The first time I saw vampires existed was when I was five. I didn't think that the scary stories I was told was to be true. I always thought that those stories are for little kids who were naughty enough to go running outside man. They were myth, legends, they were just a tool used to scare of little children.
But I was different, I wasn't told they had existed because I was naughty or I manage to scurry off in my mother lap when it was time to sleep. No. They told me that I should never tell anyone that vampires existed, they told me that I should never tell a soul that I knew they existed. People around me had never told me they didn't existed because they did.
Those blooded fanged monster existed, and I should never ever associated myself to know. Funny, they didn't want to be close enough to the thing they had been dictating my whole entire life. I always thought it was ridiculous, and I comply with them even if I didn't understand because I didn't want to upset anyone.
But I couldn't seem to erase a memory I held so closely that made curious of those fanged monster, It was late, the moon full and white, and I could remember how everyone was running around in despair and in fear. I could remember how they had a heated debate on what to do with me. That is until mom came to picked me up and hid me behind the thick velvet curtains, I was lowered inside a basket with ton of fabric closing in me.
I thought that day they had enough of my existence and they wanted to seal me of as quiet as possible. But that night, their words came pretty clear in my ears, not a threat but a warning. It was either my life or theirs.
But how can a little girl like me, full of curiosity just sat down quietly without peeking into the world to get a taste of what she had thought to be afraid of? But then I knew, those fanged monsters was someone I couldn't mess with. Remembering how those monster travel menacingly every time, and every moment their gleaming red eyes beam into the light, I know they were different than I was.
"Where is the child?"
They had been looking for me, but why? Why were trying to find me and I was not easily given up by the people who took me in.
"Dead."
I still remember how cold my mother voiced out those words like nothing, when I was very much alive. I remember how I slowly put my hands in my heart and I could feel the faint but heart hammering sound of my beating heart. I didn't know why it was important for me to stay still with breath frozen in time.
Who knew that the word 'death' was an option I had hope to be true at that time, if I could pick those moments yet again, I would have agree with mom and say I was practically dead.
But that was around 17 years ago, being 23 years old do change you more than you, that day maybe if they had told the opposite will I be in the position I am right now? That is until I realized that the monster was not those who were looking for you, or even the people who you had called a family.
Whoever they were, they decided that my fate was sealed before I could choose by myself on how my stories can go.
and to be honest, I knew they thought it was a big mistake to leave me with no choice. Not even one.