I could tell that school had just gotten out for this town, with every girl walking down the street, drunken and wild, wearing close to nothing. And every guy hoping he'd get lucky tonight with a girl, I could tell it was a celebration. It hurt to realize that all these mortals are wasted away by addictions and passion. Though being who I am today is nothing short of a curse, even the worst things in life can teach you the most important lessons. Like how to live like it's your last, without being a run - down, self - destructive human being with nothing left to give but a season of good times.
Sticking my hands into the pockets of my jeans, I walked down the street with a sorrowful glance at two girls passing by. They couldn't be any older then 16, yet were walking around half naked, reeking from cigarettes, and bottles of beer in hand. I gave a glance behind my shoulder just a moment to watch a couple of guys come up to them.
I didn't mean to sound old - though I was quite old - back in my day, girls wouldn't smell nor look like that. And men wouldn't find woman like that attractive. They'd find girls like that what I found them like - trash. I shook my head and kept going. A slight breeze pushed my blonde hair over one hazel eye, and I ran my fingers through it to have it go back.
Was it really just one hundred years ago that people had something they lacked in this day and age? Self respect. I sighed, sticking my hand back in my jeans pockets and walking on down the street. With my vampiric senses, I could hear music blasting from a club, and could imagine the horrific stuff going on inside. Call me old fashioned - which I always was and always will be - but I found those things horrendous.
Sometimes, I wished I wasn't a vampire - not because I was a 'monster'. But so I didn't have to watch the world slowly fall apart. But then I see how fun it is to hear conversations far away and I get over it.
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