Isobel-

I remember the day I died like it was yesterday.

Okay, well, maybe that’s because it was yesterday, but still who forgets the day they die? And...okay, so I remember most of yesterday...I just don’t remember exactly HOW I died. I have the main gist of things, but I don’t remember much of the few key details I probably should.

No biggie, though...right? It was a normal day for me at school, being in my third year of college and only just one year away from achieving my Bachelors Degree in Ancient History. I went to my classes from eight in the morning until four in the afternoon, only briefly having a break at one to grab a quick sandwich from the mess hall. After classes, I stayed holed up in the school library doing my homework and research for assignments. I didn’t have a laptop or computer of my own, so I had to use the printers and desktops that they had for students to use.

I was trying to save up for one, but the cost of living and school was a lot, even though I had scholarships and federal aid. I worked through dinner time until the library was about to be closed for the night at nine. I packed my numerous textbooks, papers, and notebooks into my backpack and headed to my dorm, stopping at the vending machine outside to grab a quick snack of potato chips.

It was a quiet night and the night sky above me looked so beautiful, the many stars twinkling in the moonlight of a full moon. The air was crisp and refreshing as I inhaled the scent of wet grass, a nice change after being inside all evening around musty books. But as I was munching on my sour cream and cheddar snack, I suddenly began to feel…watched. I looked around quickly and saw no one around, yet I didn’t feel like I was truly alone. It gave me a creepy chill so I tossed my empty chip bag into a nearby trash bin and picked up the pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

My mouth was now dry and I regretted not shelling out another dollar for a drink. Suddenly I heard a few shuffling noises...at least I thought I did as I didn’t hear anything after I stopped walking. The fear inside me increased and I looked around again slowly and silently, holding on tight to my backpack, leaving it on one shoulder so I could easily use it to hit someone with the heavy books inside if I needed to.

I started to take a few steps forward after a minute went by without me hearing the noises I thought I had. Guess I was just making myself scared for no reason. And that’s all I frickin remember.

Total crap, right? Oh and if you’re asking, ‘Well how do you know that you died?’, well it’s actually simple to answer. I know that I died because when I woke up, I was a vampire.