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Annabelle Foresight
Sun Feb 27, 2005 at 04:03:22 am EST
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Interview With a Child Vampire
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My scribe is busy writing that infernal Crisis tale for you mortals so he wont have his personal interview ready till later this week.

He does have something for me to present.

Here is my Interview.

Enjoy. As you can see by the time of night that I post this, it's far past my lunch. So gentle mortals.
Read and sleep soundly.



The large round moon shone through the library windows, enchanting the back, darker section of the library.
Paige O’ Donald is a twenty year old college student. She’s majoring in Child Development. She also helps out at the college library as a job to pay for tuition.
She likes the job but some days would rather be at the dorm with her friends.
She was given a task today to find ten people and ask them why they use the library. The main librarian wanted to know what the breakdown of students was.
She just needs one more student to fill her quota. That’s what has brought her to the back, unused section of the library.
Tonight she had spotted a curly headed little girl reading by herself. She had seen this child on many a night and always wondered what a kid so young would be doing up on a school night at the college library.
She figured this would be her tenth interview.
When she had approached the little girl she was astonished at how adult the child seemed. She mentioned the interview and the child agreed but on the condition that they did the interview back here, in the more darkened, secluded area of the library.
That was unusual but agreeable so that’s what brought them here to this table.
Paige was going to use her tape recorder but for some reason it wasn’t working so she got out her note pad and begun the questions.
Paige: “Ok, first off, thank you little girl for allowing me to interview you.”
Little girl, looking intently into Paige’s eyes: “You are quite welcome. You may call me Annabelle.”
Paige: “And you can call me Paige.”
Annabelle, looking off to nowhere as she sounded the name: “Paige. A nice name. I had a very close friend with that name once.”
Paige: “Oh? What happened to her?”
Annabelle: “Mortality. So Paige, what did you want to interview me about?”
Paige: “Well first of all what brings you to the library?”
Annabelle: “I love to read. I frequent both this and the city library every night. I’ve been coming here ever sense one of the librarians invited me inside.”
Paige: “You sure seem mature for your age Annabelle. Does your parents know you come here so late at night?”
Annabelle: “My parents have been dead for many, many, many years.”
Paige: “I’m sorry to hear that.! Well who do you live with? I mean grandparents, aunts, foster care?”
Annabelle: “That’s really a personal question but I’ll answer anyway.” She looked amused at Paige, “I live with my brother and a couple other important people in my life. They are my family. And to answer the other question, yes, they know of my night …activities.”
Paige, very taken aback at her maturity and for some reason she can’t fathom uncomfortable: “Well, ok.” She looks at her notes, “Is there anything the library can do better?”
Annabelle: “More books of course, anything in general. Also I would appreciate longer hours. Maybe open all night?”
Paige: “All night? But why would you want…”
Annabelle: “I have daylight sensitivities. I can only go out at night.”
Paige: “Oh you poor thing! I didn’t know! I could talk to the main librarian. I know we’ve done all nighters before, on finals nights.”
Annabelle: “Thank you.”
Paige’s focus changed as she suddenly assumed that this child must have a rough life. Imagine never playing in the sun with other children! “Oh Annabelle I’m so sorry to have been so cautious with you earlier. It must be so hard on you to have to miss out on the sun and everything!”
Annabelle gently got up and moved, unearthly, towards the window. The moonlight covered her soft face, illuminating it and enhancing her glow. “No, you misunderstand me Paige! I never said I was unhappy as the loss of sunlight. Sure, when my… situation first arose I was painfully surprised but after all this time I no longer miss it. Besides!” she was a magnificent vision as she twirled in the moonlight, “The night is so full! So entrancing! It fills my every breath and calls me out to play and explore! I wouldn’t want it any other way!”
Paige sat back in mute shock. Annabelle’s features already looked very pale but now her little lips were so very red. Her eyes glowed with an ancient fire and her little teeth seemed longer somehow. She feels her pulse quicken as she hears herself ask the next question, “What… what ARE you?”
With the speed of a hungry predator that just heard it’s prey hiding in the bushes, Annabelle’s little curly head snapped towards Paige’s direction. Paige physically jumped.
“Oh darn. I did it again. Didn’t I?” she giggled as she put her little hand to her mouth, “Ooops! Well Paige, I guess this is the part of the interview where I come forward and tell you the truth.” She plunked herself back in her chair and looked deep into Paige’s eyes. The twenty year old college student found that she could not look away.
