The Last Sunrise By Megan I Martin

Count Jacob bitterly regretted his decision. He felt so stupid, why did he not run back to the house, why did he want to be a vampire? If he could go back in time he would just run back to the house, back to safety, he wouldn’t care about the argument, he would apologise, make it all better. Now he can’t. He was so sorry but I could never say it. Jacob had never seen his mother again. He wouldn’t have been able to control himself, couldn’t help but bite her and satisfy his craving by feasting on her blood. Same with his dad and brothers, maybe he had other siblings but he didn’t know because he never went back. Jacob’s sanity hung on its last thread like a tooth with one string of gum holding it. He remembered back to the moment he had been bitten. He had argued with his mother because she tried to make his go to a school he didn’t like, he didn’t want to go to that school, he had shouted viciously. He had walked into the garden to cool off. That’s when he saw the eerie silhouette of the vampire. When he realised it was a vampire, he started to run back to the house but then he thought it might be exciting to be a vampire, loads of pros, no cons. He definitely wouldn’t be shipped off to school or obey his mum’s rules, she was always telling him what to do. He thought there were no cons, he was so wrong. He would teach his family a lesson. He stopped running and turned towards the vampire, who emerged suddenly but silently from the darkness of the trees. Jacob was surprised to realise that the vampire was a woman. She was very pale like she had rubbed Mayonnaise all over her plain facial features, she had a scar down her left cheek. Her brown hair, which was matted with blood, hung down to her waist and her black clothes, blood-soaked, smelt like rotting meat. Jacob allowed her to bite him and gulp down his blood Jacob’s mother came across the scene as she searched for him. The vampire left Jacob weak on the ground. His mother screeched like a banshee, ‘My baby, no! I am sorry my love. You don’t have to go away to school. I shouldn’t have been pushing you to go there I am an awful mother!’ Jacob felt a sudden strength, ‘Go! I will have to bite you if you don’t. I have to leave.’ Jacob’s mother looked terrified but he ran from her. He didn`t know where he was going or what he would do. Jacob didn’t stop until he found himself in front of a mansion that had a balcony on every window above the second storey. He knocked but when he the heavy knocker hit the door, it opened the hinges creaked and he hesitantly stepped into the hallway. There was a piece of paper with scruffy writing scrawled over it on the table in front of him. Jacob lit a candle to read: Dear whomever it may concern, I hope you are not a Vampire, you will see why if you read this. This is my home, Count Christophe and this is my life story put in short. nce I had everything a wife, a well-paid and important job, children, friends… a wonderful life. I was a scientist with my own personal assistant, one person in charge of me and a crew working for me, but then it disintegrated, collapsed. I insisted on doing an experiment with just me and Sven (my personal assistant) but you guessed it, it went terribly wrong and I created the first vampire. It was me. For weeks I had to beat down the urge for human blood. I moved out of my house, I drank animal blood. I knew I mustn’t do it. It would spread. I couldn`t infect the world with this curse. I was desperate to give in but deep down I knew I couldn`t. Eventually the craving overwhelmed me, I fed, it was dark and I didn’t know them. I was in the street and I ran into them, I was angry, I sucked their blood, I think it was a woman with brown hair and plain facial features and I brushed a scar down her left cheek . I was disgusted with myself, so I have written this and said goodbye to my family, I have told them how sorry I am but they were disgusted with me too and couldn`t stay. I wrote this and made Sven promise to drive a stake through my heart and to try and do the same to the person I bit. I do hope he could. Regards Christophe P.S The curse has drawn you here. You`re now the Count

That was one thousand years ago. Jacob was tired of his life and he was thinking about how he could end it. He longed to see the sun once more. Wait that was the answer…THE SUN. Jacob pulled a lawn chair onto one of the balconies at the front of the house, my golden day he thought sitting on a balcony waiting for the sun to rise. It would be a painful end but he would be ash in seconds. Reader, I saw it, I heard the scream.