Old Friend or New Enemy

I left the apartment today. I could not handle it anymore. I had to get away from the same four walls. I left shortly before sunrise, so he couldn’t follow me. I walked along the beach this morning as the sun began to climb over the city. It was there on the sandy shore I came to an understanding.

I now understand what he expects of me. I have searched a lot of memories. He is old. I mean really old. He and his brother Michael were the original vampires--A punishment from the gods. I would never have believed this if I had not relived that moment.

I also noticed he has never taken a sahead before. Not once in any memory did I see one. It means something to me. He chose me. I’m honored. But the flood comes and goes and I cannot control what I see. So I left.

I continued to walk until I noticed I was being followed. The man stayed far enough behind me so I couldn’t see his face. I kept having the feeling I knew him though. When I confronted him, I wasn’t ready fo