Destined Fate (A Vampire Story) ~Private~

Name: Charles ( goes by Charlie)
Age: looks 18


Charlie had fallen for the wealthy daughter without a blink of an eye. Together they had a secret loving romance. They even drempt of just running away together and become immortal mates. Of course being such destined mates they gave thier bodies to each other in the dead of night. Each loving caress ensured the conception of thier child. There was no way his lover could go on without telling her parents. Her father, blinded by rage struck out a force so full of anger that instead of killing him , his child layed in a pool of blood, the blood Charlie had never tasted. Full of greif and sarrow Charlie fled to the family's crypt where he waited for his beloved's body. He sat in the crypt slightly going mad with grief and his undying love for her that he never left her resting place. Unaware of her parent's evil intentions, he felt the full force of the curse that was placed upon him. He fled once more to city to city for centuries, avoiding the doomed fate both he and the reincarnated girl would have if he ever ran into her. He thought he had done a good job of feeling everywhere that he stopped in the 21st century in a town so small that no one would know him or ever seen him before. Besides what was the chance of running into her. He couldn't bear to see the reincarnated girl or see her die. He couldn't watch another death of his beloved.

Charlie had seen a young girl step out of a car. He grinned, blood. He notice she was looking this way so he moved away from the window. He grunted as he moved around the living room of the house. He couldn't wait for the sun to go down. It wasn't that the sun hurt him, his eyes just hated bright light and it was hard to adjust to if he hadn't been out in it all day since morning when it was less bright.

Charlie groaned as he flopped down on the couch. He was bored. The vamp roomates he lived with were sleeping still. They were traditional vampires whom looked after him and acted as his parental figures if needed. They were vampires since the 1600s thus making them incharge of him.

He grunted heavily as he heard someone knock on the door. Maybe he if ignore it they would go away, but then he would get yelled at by the others for not welcoming the dinner into the house. He sighed as he went to the door, he didn't want to be social. He opened the door " Hello" he said trying not to sound bored.

NO it couldn't be! His eyes widened. " Oh well..... welcome to the nieghboorhood and all that." he said trying to escape from her. He tried to act shy so she would get uncomfortable around him. He needed her to go, he needed to think! This was bad. Oh this was soooo bad.

" Yeah um thanks thats great......um I have some...chores in the...grass place....you know....cut it and stuff.....maybe later.....I'm not really um....decent............." he said looking down at himself. He was in boxer shorts and a white tanktop thata clung to his body. " Um yeah later..........thanks...uhh welcome to the neighboorhood.......uhh" He really needed her to go! THIS WAS NOT GOOD!!!!!!!!!!

" Um ok." He said. " Im sorry Im being rather rude but Im shy. And I don't socialize much with people." he said. He didn't know why he was feeling soft for her....wait he did know why. BUt he had to do something about it.

He shut the door and slid down to the floor. " Oh no oh no oh no" he said gripping his hair.


the fourth vampire who lived in the house with him came by and was eating something in a wrapper, like a sandwhich but Charlie didn't see it. " So um who was that" he smacked his lips as he ate.


" A girl" He replied


" hot dog, we can have some fun with her eh?" he grinned


Charlie wanted to strangle him for thinking that about her but then he didn't want to feel anger because that anger was a direct relative to love, the love of that girl whom he knew before she knew who she was. He remembered the curse and he couldn't see her die again because of that curse. He couldn't kill her but then he couldn't bear the pain of watching her die each century when he saw her.