Post One

For the safety of the persons in this blog, all names will be changed.

I always thought I was weird. Different than everyone else. For awhile, I even thought I was from another planet or universe. I lived a normal enough life though. I had good times and bad times. I had my friends and my enemies. I just thought I was strange. I lived with my mom and her husband. My parents had divorced when I was around four and my mom won custody. I minded at first, but now I don’t. I enjoy my mom’s company more. My dad gets to see me and my siblings (my brother Simon and my sister Eleanor) every other weekend, if we choose to go over. My friends are nice enough. I mean, it’s kind of weird cause I have a sort of crush on my best friend, who’s a girl. I don’t think she even realizes that I like her like that, but that’s okay. I have a girlfriend at the moment, but I think that’s ending soon. Either that, or it already has. We don’t really talk anymore. No one really pays attention to me, I feel. I get ignored when asking the simplest questions. Sometimes I wonder why I still bother. I get hyper but I also get upset easily (note the whole being ignored thing). I consider myself an expert liar. I can lie my way through almost anything, unless there’s enough evidence against me. I find it sad that though I said that my crush was my best friend, but I don’t think she considers me to be her best friend. So its even more sad when I say my true best friend is probably my cat. I guess I’m just getting practice in my profession later on in life: Crazy cat lady.

In all truth, I want to be a rock star. I always have. I also want to be a comic book artist, a music video director and an independent film director. Life has a way of making me want the jobs that I could probably never have. Well, now I really can’t have them. Why you ask? The answer is simple. I’m dead.

No, not ‘dead as a doornail’ dead, or ‘six feet under’ dead (that happened once. Would not like to re-experience that). I mean as in undead, or a vampire if you prefer. No. I’m not one of those vampires that doesn’t drink blood. Drinking blood is a must for true vampires. How ever, thanks to modern technology, you can now just take some donated blood from a hospital and microwave it. There are even secret traders that go and sell black market blood. I drink that kind. Oh, wow. I’m rude. I haven’t even said my name yet, have I?

My name is Ryder March… well it was until I ‘died’. You see, when you are reborn as a vampire, your last name changes to that of your creator… who in my case was the gorgeous, yet psychotic and obsessive Jessamine Elof Vondescure. Jessamine physically forced me into vampirism as well, a crime punishable by death (not to mention I’m also a minor) in the vampire society. Luckily, she managed to slink her hot red heels out of that one somehow (and we all know how). Currently, I live with her and her other vampire, Jason Rigimnd Vondescure. He’s kind of a dick to me and doesn’t seem to accept me into his family. But I guess you cant make everyone happy, and its not like I’m here by choice. Anyways, I’m sure you’re wondering how this all started, and I’ll tell you exactly what happened. But I figure I should state one thing. I’m not a full fledged vampire yet. I’m a halfer. A half vampire is created when a human only consumes the blood. The blood takes a few years to cycle through the body and the body remains the age it was. It also gives you some enhanced abilities and makes you crave blood. But you don’t have to drink it. You get light headed in sunlight, but it wont kill you. But in order to have the real power, the real abilities, you have to have the vampire transfer it’s blood into your blood stream. Immortal for life after one transfer, but bonded to your creator for life. That’s what Jessamine plans to do to me, but she wants me to be able to run errands for awhile for her and Jason. Then she’ll apparently turn me into a real vampire. I know what some of you are thinking. Why don’t you just go home? Normally I would. I wouldn’t hesitate. In fact, I’ve tried. But there’s something preventing me. And that’s the type of vampire Jason is. You see, Jason had something weird happen to him when he was turned. Something in his genes turned him into a day walking vampire. So he body guards me because Jessamine has threatened to kill him if I escape. So, I’m pretty much a prisoner. Oh how fun. How this all started, now, that’s just as fun filled with stupid mistakes only a teenager of my type could make. But not now, I’ve got to go. Jason is calling me. We’ve got to go on another errand, and he sounds annoyed. So, I’ll see you all later. Bye for now

- Ryder March Vondescure