Part 1) Alice's POV.
It had been so long. I wasn't sure exactly where I was hoặc how long I'd wandered, but I was scared. I'd never seen the world, and if I had, then it looked completely different now. What was I to do? There was no one there to explain what had happened to me, though it was easy to guess what I had become. I figured it out the first time I'd hunted. I was basically in the middle of no where, though how I'd gotten there, I didn't know. The point was that the only thing to hunt in the middle of no where were animals, and I was very, very thirsty. A herd of deer had passed bởi the cave I was hiding in, and, wild with thirst, I took them down. That's when I figured out I had become a vampire. "Odd," I đã đưa ý kiến when I'd finished my meal. "I thought ma cà rồng could only drink human blood." Apparently that wasn't so. I wandered, fed when I was thirsty, and, once in a while would come upon human civilization. Though I attempted to stay out of the eyes of the humans, I slipped up thêm than I wanted and killed a few humans. Then I would end up having to go back into the forest and training myself to feed on động vật only. It was a hard life to accomodate to, but I tried, never the less.
Being a vampire was extraordinary. I was extremely fast, strong, graceful, and, when I got the chance to see myself as a vampire for the first time, I was undeniably beautiful. Another thing that I figured out I was able to do over the years of mindless wandering and teaching myself restraint was see visions of the future. The first vision came just before I went hunting, and I saw myself phút later pouncing on the deer. I smiled, sitting back for a một giây to watch the vision, and then remembered how thirsty I was and went back to hunting. Most of my visions, I noticed, were things that happened only phút later, and I found myself starting to push them away, ignoring them because they were things I knew was going to happen, anyway and therefore they weren't all that important.
One day, years later I realized I needed new clothing and, being a vampire with no job and the economy having just come out of the Great Depression a few years back, I wasn't able to buy the clothes. That didn't stop me, though. I went into town and into the nearest shop, grateful that it was empty except for the worker--male, thank goodness; this would work out to my advantage better than I had first thought. I walked up to the counter and acted as innocent as possible while trying to ignore the burning ache in my throat that came with his scent. I did my best; breathing only when necessary and talking very little. In the end, I ended up with some good clothes and some unneeded thực phẩm that the man had offered me. I gave the thực phẩm to a woman with a little girl on the street. Some people, I noticed, were still recovering from the Depression. I borrowed a paper from a very willing newsboy to check the date. It was December 13, 1940. I thanked the newsboy and left town. The ngày didn't seem important, but I felt I needed to know it for some odd reason.
For the moment, I was proud of myself. It was the first time I'd gone into town and left without hurting one person. I was getting a little better. Happy, I decided to hunt some deer.
Part 2) Jasper's POV
It had been a few years since I'd left Peter and món ăn bơm xen, charlotte behind. I could tell that they were always worried about me, and, if I was being honest with myself, I was getting a little tired of the pity. I was tired of the depression, too, of course, but I couldn't escape that when I was the one causing myself the depression. America might have escaped the Great Depression, but I couldn't escape my own depression. I know the majority of it came from when I hunted...but what could I do about that? It wasn't like I could go forever without hunting; I didn't have the control for that. I sighed as I stalked my prey. It was a middle aged man who was depressed himself. It didn't take long to kill him; I usually tried to kill quickly, so they wouldn't have time to feel fear. I was never quick enough, however, and I would feel even thêm depressed afterwards. Why did my life have to be this endless cycle of hate and depression? Why couldn't I find something, anything, good in it? Why did Maria have to choose me? Why me? She could have found someone with equal potential, and left me alone. I could've gone on with my human life, oblivious to the world of the supernatural. If I'd stayed human...where would I be right now? Almost one hundred years old, yes. With a wife, children, and grandchildren, maybe, maybe not. I had possibilities in my human life. I would have retired from the war that the Confederates had Mất tích anyway eventually, and taken a wife, and settled down. I could have had children...two sons and a daughter, and gotten the extraordinary honor of walking her down the aisle at her wedding...could have been there when my grandchildren were born...so many things could have happened. Now my life was an endless, meaningless cycle of self hate and depression. I sighed, realizing that I'd let my imagination run away from me again. Well, it was better than living in the present and facing my depression. I sighed as I got rid of the man's body and went on with my depressed life.
