The inspiration for this story comes from a review written by Slayergirl (FanFiction.net) after reading Eric’s POV in Resolutions. Thank you very much for giving me friendly advice and giant pep talks along the way while writing A Different Life!
I remember nothing!
My mind is a blank slate; I have no recollection of who I am. I do know what I am; vampire. Do not ask me how I know what a vampire is, but I know that I am one.
I have no idea how I came to be in my current location. It is as if I have been in a coma and have suddenly woken up in a strange place where nothing is familiar.
I find myself walking down a gravel road in the middle of nowhere. Not that I would recognize anything once I see it…I do not know where I am heading but something is compelling me to move forward. It is as if an invisible rope is around my body pulling me in this direction.
The night is cold; I can tell it is winter. I can also tell that the sun will rise in a few hours. My internal clock is tracking the seconds until the sun’s early rays break across the horizon. I can sense that I have not seen the sun in a very long time.
My ears detect the sound of an approaching vehicle. I know about vehicles, yet I have no idea why I am without shoes and a shirt. This situation I find myself in is puzzling indeed. I am walking along the side of the road, so I have no fear that the vehicle will strike me. The vehicle pulls beside me. I do not glance towards the vehicle; friend or foe, I do not know what awaits me in that car.
“Can I help you?” The driver asks through a gap in the window. I stiffen as a slight breeze wafts her scent towards me. I panic as I realize I am very hungry. I do not wish to harm this woman for trying to be a Good Samaritan. I continue walking forward; perhaps if I do not acknowledge the driver, she will leave me alone.
I hear the car shift into park, and the driver’s side door opens. “Eric! It’s me!” the woman calls out.
I turn around quickly, fangs fully extended, hands twisted into claws, hisses escaping my mouth. The girl stops suddenly with her hands in front of her as a sign of peace. This is the first chance I have to really look at the girl. She is beautiful like an angel; long golden hair pulled back from her face, tan skin that seems to glow with the light of the sun, and wide, expressive blue eyes that stare at me with fright. She is wearing a hideous coat that hides her figure, but I have a feeling that she has a lush figure a man could lose himself in. My fangs are aching from lust now as well as hunger.