. Thanks for reading!

They say the first 300 or 400 years are the worst. I agree with them. I was dreading today—it would be the day I was always painfully reminded of how I had killed the woman I loved.

And because I did that so long ago, I was cursed to walk the Earth till the day until it was broken. But of course, since I didn’t know how to break it, I was cursed for all eternity.

Sofia. My love. How her midnight black hair always flowed around her back, and also creating a frame for her lovely face. And oh her smile, her gorgeous beautiful smile. When she smiled, it was as if the world stopped for me. Her baby blue eyes always seemed to sparkle like the sun, even when she was sad. And her laugh rang like a bell, sweet and vibrating. She was truly an angel from heaven.

But I didn’t know why she had chosen me. She was an angel, and I was a monster from the undead. I was a vampire, born to live off blood from humans. But I loved her, and surprisingly enough, she returned it.

But then that terrible night—it turned my whole world upside-down. We had gone to the park; it was dark. Too dark. We were talking about stressful things when all of a sudden I lost control. And when a vampire loses control, they aren’t aware of their surroundings, just their bloodlust. I attacked the closest person with blood near me, and that ended up being Sofia.

And when I woke up in a forest the next night, I was covered in blood. Two days later, the newspaper published an article about a missing Sofia Lindford. I ran away that night, away from everything I had grown used to.

I tried to kill myself then, starving myself from blood, but that wouldn’t work. My self-control would get the better of me, and I would go ravaging through town on a killing spree. I had also tried burning myself, knowing a vampire would burn to death in fire. But weirdly enough, the fire didn’t hurt me much less scar me.

I had found out why I couldn’t seem to die last century. I was cursed for killing my love. No one had told me that, but to me, it seemed to fit.

And so I wandered around, alone and cold, for about a century. But every year around this date, my feet would seem to lead me back here, and I would visit her house, the park, and her gravestone.

Today was the day. But I couldn’t seem to go to her grave. I couldn’t. But in the end, I did. All of her family had died, and no one seemed to remember Sofia Angelina Lindford. Except me—the very person that took her life away from her. I knew from the moment I met her, that she was something special, but that it would also be foolish to have an affair with a human. How right I was.

But I didn’t listen to my inner self. I was intoxicated to be with her, to talk with her, to be around her, to love her.

And now both her and I were paying the consequences.

I went to her grave, and gently put a white and red rose, twisted together, there— a symbol of our love.

I got up, stared at the grave with longing, and walked slowly out of the cemetery. But when I left the gates, I swore I heard Sofia’s small tinkling laugh behind me.

I shook it out of my head, and walked into the darkness, not coming back till next year.

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Midnight-Wolfe