Rainy Day Narrative

I could tell from the greying clouds in the sky that there was a storm on it’s way. The wind was blowing hard and the leaves on the trees were swaying back and forth. I sat on my bed looking out the window smiling to myself. I was going to do it tonight. Tonight was the night I was going to finish my transformation. This is the day I’ve been waiting for ever since I was 5. That’s when I found out who i really was. I was not the person i thought i was. Thinking about it brings back too many sour memories but i push those to the back of my mind. I’m done worrying about what others are thinking about me. I don’t care anymore, after i get my full powers i’m going to show them all who i really am. *Evil Laugh* The time on the wall clock changes

She is a workaholic and I hate that. I walked over to the neighborhood cemetery. This is where it all began and this is where it's all going to become one. I open the gate quietly and walk in. It's so quiet with only the sound of the wind blowing in the trees. I make my way towards that middle where there is a small clearing with benches to sit on. As I get closer I notice a silhouette sitting on a bench. “Mark, is it You?” I ask approaching the figure. As I get closer I notice the tattoos on his arm of a bat and I knew it was him. “No questions, are you for This?” he asks me already taking out syringes and bottles and bottles of who knows what. I nod at him still staring at the syringes. “How long will this take?” I ask. He doesn't answer and I start to get annoyed. “four hundred dollars.” He says putting his palm out towards me. “How can I trust You?” he narrows his eyes at me and says, “look, it's me who shouldn't trust you. I went all the way to England for this stuff so stop playing games with me.” He says his voice showing a hint of irritation. I take out my wallet and place the carefully folded wad of cash in his palm and watch him count

I look at her narrowing my eyes. “How do you know where I’ve been?” I fire back at her. She looks at me guiltily and sighs. I get ready for the speech that I heard one too many times. “Raven, you know how work is important to me, right?” She asks saying word for word. “No, but what I do know is that you don’t care about this family.” I say. I watch her closely for any reactions, but she doesn’t give any. Either she doesn’t care or she is just way too good at hiding her emotions. I wait for a response but she doesn’t give me one, just standing there and staring at the wall behind me not even looking at me. I walk up the stairs to my room. I wasn’t feeling too well and as soon as I entered my room everything around me started to spin and the only thing I could think about was how I was going to live through these side effects. ~Day 2~ I wake up with a pounding headache and my body aching so much. I walk to the mirror in the bathroom and look for any physical sign of change. As far as I could see there was nothing. I got dressed slowly that even I could notice how slow it was. As I was walking down the stairs to the kitchen I felt a sudden burst of energy. I skipped down the stairs hoping not to break my neck. When I got there, there was a letter waiting on the dining table for me. That was unusual. I almost never get any mail. I opened to see that it was a letter from the Vamp