Marcus
Peace.
Ease.
Humanity.
It was what all I felt, the horror of being a vampire was draining off my body, and I found myself in a field. My mother stepped out from the small house we had in the west.
“Marco!” she yelled, her sweet voice echoing through the area. “Dinner is ready, you should come inside before it gets dark, and stormy.”
I said my goodbyes to the group of boys and went inside the house. It had been a few years now since my father had told me about vampirism. He hid it from my mother all his life as she was a human and turning one of them was impossible.
The sweet scent of fresh food hit me and a smile formed on my face as I went inside the dining room. I found my father seated in his place, reading a newspaper and looking like he had never aged—it was one of
