Willow Gailesvintha

Personality

Willow is affected heavily by the day and night cycle of a vampire. During the day, she is anxious, weird, and exhausted. During the day, Willow can be found hiding under tables and chewing on people's ankles if they sit at her table or hiding in the Potions classroom without any lights on. During the day, she struggles to say more than 4 syllables due to her extreme exhaustion. On the other hand, during the nighttime, she is flirty, confident, and funny. This is why, if anyone meets her during the night, they will tend to like her, but if they meet her during the day, they will be disgusted, concerned, and probably mortified by her.

Childhood

I blew out the twelve candles before me, ending their agonizing burning. Each drop of wax running down their side and into the frosting was like a tear, and I was merciful. My parents wiped away tears, exclaiming how they grow up so fast. My little brother, Cedar, cheered, though he was only 5 years old. My mother handed me a balloon, a bright yellow one with a crude smiley face drawn on it, but to me, it was the brightest sun, brighter than the grey, wilting grass beneath me, brighter than the stormy grey sky, brighter than the dying forest behind me, and brighter than the cheap smiles of my "friends" who had shown up. I stood up and put on a cheap smile of my own. I made a bow, being young and silly like that, and accidentally let the balloon slip out of my hand. A brisk breeze carried it into the woods. I looked at my father, and he nodded.

I chased after it, jumping over roots and dodging bushed. It was easy to pick out the yellow among the endless sea of grey. My fingers were just centimeters from the string of it, when I found my elbow being yanked from my left.

I found a man staring straight in front of me. He was scarily pale and had bright red eyes and golden hair. He didn't even look human. He was panting, with wide eyes, as though he had just run miles from a demon without a break. I could feel myself trembling, and goosebumps dotted my skin. He muttered, "Hey, kid, listen. Don't be scared. Life's about to get a lot better for you. It'll hurt less if you keep still and don't scream..." He leaned into my neck, and I kicked at him, attacking with panic. But his grip on me was impossibly strong, like some sort of demon's strength. I screamed as his painfully sharp teeth dug into my skin; I could feel my flesh ripping and felt the burning shots of pain. He pulled his fangs back, and as I looked at him in terror, I knew what he was. And I knew what I'd become.

"I don't want to be a vampire..." I whispered, shaking my head. Suddenly, the sunlight felt overbearing, and I felt dizzy.

He grinned maliciously. "That's what they all say." He laughed, before letting me go. I fell onto the leaves and felt a root poke into my back. "Some vampire hunters are coming this way. I'll remember your sacrifice, *kid."*

I gasped and put a hand to my mouth. With the sun hitting me through the sparse leaves, I was so drained, I couldn't even think about getting up. But when I heard voices, something clicked. I could feel a burning in my blood, a voice in my head, an itching in my legs, telling me to eat, to feed, *to kill.* Maybe if I wasn't a stupid kid, I...

I ran through the woods, beating all my record times as a human. I looked at the cake, already eaten, with everyone back inside. They left me so easily. They didn't even care. All the cars and bikes in the front where gone, except for my parent's.

The only people who ever knew me as a human had to die for a reason they never knew, I'm sorry, mother, father, and Cedar.