As I lay here, I think about the human kind, more specifically, the woman across the street. How is it possible that her and I can be so similar, yet so different. I speak with her on rare occasions, but even when spoken to she responds in a resigned manner, as if she feels uncomfortable because I'm strange. She peers at me with judgmental eyes, as I secretly look into hers with pity. It's so unsettling to witness a race that bases one's personality upon looks or way of speaking. I feel horribly that every human, no matter how nice or peaceful they may seem, psychologically judges one who doesn't seem "normal", or what their society displays as "normal". Her and I are the same: We both have eyes, ears, a mouth, a nose, two arms, two legs. I'm no alien, yet I am considered a pariah. I long for a human companion, but have yet to find one who eventually won't be the same as all the others. I am glad not be be a part of the society-driven human race, but find myself paralyzed by the burning desire to identify myself with someone who is.
A true vampire