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Last attempt at a story.

And here's the intro.

Tell me what you think.

(supposed to be in all italics!)

Intro

I walked toward her, venom rushing into my mouth. The monster in myself was prepared to do it. I, no, [i]it[/i] was going to kill her. She was crawling away from me, not able to walk after the injuries I had already inflicted. Her breathing was masked by sobbing, as she cried. Her face was red with blood and scrapes, but flooded with tears. Her dark brown eyes watched me as I crept toward her. She was still crawling as if she stood a chance. She began trying to go faster as I was now only a few feet away. She looked me in the eyes, but I couldn't help but flinch. I was going to take the life of a twenty-something year old girl. She, unlike me, had a life to live for. Is what why I had envied her so bad to the point I would kill her?
She was finally able to speak again. "No! Please! Don't!" She cried. I flinched at every word. "I won't tell anybody! Please!"
I kept walking toward her, shaking my head. I wasn't proud of myself. Could she not see that, or was she too fixed on surviving? I was now in front of her, eager to end this treachery for both her, and myself. Her crying hit its peak. She was now screaming, terrified. I could see myself in her teary eyes. My fangs were forcing their way pass my lips, my lips now twitching into a smile at the amusement of feeding. My eyes were a deep crimson, almost black. Her black hair was sticking to her face, caught on her lips. I stood, watching. Why was it taking so long for me to kill her? Naturally, my victim would have been emptied of blood by now, their body left by a lake or stream in the woods.
She was now against a brick wall, her body against it, as if it was comforting her, but was also her worst enemy, as it wouldn't allow her to get away from me. I had to do it. Right now, or else I knew I wouldn't at all. I walked toward her, crouching to be eye-level. She shielded my eye-sight with her arms, as it was too much for her. Her scent was overwhelming me. Her wounds already caused by me were still bleeding.
She slowly lowered her arm. "Please, if you're-" she stuttered. "If you're going to kill me," she began crying again, screaming."-do it now!"
My teeth punctured her neck almost immediately. She let out a slight gasp, her upper body falling to me lifeless. I set her down, slowly. Her black hair brushed the concrete, her blood smothering it. My mouth was tugged back down to her neck again, the desire to feed. I pressed my lips to the wound, sucking in the blood to my mouth. My eyes began tingling, and my fangs forcing their way out even more at the taste of blood.
This is who I am. A vampire. A killer. I have no soul, it was deprived of me when I was turned. Now, I feed, and I feed some more for the fun of it. It's who I am, the cold-blooded vampire that stalks the people of what was once my hometown. Maybe, and hopefully, I won't feel the sorrow, the guilt of it all anymore eventually. Just maybe.

I am a vampire, and have been for two years now. I don't often stay in the same town for too long. But I do of course visit my hometown from time to time. If anyone recognizes me, I kill them - simple as that. It's not that I like to, but it's my only instinct. No matter how bad the regret and guilt eats away at me, I still do it, over and over again. Being a vampire, my senses and natural abilities are amplified, as are my feelings. That being said, I'm a killing machine. I can run faster than anything imaginable, and my strength is beyond any comparison from any human.
Every day, I go to school, and every day, it's another challenge not to kill anyone who even ticks me off in the slightest. One of my traits as a vampire is that I can doze off for long periods of time, but quite frankly, it took quite a while, and a lot of school days to get down pact. Although I don't need to go to school, I do. It's boring, yes, repeating grade eleven until I choose to stay in a town long enough to graduate, but it gives me something to do other than kill.
I'm always done my work before anyone else, and I'm often called a freak. People don't know it, but I can hear every last word they murmur about me in the hallways.
I look like a typical teen, aside from my unnatural paleness. My hair is kept casual, medium length. My eyes are usually a bright brown, slightly yellow toned. As a vampire, we're fit to look appealing to humans, to draw them in. Even our voice is alluring.
I don't necessarily have any real friends at school, as I'm sort of an outcast. I can't make any physical contact with humans, as my cold skin would raise alarm.
On lunch breaks, I usually go get fresh air, after having dealing with the scents of humans. I've been doing the school routine for a year now, and I'm slowly making progress at keeping control. When I get to the point of my thirst and hunger as a vampire, the monster in me takes over. In classes, I often imagine how I'd kill every last student in the room to pass the time. The teacher never questions my work completion when I don't seem to do anything, as he thinks I'm brilliant. All teachers do.
Standing, leaning against the wall by my window, I stare into the wet, foggy town. I wait for a reason to go into town, a reason to practice controlling myself. The guilt and sorrow is too much. I need change.

(The format looks like poop cause I had to delete the indents, since they don't show up on Basil, then hold Space Bar, which also didn't work. FML.)