Watching the crowds of people from above I couldn't help but think about how many are and weren't human.
Couldn't help think about the many ways that could easily kill a mortal. One could die from being murdered, another from fire, or maybe got hit, or just simply die of old age.
Old age.
The very thought of that made me smirk. I bet many of them feared dying of old age and wished for a different way out. I even bet many of them wanted to become old and have a sort of accomplishment for reaching the old age.
Death will never come to me though, nor will he knock on my front door.
Why you may ask? The answer, simple and bitter sweet, I'm not mortal. I haven't been one since 1911. By now I should be well over one hundred and should be dead in the ground.
But I'm not.
It's like they say in movies. It's hard to kill a vampire.
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Beneath The Skin
Vampire"What do you see in the mirror?" "A monster that you created." A woman working as a supernatural hit-man, lives her life in a city. Her past hunting her thoughts of the one she once viewed with love. Now with disdain. She attempts to live out her da...
