It’s not easy being the last vampire, like me. There is no one to support

                                                you when you’re having a hard time, because there is no one to understand

                                            you. And there is no one to just laugh with, and have a good time with.

                                      And I can’t die, either. I have to try to make more vampires. I have to make sure

                                my race doesn’t die out. The responsibility is killing me. Not that a small thing as that

can really kill me.

Keeping vampires in existence is not easy. Everyone has shields and weapons against me. I have to be

careful.

There. I have spotted someone without defence. I hope my speed doesn’t fail on me this time, like it did

last time. That was almost fatal to me.

Thank god, it doesn’t. My prey screams in horror as she notices me. If it’s up to me, she will have noticed

me too late.

But it turns out it isn’t up to me. Damn. She isn’t the only one who has been late in noticing something. I

thought this alley was deserted. Apparently, it wasn’t. Her companion was just getting a stone out of her

boot. My speed didn’t fail on me, my luck did.

Why does this always happen to me? I don’t want any responsibilities. I can’t take them.

The companion is getting her gun out. I know she has sunlight bullets. She aims at me. Amazing how she

can follow me. She is obviously very skilled.

I see her finger pulling the trigger. It is as if time has slowed down. I follow the bullet as it flies towards

me.        

I see it hitting me, penetrating me, but I don’t feel it. I’m completely numb. I see myself dying. I want to

close my eyes, but they are already closed. I see it all happening in my mind. Please, let this be quick. Let

the final extinction of the noble vampire race be quick, please.

Written by Nathalie van Basten Batenburg on 28-12-2005