Lonely and Unnatural

By Jamie Day

Chapter 1

In all my years of existence, and, trust me, there are a few, I've always thought love was a weak emotion. I could never trust in love. I thought I was loved once. I thought my mother loved me but she gave me away so she could be with a man who could "support" her.

That was how I became what I am. A vampire. Lonely and unnatural. She gave me to them, even after she knew what they were.

Love is such a weak emotion.

This is where my story begins. I was William; but I am known as Angel because of my face. When people see me they cower in fear because most know what I am, the rest only know that I am extremely scary. Although they were afraid of him they were all at the same time very fascinated with him. He did not look like he could be one of the "evil ones" but they all knew because he had an aura around him. He thought for sure he would never meet any one who would be able to get over their fear of him. But that was only his way of thinking until he met one girl who had heart enough to care about the both of them. This is where his story begins…

When Angel strode down the street people scattered in every which way though he pretended not to notice and kept his eyes to the front of him, not turning his head to either side until he saw one girl who didn't move though her servants bade her to run.

Why do they all move like he is a king? She thought to herself, I have never seen him before in my life. She watched him with fascination. It went further than that for her, however, although she was not exactly sure what she felt as she watched this man approach but she knew it was not fear.

As he got a closer her maids and manservants tried to get her to move but she stood to the spot wondering why everyone was so afraid of such a handsome man. All she could see when she looked at him was someone lonely. She didn't know how she knew he was lonely but she knew that he was and that was what kept her from running in fear like the others.

"Why do you not run away from me like the others? Are you not afraid of me?" He frowned as silence took reign. "Are you going to answer me?" He asked in a soft voice. She lowered her head, looking to the side. One of her mother's maids, afraid the man would hurt her mistress, answered for her. "She can't speak, m'lord."

She lifted her chin. Yes, she was beautiful, and, yes, she was smart, but there was one thing she could not do, had NEVER been able to do. Talk. That was the one thing she was most ashamed of.

"Why not? What's wrong with her?" He addressed the maid this time. She winced when she heard that. Why did everyone always think there was something wrong? Why couldn't it just be something different?

Seeing her mistress flinch but unwilling to hold her peace the maid continued, "Nothing, sir. She just hasn't muttered a peep since she was born. Poor soul." She finished dramatically by crossing herself. This is where the stranger hissed but showed no other amount of emotion.

"Really." He said dispassionately. How interesting. "May I talk to her alone?"

Without waiting for an answer he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away. Though distressed to see their mistress walking away from their care everyone was too afraid of him to try to stop him. He waited until they were around the side of a crude looking house that was close by before dropping her hand.

Once alone she looked up at him, again stunned by his mysterious good looks. Then she started digging in the bag she carried over on shoulder. He watched almost curiously as she pulled a notebook about of her bag and started writing before showing him what she wrote. 'Why are people so afraid of you? Should I be scared?'

"They don't know my kind." He responded immediately. "Do you feel like you should be frightened of me?" At this he prayed she would say no. She was the first person he had seen since he was very young who hadn't shown fear at the sight of him.

'No!'

He almost sighed. "Then don't be." Then he said something so incredible he didn't even know what had happened until after he had said it. He didn't know what made him say it. Maybe it was her eyes, or maybe it was the fact that she was different from everyone else just like he was but the words left his mouth even before he could stop them. "Come with me on my journey."

'I can't. I barely know you.'

"But you do know that you don't fit in here." He parried.

Indecision showed strong on her face before he could see her make up her mind. She looked up and smiled. 'Give me tonight to decide. If I chose to go with you I will meet you outside my home at first light and I will tell my parents good-bye. If I chose not to go I will send one of my servant friends to you with my answer. Is that a reasonable answer for you?'

"Yes. That will work extremely well for me. Until later then." He smiled as he watched her walk away, smiling as well, while her servants crowded around her asking her numerous questions about what happened and if she was hurt. Then he shook his head and walked away to find his own place for the night.