(Pre) Prologue

This is the start of a story I've been working on for a couple years now.

Prologue

            Okay, so I’m Emile Embson. I’m almost three hundred and fifty three. Yup that’s right, three hundred.  As you might have guessed by now, I am a vampire.  I know, I know, you probably want to stop reading now. I understand vampirism has been overdone and beat into the ground and chewed up and spit out.  And I apologize; Stephanie Meyer was a crazy b***h on crack. It’s not her fault she wrote horribly and couldn’t stop. So before you sigh disappointedly and put down the book, let me explain a few things.

1)     Let’s get the traditional clichés out of the way first. I can see myself in mirrors and/or pictures etc. etc.

2)     I DO NOT F*****G SPARKLE.

3)     My body is not, I repeat NOT dead. That doesn’t even make sense. It’s a DNA mutation. The reason people age is because over time their DNA depletes and becomes damaged.  My DNA doesn’t go through the normal wear and tear yours does. That’s why I don’t age; it’s a sort of disease you could say. I’m essentially still human, I just can’t die.

4)     The only time blood even comes NEAR my mouth is if I’m infecting someone else. The pathogen is in my blood and saliva. So when I bite someone else, their blood mixes with my spit, and TA-DA!

Author's Note

All comments welcome, as are reviews :)

Reviews

[K-LeB Deathman]

Thing 2 made me like this immensely, while still burning in an exquisete rage. I 'm now going to go sharpen my wooden stakes, while thinking about when Emile learned that it was a disease that mutated his DNA.

[Matt]

i like :D