Who am I?

* I started writing this story 8 years ago but never finished and just found it. I have done some revisions to it. Hopefully with some insight I will be able to finish it. All criticism if any is welcome and much appreciated*

A life usually begins with birth right? Then you die without any second chances. Never coming back. Never ever. That’s how life is supposed to be. But it never happened to me. I came back to life. Never had the choice to. When I died, all I remember is being attacked, never knowing who did it. I then woke up with my throat burning and hungry. Not hungry for regular food but for blood. It’s a horrible uncontrollable thirst. You can never get rid of it no matter what. Not even regular food can sustain it.

I can never die. I can never grow old. I’ve tried to kill myself but it didn’t work. So i have to live and deal with the fact that i am undead and there is nothing to change that. I can never get close to anybody at all. I can talk to them but never get to close. I go to school every few hundred years, just to see if anything has been added to their history of teaching and of course to pass everything.

So here I am sitting in class watching the different reactions on their faces. We got a new student today. I’m not sure about him though. He is dressed in all black, with shoulder length black hair with a blue tint to it. He looks to be about 6’3” with an athletic built body. I bet he’s got a nice body under all those clothes, but I will never find out anyway. The teacher then points him to a seat that happens to be next to mine. He comes and sits down, looks at me and then towards the teacher. I hadn’t realized i was watching him, so I quickly looked down at my table.

The teacher starts class, today its all about trigonometry formulas, I don’t really care for it so I just doodle on my page. A note suddenly lands on my drawing. I look around to see who it would be from. I catch a girl smiling, I believe her name is Alice. I opened the note.

You’re so lucky! He is so hot!!

I hear a chuckle and I turn to see who’s chuckling and it’s the new boy. I snarled at him not meaning to but he just smirked at me and then said.

“It’s not nice to snarl at people, but of course you don’t know that. Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you. My name is Stephan, what’s yours?”

I look down at the table. Why in the hell did I snarl? Ugh stupid human. I look back at him.

“I don’t give my name to people I don’t know, sorry!” I told him.

I looked back at Alice and glared at her. Shaking my head, I turned back to the teacher. By then the bell rang. I stood up as fast as I could and ran out the door.