a vampire story...., anyone interested? Options

[curi0usbr0wneyes]

i was writing this vampire story and i dont know if its any good....please read and give me ur feedback...

Prologue
Blood was splattered everywhere. My heart was filled with worry and fear. I wanted to see what was happening and I ached to know how my family fared, yet I could not break my promise to Papa. The room was deadly quiet but the sound of footsteps broke the eerie silence. The footsteps got louder and louder but in an instant, they stopped. I saw a shadow in the crack underneath the door. My breathing quickened and all these thoughts came into my head. What if it’s Papa? But Papa would know that I’m in the closet, for he is the one who put me in here. But if it’s not Papa, then who is it? The thoughts were soon interrupted as this stranger walked away. I thought that he was gone and pressed my ear to the door to hear what was happening on the other side of the door. There was nothing but silence until the door suddenly flew open. I fell flat on my face but quickly got up. The man came over and took my hand. He must have seen the fear in my eyes because he said, “Do not be frightened, Little One.” The name made me tremble because that was what Papa called me. But how did the stranger know? It’s just a coincidence. I convinced myself. I looked at the stranger and what I saw was something I did not expect.
He was dressed in clothes that looked vaguely familiar, yet I couldn’t quite say how I knew where the clothes were from. His black hair was tied back and his shoes shined with moon’s light. He was not old nor was he young. His grey eyes showed wisdom yet his face showed youth. I looked closer and saw that he had fangs that were unusually long and sharp.
He walked over to the corner of the room, taking me with him. He put my wrist up and whispered, “It might hurt.” He put his mouth on my wrist and suddenly impaled his sharp fangs into my wrist. The pain was so extreme and unexpected but I guess I did not expect him to stab me with his fangs. I didn’t even know why I didn’t try to stop him. This stranger let my wrist bleed a bit before he put his mouth down to my wrist and drained some of my blood from me. He bites his wrist and lets his blood flow out. The blood was unusually darker than mine and looked almost black. He orders me to drink some of his blood. I was terrified and just stood there, trembling. This man was expecting me to drink blood and I thought, This man is crazy. I tried to escape from his hold on my arm but his grip was strong. He pushed my head down to his wrist and I resisted for a couple of minutes but the blood spilled into my mouth and the taste of it did something to my senses. I suddenly wanted to drink more and the more I drank, the more alert I became. I heard the animals scampering outside and the whispered conversation going on between two people not far from the house. All of a sudden, pain overtook my body and I fell to the floor. He walked away form my crumpled body but when he reached the doorway, he turned around. He looked at me and stared at me with those grey eyes of his and for a second I think I saw regret. But he looked away and walked out of the room. When he was gone, I realized something that broke my heart. The man’s clothes were my father’s clothes. Right at that moment I knew that there was no hope for my family. They were dead. The blood I saw was my family’s blood and the man who had called me “little one” killed them. When this realization finally hit me, a wave of exhaustion swept over me and I blacked out.

[chica777708]

neat story is purty cool... good job... it has a sad touch to it I love it