End of Chapter 1) The Beginning
It had been so long. I wasn't sure exactly where I was hoặc how long I'd wandered, but I was scared. I'd never seen the world, and if I had, then it looked completely different now. What was I to do? There was no one there to explain what had happened to me, though it was easy to guess what I had become. I figured it out the first time I'd hunted. I was basically in the middle of no where, though how I'd gotten there, I didn't know. The point was that the only thing to hunt in the middle of no where were animals, and I was very, very thirsty. A herd of deer had passed bởi the cave I was hiding in, and, wild with thirst, I took them down. That's when I figured out I had become a vampire. "Odd," I đã đưa ý kiến when I'd finished my meal. "I thought ma cà rồng could only drink human blood." Apparently that wasn't so. I wandered, fed when I was thirsty, and, once in a while would come upon human civilization. Though I attempted to stay out of the eyes of the humans, I slipped up thêm than I wanted and killed a few humans. Then I would end up having to go back into the forest and training myself to feed on động vật only. It was a hard life to accomodate to, but I tried, never the less.
Being a vampire was extraordinary. I was extremely fast, strong, graceful, and, when I got the chance to see myself as a vampire for the first time, I was undeniably beautiful. Another thing that I figured out I was able to do over the years of mindless wandering and teaching myself restraint was see visions of the future. The first vision came just before I went hunting, and I saw myself phút later pouncing on the deer. I smiled, sitting back for a một giây to watch the vision, and then remembered how thirsty I was and went back to hunting. Most of my visions, I noticed, were things that happened only phút later, and I found myself starting to push them away, ignoring them because they were things I knew was going to happen, anyway and therefore they weren't all that important.
One day, years later I realized I needed new clothing and, being a vampire with no job and the economy having just come out of the Great Depression a few years back, I wasn't able to buy the clothes. That didn't stop me, though. I went into town and into the nearest shop, grateful that it was empty except for the worker--male, thank goodness; this would work out to my advantage better than I had first thought. I walked up to the counter and acted as innocent as possible while trying to ignore the burning ache in my throat that came with his scent. I did my best; breathing only when necessary and talking very little. In the end, I ended up with some good clothes and some unneeded thực phẩm that the man had offered me. I gave the thực phẩm to a woman with a little girl on the street. Some people, I noticed, were still recovering from the Depression. I borrowed a paper from a very willing newsboy to check the date. It was December 13, 1940. I thanked the newsboy and left town. The ngày didn't seem important, but I felt I needed to know it for some odd reason.
For the moment, I was proud of myself. It was the first time I'd gone into town and left without hurting one person. I was getting a little better. Happy, I decided to hunt some deer.
Part 2) Jasper's POV
It had been a few years since I'd left Peter and món ăn bơm xen, charlotte behind. I could tell that they were always worried about me, and, if I was being honest with myself, I was getting a little tired of the pity. I was tired of the depression, too, of course, but I couldn't escape that when I was the one causing myself the depression. America might have escaped the Great Depression, but I couldn't escape my own depression. I know the majority of it came from when I hunted...but what could I do about that? It wasn't like I could go forever without hunting; I didn't have the control for that. I sighed as I stalked my prey. It was a middle aged man who was depressed himself. It didn't take long to kill him; I usually tried to kill quickly, so they wouldn't have time to feel fear. I was never quick enough, however, and I would feel even thêm depressed afterwards. Why did my life have to be this endless cycle of hate and depression? Why couldn't I find something, anything, good in it? Why did Maria have to choose me? Why me? She could have found someone with equal potential, and left me alone. I could've gone on with my human life, oblivious to the world of the supernatural. If I'd stayed human...where would I be right now? Almost one hundred years old, yes. With a wife, children, and grandchildren, maybe, maybe not. I had possibilities in my human life. I would have retired from the war that the Confederates had Mất tích anyway eventually, and taken a wife, and settled down. I could have had children...two sons and a daughter, and gotten the extraordinary honor of walking her down the aisle at her wedding...could have been there when my grandchildren were born...so many things could have happened. Now my life was an endless, meaningless cycle of self hate and depression. I sighed, realizing that I'd let my imagination run away from me again. Well, it was better than living in the present and facing my depression. I sighed as I got rid of the man's body and went on with my depressed life.
End of Chapter 1) The Beginning