Evlynn
Well, I was expecting it..sort of. My parents are distant and weird and awkward. They don't talk much. Well, I don't talk much. In general. Well, ever. I mean, a seventeen-year-old eleventh grader..with bright yellow eyes and blue-black hair..who would want to talk to me. Honsetly, if anyone did, I'd run away. Literally.
Back to my point. So basically waking up to your parents saying, 'Good morning sweetheart, you're grandparents were vampires, and te are too' isn't exactly a good morning. I'm not like a old 'I Vant to Svuck Your Bluhd' vampire. I'm a..modern vampire. I don't sparkle, o burn, o do anything radical is the sun. Actually, it just makes me sluggish and tired.
As for 'amazing abilities', I can read other people's thoughts. It's not that hard. Actually, all I have to do is burn a hole through their head and see their brain.
Calm down, I'm joking.
I just focus on Leggere their thoughts and voila, I am a mind-reader. The only problem is that it's incredibly tiring; I can only do it for about a minuto before I feel dizzy and tired.
As for the whole blood-drinking thing..I've never done that. I like my bistecca raw though. I suppose when I'm older, I could drink it. Possibly. Except, I'd be a 'vegan' vampire..I'd only drink blood from animals. I guess that's what my parents have been doing.
Another ability of mine is that I can run. And climb. My agility is better than any mortal's. My senses are heightened when I run, when I climb..I could kill someone if I wanted to. That is, IF I wanted to.
I guess I should describe myself.
Hi, I'm Evlynn. I'm 5'11"; I'm tall and lanky. But I'm not a stick. I'm insanely curvy. I'm thick even. But the weird thing is, I'm beautiful. Everyone thinks so. But I'm considered an outcast.
Highschool is confusing..
Back to me. My eyes are bright yellow. The have specks of green and oro that light up in the sun and make it look like a whole field of wheat growing. I Amore my eyes. My eyelashes are dark, thick and long; I Amore the way they curl up. I wear no make-up. I believe I don't need to.
My hair is a blue-black shade. It flows down to my mid-back and is as straight as a toothpick. I usually leave it. My hair is layered thickly; my bangs are razored and curved to the side, covering my left eye.
Alot of people consider me scene o emo. I'm not. I wear skinny jeans and graphic tees. So? I'm not branded into one specific type of category of judging. Oh well. Welcome to Earth.
So. I suppose you'll want to hear how I became a ruthless killer..right?
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No superiore, in alto to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for mostrare 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No superiore, in alto to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for mostrare 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
