My Preface

All my life, the same stories have been told, the ones with a handsome prince and a gorgeous damsel in distress. I always found myself predicting the ending, and of course I was always right. Every story since I was young has ended in “happily ever after”. Yet, the woman’s eyes in front of me, gauging my expression for fear, left little room for ambiguity, and that my ending would be everything but a happy one. It hurt to think of reality, how cold it is, how lonely it is.
I stared fearlessly into the face of an immortal. Should I think of her as only that way now, instead of the same woman who nursed me and taught me right from wrong? It all seemed rather ironic now that my own mother, the one who brought me into this world, would be the one to take me out.
No, I thought. She isn’t my mother. Though the words were somewhat spiteful, they held to be true. While I was not afraid of her, I couldn’t repress an overpowering surge of sympathy. She hungered every aspect of my blood—from the satisfaction of drinking to the memories that rushed unchecked and countless. Did she remember at all who she was? Does she have any idea how much Johnny and I loved her?
I couldn’t help but notice her chest heaving breaths, as if she were trying to control herself. Her face was taut, eyes sharp of every movement I made. She hadn’t move yet, but I was sure it was only a matter of time.
I was amazed by how many thoughts raced through my mind. Originally, I had doubts about leaving. Perhaps it still wasn’t too late to turn around. I could run for about a mile without stopping. But even if I could manage escaping, could I force myself to go into hiding? Could I walk into that lonely house, with Johnny’s corpse still on the floor, to rummage through my things and find the few necessities to survive? I highly doubted it. Not only was there no hope in running from her, I had no chance in hiding. She would find me wherever I went. So for the meantime, I mustered every ounce of strength I could to keep my face indifferent.
These could be my last few moments, I realized in a split second with a thousand feelings exploding in my mind, the strongest being the pang of loneliness.
No. Not lonely. I had someone. I loved someone. Isn’t that what life is all about? A silent tear strolled down my cheek as his face appeared in my mind. The princes of fairytales had nothing on his beauty, his courage, or his kisses.
All thoughts came to a screeching halt as the savage beast quit questioning my sanity. She grinned, sliding her cold hand across my neck, tilting it just slightly. Her other hand lightly grazed over the skin. I assumed it was to clear the hair, but that was pointless since the cold winter air thrashed my hair in all directions.
“Ready?” She smiled triumphantly. Her canine teeth were shining, somehow impossibly white under the moonlight. They looked like the needles doctors use to prick the finger, except longer, sharper and aimed for the neck. And I imagined a lot more painful as well.
I pushed the fear aside, resolved on thinking of my beloved. Tears now covered my face, but her eyes were glued to my throat, her prize. I nodded quietly, and then closed my eyes. On the black canvas of my inner-eyelids, I pictured how it could have been had I simply fallen asleep in my angel’s arms not even an hour ago.
As her teeth pierced the skin, I let out a small scream, abandoning my last hope of a decent conclusion to my tragic story.

--For some reason, it won't let me indent my paragraphs, so it may be a little...wacky. But what do you think?--