He Tastes Like You, Only Sweeter

I never asked to be like this.

I never wanted to make my already tedious and miserable days even more unbearable.

Who in their right mind would choose this life?

This life of bloodlust and endless loneliness?

I wish I could find the one who made me like this and kill him/her, but I simply don't remember that day.

I know little of my previous life and to tell the truth, I don't really care.

Why know about something that you can never regain?

I've always thought memories were a bit bothersome.

You could say that I'm a newborn in this hated life.

Only a year into this life, but already matured much beyond that or any years I previously lived.

There are only a few facts I know for sure about myself.

One, my name is Ryan Ross,

Two, My body is 17 years old, so technically that would make me 18, and

Lastly, you guessed it, I'm a vampire.

**A/N I love making stories. It looks like I just can't get enough of creating more huh? this is actually an old story I wrote about a year ago. I guess I felt that it needs to be posted and appreciated!