My Fiction.

Marilyn, a girl I had known all of my life, and had come to cherish deeply, was sitting on her front porch crying. I watched her, she had heard that I had died. If only I had stayed dead. My skin, once tan, was bleached white. My hair seemed to be a darker shade of black…and my eyes…once a dark blue, were now like glowing ice.
Her dark waves fell over her shoulders, and her creamy tan skin went unblemished. She was a lady—always into wearing her hoopskirts and applying powder, even when she was young. I smiled slightly. Then she looked up, with a tear streaked face, directly at my hiding spot by the apothecary. I moved back into the shadows, but puzzlement crossed her catlike blue-green eyes.
She stood up slowly, and wiped the tears on the sleeves of her new black dress and walked slowly toward the alley. My eyes widened and I backed up. “Stop!” She yelled, and began running.
She lifted her skirts and ran as fast as she could. I backed against the end of the brick alley and she plowed into me. “Andrew?” She whispered looking at me.
My eyes widened and I tried, but I couldn’t get away from her intoxicating scent. “Marilyn, get away.” I whispered.
She smiled, recognizing my voice. “I knew you weren’t dead.” She whispered.
Then she really looked at me. “My God.” She whispered.
I looked away, ashamed. If only she knew the horrors I had caused in the short days of my supposed “death”.
“I am dead.” I said quietly.
She took hold of my shirt and pulled me. I didn’t even respond. “Andrew, listen to me. I know what you are. You must leave this place. They will kill you permanently.” She whispered fiercely.
I looked into her eyes. “Why should I live?”
Tears filled her eyes once more and she brought her lips to mine. When she pulled back I was stunned. “Because I love you,” she whispered, and pushed me away.
I left the village that night, but I stopped by her home before. I climbed through her window as she slept—silent as a cat—and kissed her forehead. “I love you. I promise…” I swallowed hard. “I promise we’ll meet again, Marilyn. I promise.” And I was gone.