Author's Note: To work on using my voice I thought it would be fun to use an insane man's voice in my story. Please give me feedback on my syntactic device usage and my voice.
The "vampire," people called me, but a bloodsucker I was not. Little old me? Hah! Vampires symbolize pain, blood, death. In fact, I don't remember doing anything wrong. I held open doors for others, escorted old ladies across the street, and brushed my teeth before bed. Sometimes I heard things, but that didn't make me weak or insane! It simply meant I had better hearing than everyone else. My senses were strong and they helped me survive on my own. All alone.
Drip Drop.
My mouth and nose were wet. It had been a long walk, a long day, a long time since I last ate. Anyone else would be delusional by now, but not me. I was well rested--just a bit thirsty--but ready to continue my journey. Milwaukee to New York was at least a million miles. I deserved a treat! My two feet had been through much. Blood trickled through the seams of my shoes, sometimes leaving traces with my footsteps.
Drip Drop.
A snack! That's what I needed, my intake had been low. I hadn't stopped since Detroit for a sip. Roam, roam, roam, a song flew through my head. I sang for a mile or two until I was rudely interrupted by my dear stomach. It was devastating sometimes, how I bled. My stomach, nose, mouth, even my feet bled. Sometimes it made me thirsty -- hungry even! Where to get my next snack? Should I wait until I get to New York? Could I make it?
Drip Drop.
I wasn't sure where I was. I don't believe I know to this day! It must have been New York, as big as it was. But I don't think I had never been there before. Everyone was wearing red! It was bit strange; none of the people there had faces either. They wore red pants, shirts, and dresses. I liked it. I could've lived there it relaxed me so much! It was like I slid instead of walked. Everything was great; it was grand! But that one man. The one silly man wearing the purple plaid suit.
Drip Drop.
Why? Why would you wear such a thing? To disrupt the peace -- unacceptable! As I stared him down, my eyes began to ache. The red took over until I could barely make out the man, but he was the only one I saw. My eyes -- they hurt when I closed them. However, I couldn't keep them open! By this point the man noticed me watching from afar. He ran. Oh, he was fast -- but I was faster. I was stronger too -- I just knew it!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop.
The pain was getting worse. I had to focus on the man, I couldn’t let him out of my sight. All that confidence in his stride…must have been A negative. I preferred O but at the time either would have been acceptable.
Drip Drop.
I needed to scream, to run, to eat! My senses were fading.
Drip Drop.
I couldn't breathe, my vision was blurring, I tasted blood- my blood. Yet still I ran, the prize would be worth the pain. One last step and I had him! You see, vampires would show no mercy at this point, but I thought deep into the situation and realized that this man had only a few years left anyway! Everyone must die eventually. I lunged toward the man, seizing his throat. He screamed like a baby.
Drip Drop.
I grabbed the man, my nose coming back into existence, and I inhaled. I looked around for the man's suit to see if my eyes still pained me, but my eyes became distracted once I reached its collar. No longer in pain, my eyes, distracted away from the man's suit, focused only on the large vein right along his shoulder vein. Right along his shoulder blade was a large vein, it was purple and throbbing with fear. I couldn't stand it much longer! My thirst had become sickening. I dug in with my teeth ripping through the first few layers of skin. Instantly, my thirst was satisfied, my senses strong, and my strength replenished. Everyone knows the best way to heal one's wounds is with another's blood.
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