Daily Prompt: Original

via Daily Prompt: Original

“No, no, no.” Her head rocks back and her almond shaped eyes close in laughter. Her sable hair falls past her shoulders, showing auburn underneath, like low-lights. She has large, perfectly straight, white teeth. “All the others are pretenders.”

“What do you mean?” I ask her.

“They pretend. Like the kids these days, wearing black everything and bleaching their skin so it looks like they left a cave after twenty years of darkness. They fake this immortal crap. Nope. They’re human just like everyone else.”

“But that’s no how the story goes…”

She laughs at me again. “The story. You mean that gossip rag written by Bram Stoker?” She makes air quotes. “The one that started them all?” Her dark eyes stare at me, watching. “Well, when he wrote that, he was going by rumor. Someone knows someone who heard about someone else who knows a person who lives forever by drinking blood. Great story.”

“So how are you different?”

She looks offended. “Damn, are you kidding? Well I don’t drink blood, that’s for sure. It’s full of diseases.”

I snort. “I guess you’re vegan, then. And you don’t talk like…”

“Like what?” she demands. “I don’t talk like I’m trapped in medieval England during the plague? Of course not. How normal do you think I’d look if I swept around in tapestry robes and spoke in some arch dialect that died when the Huns invaded China?” She stares at me. “They would have tried to kill me by now.”

“No one’s tried before?”

“Sure.” She’s nonchalant. “Of course they have. And I let them think they have, sometimes, because it’s easier to fake a quick death from roses or crosses than it is to go about healing when someone tries to cut my head off. Did that once.” She laughs. “It was pretty bad. Changed my voice. Hurt like a son-of-a-gun. It took me a couple years to heal.” Her eyes trace my outline. “And then it took me couple more years to find him.” She stares hard at me. “I’m telling you for your own health, you know.”

It startles me. “What? What do you mean?”

She tsks. “Come on. You think I don’t know what you’re here for? Obviously you think you know what I am and you’re here to kill me.” She points her right forefinger at me. “You can try.” She leans back in the chair. “But it’s not going to end the way you think.”

“Why not?” I don’t feel as brave as I try to sound. “I mean, how do I know you aren’t saying anything to keep me from killing you?”

She nods her head. “Good point,” she concedes. “I’ve been at this game so long I don’t even remember the first day I breathed.” She leans forward and fixes me with her gaze. Her voice lowers. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. Just cause it looks and walks and talks like a human doesn’t mean it isn’t something else.” Her voice returns to normal. “Besides, you seem like a nice kid. There have been a bunch of nice kids and I put them in the ground because I always finish it.” She chuckled. “I’m the original.” She winks at me. “Be careful what you start.”

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