*I'm so sorry >.< I've been rather busy with some other things that I've had no brain for this. Anyways, I've decided to try out first person POV, though I must warn...I've never really done it before, and I dont think I'm good at it -shy smile-*
I heard a small
whooshing sound in my ear. My eyes slowly opened, and at first all I saw was darkness. As I blinked several times I realized I was in the same place. I stood up and wrinkled my nose at the scent of Jeremy's blood. I felt my face getting paler than it had already been, and I quickly covered my nose, trying my best not to loose any control at that moment. I grabbed my guns and I quickly ran out of the scene, leaving his dead body.
I hate how reckless I can be at times. I've always known that there has been a limit to my strength and the things I do, I mean I can still do them but I have to be careful, unlike the other vampires, that if I pass that limit I'm going to end up coughing blood…like earlier. It is truly a horrible feeling, and there are people (or vampires) that make you feel even worse, as if you weren't as good as them. Things like that make me feel like an outsider at times, and it's hard to believe someone feels the same way I do.
I kneeled by the river and cleaned the small amount of dry blood on my skin. I looked at my reflection, why did I had to have such pale skin? I looked a lot like my mother…it's strange that I still remember her though, but it's a good memory. I kept walking.
Ian...even if I didn't show it, I really couldn't believe he was fully gone. He did a lot for me. I couldn't help but to wonder...who was I going to lose next?
I realized that I had finally arrived. I was in downtown. I came to a small halt and looked at my surroundings. Some people were staring at me, was my skin really
that pale?. I slightly grinned, I had some strong issues with my skin. I held in a chuckle and kept walking.
*=] . soo, who's next??