life sorce

another story i started...i might finish this one^^

My name was Alex, Alex Grace.  I was 5’9, dark brown hair that hung down to my shoulders, my eyes were the same color as my hair, and my skin was a pale color - not see-through, more like marble. Anyone looking at me would think I spend more then a few hours at the gym a week, my build was muscular but in some odd sense I didn’t look pea-headed at all, in fact it was a miracle due to my short height  I should by all means look like a fool, but I didn’t.
Also because of my build, people often took to thinking I was a jock that was the biggest mistake people made about me - my intelligence level was well above that of a genius.
In my thick trench coat and other winter attire, it was hard to tell I was any different from the next person.
Except for my too-fast-for-human-walking, I was usably vary careful to act human but it was too dark out for people so see my journey down the road - even if there had  been people walking.
I was too quick, too silent, and too …inhuman to have been seen by onlookers.
‘What was I?’ some would ask, to some I would be only a figment to their imaginations, to others I might be close enough to be called a brother, and then yet to others (only one other that I can think of) I would simply be called perfect. But to myself I thought of my self as a monster. I was a life-draining parasite who preyed on unknowing victims, sowing death and destruction. If human laws applied to me I would be the most wanted man ever to walk to earth, wanted for theft, murder, abduction, and who knows what else.
I was an abomination luring young girls to their deaths In legend. Hunted mercilessly by many who knew of my existence, but those who sought my death would never be able to kill me. I was a never sleeping thing
Who could hear better then a dog or wolf, who could see better that any bird of prey, move faster than any snake, I could reason faster that a computer.
Yet there was that one person who would call me perfect.
‘How?” you might ask, but before I can answer that, I have to answer your fist question, ’what am I?’.
Simply put, I am a Vampire.
And to answer your second question, it seems she is able to put aside our differences only because I am her soul mate.
The story goes something like this.

‘blood’ blood  was the only thing on my mind. I was wounded and dieing, and my survival instance were simple. “if you have an injury you need blood, if you’re in too hot of a climate you need blood, if you are touched by sunlight too much you need blood” all of which I had. I had been forced to stand in direct sunlight all day, in Florida no less. Then before I could get to hunting, one of the bands that try to hunt us showed up and attacked me with silver bullets. I had only escaped with my life. Now I was hot, sun-dried, hurt, and poisoned all at once. My body screamed with pain. I simply had to feed before the hour was up, If I didn’t I was likely to die. I jumped along roof tops as stealthy as a cat  I was looking for anyone who was in an ally. It wasn’t long before I seen a young woman, maybe in her early twenties .she was alone and walking down the ally way bold as day. My usual tactics in allys were to jump directly behind them and then kill them from behind. All they knew was a soft thump…and they were dead. Very little pain on their part. However, this method lost a quite amount of blood (the time it took me to turn move around the person) and I didn’t want to lose one drop of this woman’s blood. so instead I jump directly in front of her and launch my self at her, this was the cleanest rout. All of this thought took me one hundredth of a second.
I moved ahead of her `on the roof…checked both ways to make sure there wasn’t anyone walking around, and threw myself towards my destionation. I landed 15 feet in front of her (so much for being able to think at a faster rate then computers, I had forgotten to make sure she was in the right place). I turned to look at her, I’m not sure why I looked at her but I did, and seen the face of an angel.