1 Chp 1:Boring normal life

Evan POV:

My eyelids lay heavy but an unquenchable thirst echoed through my throat.

"arghhh"

With a groan, I rolled out of my bed. I slowly staggered my way towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. A blast of icy cold air rushed past me and sent shivers down my spine. I reach towards the only item on the shelves, a blood bag.

A type O blood bag in fact. my favorite, like hell I'd drink some other trash.

I stab a metal straw through and begin to devour my nutritional breakfast. Grabbing the tv remote, I scamper towards the couch and begin to skip through all the channels whilst slurping my breakfast.

I continue to do so until something catches my eye. It was some reality tv show with lots of drama in it. These humans love their drama, and if I'm being completely honest, I love it too. Theres just something about it that is so fascinating. But then again surely they don't actually think people believe what happens is real.

Anyway if you haven't realized already, I'm a vampire, a blood sucker, a monster, a blood drinking demon. whatever you want to refer to me as, I don't really care. The main point is that I drink human blood in order to survive, and I'm immortal, yep I don't die of old age. In fact, I'm actually 2,304 years old. It's not old at all for my kind, I'm actually seen as more of a baby if anything.

The problem is that being immortal is boring. I do the same thing every day, all day. No changes or unexpected things happen in my life, it's just boring old me wasting away in my boring old one bedroom apartment all by myself.

Of course every few years I move out to a different place to avoid suspicion arising, as my youthful charming face doesn't age.

But apart from that I dont really leave my apartment. It's not like I go to work or anything, I just compelled some rich dude to give me some money every week. Yea, 'compulsion', that's one of my vampireistic powers. To control or more like, very strongly persuade humans to do my bidding. With a quick deep look into my scarlet version of my eyes they do everything I desire. I do this to get my blood too. I compell someone every now and then from the hospital to deliver a new supply of blood to my door. It's much easier to avoid suspicion being placed onto me if I get someone to do it for me.

Or I do go out on special occasions for some fresh pulsating blood from the vein. I just use my compulsion to erase their memory. But I can't tell what blood type they are until I smell their blood or taste it. Which sucks because I prefer type O. So I dont really use this meathod as I'm quite particular with my food.

"knock knock knock"

A sudden knock at the door brings me out of my thoughts and I'm brought back to reality.

'Who the hell could that be, knocking on my door this early in the morning.'