“Very well. I was born in the year sixteen hundred and seventy. When I was ten years old my father sold his business in London and moved himself, my mother and my brother and I to the wilds of America. Not long after arriving we had the unfortunate luck of meeting a rather rude vampire. He killed our parents and left us to be attacked by the wolves. That wicked man’s estranged wife took us in and despite our terrible loss of blood saved us.”
She showed the two puncture marks in her neck. Paige winced.
“Yes, it was horrible, yet also wonderful. For you see, we surly would have died that night, but instead we were given a second chance.”
Paige finally spoke, “But you were children! She killed you and turned you into… into…”
“Into what? Monsters? Beasts?” her young voice raised to the pitch of an angry child at those last words. Catching herself she quieted down, “No. I have indeed made tragic mistakes in my long life but I am not a monster. I do NOT feed upon mortals. I try every chance I get to help others, not feed upon them.”
She looked forlornly out the window. Her eyes where that of a very old, tired woman.
“Oh Paige! It’s been so long sense I was a mortal child. I don’t miss it in the least but still, the world is so different. My brother wants me to adapt, to enjoy the new music styles, to accept television, movies, cars, planes, computers and all the rest but… well it’s just hard. My world is so long ago.”
She got up and strolled around the table. Paige knew she should be afraid but for some reason she wasn’t. “Annabelle, what’s it like?”
“How can I answer that? Well, it’s not like there haven’t been many other mortals in my life who have asked that very question. It’s electrifying, entrancing, wondrous and magical. I can transform into other creatures and fly of my own power. I can entrance mortal and animal minds, change my appearance, heal from almost any wound and commune with creatures of the night. And one other thing.”
Her little face turned dark, sad and distant. “I crave the blood of the living. It’s what sustains me. Oh no, do not fear. I choose animals, not people. But Paige I’ve always loved animals and yet not I thrive on hunting them.”
She was silent for a moment. Paige had tried to think of something to say but Annabelle finally spoke up in a hushed tone, “It’s a curse. It truly is.” She looked up at Paige, “I know it’s origins. Once I had tracked down the oldest living vampire. Well, at the time I thought she was the oldest. Anyway she told me of the curse. I wont go into it but that’s what this is.”
Silence followed then Paige said, “Can you be cured?”
“I suppose but I don’t want to.”
“Wait. I thought you said…”
“Yes. It is a curse. Yes I’ve given up much, but I’ve also seen so much more!” her face alighted with happiness, “I met some of the greatest composers, inventors, presidents and other historical figures. I’ve helped mankind through many wars, seen the birth of this nation and helped so many on its years of growth. I’ve traveled the world, met so many of my kind and taught so many to rise above their carnal natures and resist the curse. Then there have been the children. Oh the children Paige! Mortals and vampires alike! Lost in this cruel world! I shudder when I think of the fates they would have had if I hadn’t helped them.”
Annabelle noticed that Paige was writing this all down as fast as she could. She casually strolled around the table.
“No Paige I do not wish to be cured. I think after all these years I just simply wish to continue as I am.”
The woman then realized Annabelle was behind her, looking at what she was writing. “I just thought I would… I needed to jot this down because…” she found herself lost in Annabelle’s blood red eyes.
“This has been fun Paige! It’s been awhile sense I could open up to a mortal. I hope you realize I cant let you keep those notes however.”
“But… your life! There’s so much you could share!”
“Lets suppose I let you keep that. Then it gets printed, maybe even published. Before you know it some little starlet will play me on the big screen only she’s act like a spoiled monster with no regrets. Now I cant have that can I?”
Paige found that she couldn’t speak. Her heart raced so fast it’s pounding filled her ears.
Annabelle took the notes and simply sifted through them. She started to remove all the pages covering her interview. Paige couldn’t do a thing to stop her.
“Well yes. I believe this is all of them. The truth, dear Paige, is that if word got out it would be the same as before. People would chase us down and try to kill us.” She looked at Paige with an innocent grin. Behind the grin there was a veiled determination. A fire. “That is something I simply cannot allow. Now dear mortal, you will not remember our conversation. Good night sweet Paige. Travel saftly home.”
With that Annabelle grinned as her little body turned into crimson mist.
When Paige blinked her eyes she couldn’t understand why she was sitting in this remote part of the library. It always gave her the creeps.
She looked at her notes and saw that she had only interviewed nine students. Looking at the clock she figured she would simply grab a student in the morning and ask him or her the questions.
On the way home she felt like someone was watching her but no one was there. She made it to the dorm safe and sound.
Protected by the night.









Annabelle
*Little eyes watching from the darkness*



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