<div style="text-align: center">From the age of ten you adopted me from the foster home. I was one of the ill orphans that nobody thought would survive the year, so nobody ever thought to take me on, but somehow, I kept managing to push on through and surprise the people who cared for me. Was it pity? I’ve always been too nervous to ask you. From the moment you adopted me and made me feel welcome within your own home, I instantly fell in love with you. The doctors continued to visit me weekly, but it quickly turned to monthly visits when my health continued to sky-rocket. From the moment I left foster care, they started asking what treatment you were giving me. But you just passed it off with the same answer every time – Love.<br/>
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Love…<br/>
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You gave me a tutor who came every day, Monday to Friday during the day while you were else where and when the tutor left, you finally came home to see me to bed – Which to this day I still find unfair. But life is full of surprises and you didn’t seem to surprise when I started acting out against you just to get your attention. Why were you only coming home during night hours? Why couldn’t I go with you? Why were there so many secrets? For years, they drove me mad and there were countless nights I was sent to bed without any dinner, or given time-outs, but no punishment seemed to work. I think deep down you knew it was because I missed you, but you were bound to your secret and it infuriated me to the point I started to plan away to get back at you for it. To punish you instead… But I wasn’t expecting my rebelling act to be my last act in the human world…<br/>
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I waited until Saturday (now age twenty) morning when I knew you wouldn’t be in the house and quickly got dressed into whatever the staff had laid out for me. You always had two people in the house to clean and manage the place and I’d often wondered if they were really hired to look after the house, or to baby sit me. But they weren’t really babysitting material. I had breakfast like normal and waited until three in the afternoon before I made my escape out of the grand house and into town. I’d finished school, but you were starting to teach me about History and Language to gain me a master’s degree. But half the time you were always late… So why couldn’t I have a little fun?<br/>
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The town was large and a place you seemed to despise. It seemed like the perfect place to hide from you, but I was far from wrong. People weren’t nice here, and I was always a hermit and wasn’t allowed to leave our property – for good reason. You see, I hadn’t died for one reason – your blood. You’d slip it into my food to give me strength, drip it into my red wine before bedtime. It was prefect. I had no idea you were some form of supernatural being. My mind just couldn’t put the two pieces together, but now I see the Victorian house and your weird fashion sense should have been a good give away.<br/>
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At the bar some people wanted to have ‘fun’ shall we say and spiked my drink. I was fine for a while, but it quickly went downhill after that. Whatever they’d put in my drink mixed with my poor respiratory system and I could no longer stand on my own two feet. The reaction from the pill the guys had given me wasn’t one they’d been expecting, and they quickly bailed and left me to flee the crime they were about to create, but luckily the bar tender came to my aid and took me home, but they didn’t exactly walk me to the door. I couldn’t really blame them; our house did look a little – haunted.<br/>
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So, I said a quick thanks and one of the staff members ran to my aid. I hadn’t even noticed the bar maid calling home. Was I that out of it? My body felt so cold and I still found it hard to breath outwards. My vision had quickly become fuzzy and when the staff got me inside, I collapsed onto my knees with my palms on the floor in front of me, head bowed and shaking all over. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest, and I could feel it hammering against my ribs. This was it… I hadn’t just punished you, I’d also wiped myself from existence.<br/>
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But then someone scooped me up and before I could register what was happening, I was being laid down on something soft. Where was I? I wasn’t even sure if I was still in the house or if someone had taken me away again. But I had a sense of calm that suddenly took over me when I was forced to sit and lean back against someone. I could feel their cold breath tickling against my heated neck as they spoke, yet I couldn’t hear their words. Was I dead? I knew I was dying and completely disorientated, but I had no control of my body. But then something set against my lips and made them wet. The liquid manages to meet my tongue, and some slid down my throat and encouraged me to try to swallow. After a few minutes I was able to lift my arms and hold onto whatever was giving me the liquid. I gripped and drank more and more until I had to gasp for air, air that didn’t hurt my lungs. I could breathe again and my body felt completely restored and when I opened my eyes I could see again, clearly. But I’d never expected your healing potion to be your own blood. Seeing what I was drinking made my stomach turn and I quickly released and tried to register what had happened. It was night-time and I knew you weren’t happy. I had a tone of questions and over a thousand ways to apologies, but I couldn’t speak, I was completely frozen from shock and confusion. I should’ve been dead yet here I was, breathing and sitting with my back to your chest looking up at you and all I could do was sit there with watery eyes… how pathetic and I found myself asking me the same question I asked myself every time I messed up - What have I done. I couldn't read anything on your face, were you sad? Angry? I was waiting you to do something, to say something. But you just sat there looking at me with one arm still wrapped firmly around my waist. I was too scared to speak in case nothing came out, but after a few moments I managed to gather myself enough to lower my eyes and release a shagged breath. "Please say something"​</div>