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[Legendary Mashine]

Heeere's the introduction.
Lemme know if wants post moar.



Dear Daphne,

I have something very important to tell you, and I regret that I couldn't say it in person. If I gave you the details, you wouldn't believe a word of it, so I'm just going to give you the basic rundown. But first, there are a few things you have to promise me.
First of all, don't tell anyone. I mean, you can tell Chris a little bit about it and stuff, but don't let a word of this leak out to my parents or teachers or anyone like that. And don't get the police involved. Don't let ANYONE get the police involved. If I see myself on the news, on Amber Alert or anything like that, I WILL find out some way to get the snot beaten out of you. Really.
Anyway, I'm leaving. I'm leaving the town, and probably the state, and maybe even the country if I really need to. Something happened, and I don't know where and I don't know when, and like I said I can't tell you… you'd never believe me if I did. I would show you if I could, but there's not enough time for that. I just have a really big problem, and I need to go away to get it all sorted out, and maybe I'll find you again if I get the chance to, but for now I just need to take all my really important things and get out of here. I'm not quite sure where I'll stay on the way, but I do know that I'll be alright, and I want you to remember that I'll miss you, so don't worry. Snowball is coming with me, so at least that's taken care of, and…

Have you ever dreamt of being king for a day? Queen, princess, whatever, just a chance to be royalty? A chance to be in charge of everything. To have the power, the prestige, the glory. The world could be your oyster. Or, could it? Well, it's really not all it seems. In fact, if you ever get the chance, say no and run. For your own good, believe me. I'll tell you why if you want to listen, and I hope I don't offend you, but if you don't want to listen, I don't mind. I'm used to being ignored.
Since my dad is the CEO of a large school supply company, my family is really rich. We've got a mansion in Massachusetts, and a summer home in Canada with a yacht. I never had any siblings, so I got to have everything to myself. In high school, I was on the highest-honor roll, in all advance placement classes, and the track team star. I wanted to be a lawyer, so I applied for Harvard, and I was accepted. I almost had a shot at the Olympics for running, too, but I decided I didn't want to. And yet, despite this all, I could never have been more miserable.
Because right around my senior year of high school, I started to feel like I was really sick or something. I always felt lightheaded; I ate, and ate, and ate, and I still always felt hungry. My weight dropped dramatically, and it was already low to begin with. My skin felt blotchy and it burnt; even my teeth and gums felt strange, and it wasn't just my braces. I went to one doctor, then another, then another, and none of them could agree on a solution. Oddly enough, this is what led to me knowing what it was like to be "king for a day," or, really, much longer; I figured it out one day, when I was having blood taken.
I saw that thick, red liquid coming out of me, going up that tube, and my mouth felt dry. I was thirsty, and hungry, and even a bit horny when I saw it; I would have grabbed and eaten anything you put in front of me, even a steak, at that moment. Thankfully, I passed out first. When I woke up later, on my bed, I began to pack my stuff, and I wrote Daphne that letter.

My name is Darien, and I guess I could say I'm sixteen years old. I'm vegan because I love animals; my favorite animals are rabbits, and I had one named Snowball. I fed him lots of veggies and played with him a lot. I like reading, especially fantasy, and I like playing Dungeons and Dragons, and track is my favorite sport. I don't really like other sports much; even if I am a really good runner, I'm also sort of a homebody, and I'm kind of still afraid of being hit with a ball or something. I have to cook my own food a lot since I'm vegan, too, so I've grown to really enjoy cooking. Blue and orange are my favorite colors, and people tell me I act like a hippie, because I listen to Pink Floyd and stuff, and especially because I think free national healthcare is a good idea. Oh, yeah… and I'm the Supreme Overlord of the Undead.
… Yeah, I know. You don't have to tell me.
The moment I realized I was a vampire, that I was slowly going to become nocturnal as my sensitivity to the sun increased, that I would need to drink human blood to live, that no one would believe me if I told them and that I'd never be able to be normal again… well, if I wanted somewhere to live, I had to seek out others like me. I took the Greyhound bus from place to place, and I brought only the things I'd really need, like some clothes, some books, all the money I had, and my rabbit. Food was hard to come by, because even if blood filled part of me I still needed regular food to fill my stomach; I never thought I'd have to resort to petty theft, but there I was, pilfering Fritos from a gas station when the attendant's back was turned. Finally, I found some others, and they taught me everything I needed to know.
I learned that I didn't need to drink a lot of blood, just a few sips a week and I would be okay. I learned about the powers of strength, speed, and hypnosis that I had, and how to use them along with the proper incision to take blood from people without hurting them or having them notice me. I found out that I didn't have to worry about becoming evil or anything like that, and I was also taught how to remain "underground," so to speak, so that no one would discover my anomaly. With a fake identity, I did odd jobs for people in the evenings, like shoveling driveways and raking leaves, as I moved from town to town trying to find an apartment I could afford to rent with the money I was making. Once I got settled in, then I'd make the larger and more important decisions, I thought. I was grateful that they even bothered to help get me on my feet at all in the first place.
I didn't know, though, where following them into their mysterious society would take me. I wanted to do anything to fit in and to have a place with them, as we often do when we're young, and even when they began to request very odd things from me, I went along. I'm really not quite sure why I did, as I should have known better; in high school, I was able to resist peer pressure, so why not here? Perhaps because they were much older than me, and, well… they were vampires. They were authority figures to me, and I had to listen. Even if they were trying to get me involved in an assassination plot. Assassinating their despotic ruler. And taking his place.
Yeah, I know, I know. You can tell where this is going already. But like I already said, you don't have to listen if you don't want to, and I really hope I don't piss you off if you do decide to listen. I hope I'm not boring or anything, and I hope I don't seem whiny or full of myself or anything like that. I'll try not to be, but I'm probably going to anyway. Because even the wealthiest, most powerful person in the world can be really, really miserable.

[Frozenwinters]

XD Horny over blood, that's awesome - But it's not UBER emo.

lolwhathaveIstarted?

[Legendary Mashine]

I actually wrote this a long time ago though. And there's a lot more (like, if I printed it out, single spaced with size 10 font, it'd be at least 50 pages.) and it's still not done yet. @__@

[Frozenwinters]

Better than anything an air-head like me could produce.

[Legendary Mashine]

So, wants moar? :D

[Frozenwinters]

Sure.