I remember it perfectly the last time I saw a sun setting. It was an autumn afternoon and the leaves were laying on the ground motionless, shades of amber, burgundy and brown. There was a slight breeze and I hadn't thought of wrapping up warm, partly to the fact I was practically shoved out of my house that morning. I had decided to take the long route home, the day had been rough and I had needed to clear my head yet did I know that my travels home would be halted. In fact I never made it home ever again.

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The night was my friend whereas the day was my enemy. I had known this for seventeen years. What I did not know up until a week ago was I am not the only fictional creature to leap into reality. I had spent years being alone a wrapped up in my own warped reality and when the alarm finally rang I woke up to see more than I could imagine.

A week ago

An aurora of light surrounded me, every way I looked there was this blinding light greeting me. Was this my end, had my immortal life finally halted? The light which consumed everywhere slowly dimmed until I could clearly see a figure but this was no ordinary figure unless humans had suddenly grown wings overnight. My eyes scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, there was a worn cottage abandoned 200 feet away and before that there were countless trees. Some were covered by the darkness of the night were as other was illuminated by the moonlights radiance.

My eyes shot back to the figure who no longer had wings on full frontal showing instead it just looked like an ordinary girl but I knew my what I saw, she wasn't ordinary she was an angel. Although saying that back to myself in my head seem far-fetched I took myself as an example of how the impossible are possible.

I took a step closer to her, she took a step back. If I wanted I could race over before she could even react but I thought better of it. "Who are you?" I ask with intent to know the answer. She does not respond or even flinch at my question. Instead she stares at me, like I am a monster. In honesty I am, I was the monster under people's bed something that should be feared and I could argue I was better than the ones in stories but I'd be lying.

I had an undying thirst for blood and nothing could stop me from feeding that quench. I looked down at the ground beneath me. If this hadn't happened to me I would be an adult now and it fifty years' time I would have been buried beneath the earth.

I had forgotten what it felt like to be truly human, I would reminisce of those times but never truly remember. The girl seemed less tense, her face lifted and she seemed more at peace than when she was before.

"I have to show you something" she speaks up. I do not move or object. She slowly creeps forward and takes my hand. The next second we are in front of a ruined house. It looked familiar, vines had grown all around and the windows were shattered. I lower my eyes to the front door which is slowly decaying. I move closer and see two brass numbers nailed on. '42', this was my home. I held my breath for a moment. Why of all the places would she bring me here? I remember it so well, there used to be a hammock out on the front porch, my mother would be sitting there every day waiting for when I got back. I let a tear roll off my cheek. I turned around a looked around me, remembering all the neighbours and great memories that occurred here.

"Why?" I ask her.

"You have not visited your home since you turned, you at least owe it to yourself to know..." she calmly replies.

"Know what" I asked puzzled.

"That despite everything your once treasured home is still here".

"But in ruins".

"No matter how ruined it will always be here through thick and thin just like your mother, she waited 10 years of her life; everyday on that porch waiting for you".

Her words hit my hard, I had never returned after I became what I am, I never really thought about the pain I had put my mother in or anyone for that matter not my friends or any of my family. I didn't want to be here anymore, I felt my heart acing and it had not aced for years.

"What happened?" I ask weary of the answer.

"She had to leave in the end bills piled up and she couldn't afford to stay, don't worry she still is alive".

"What is your name?"

"My name Lucas, is Evangeline and I am your angel".

I blankly stared at her, she was fooling around she must be how could a monster like me have an angel, how did I even deserve one for that matter? It was a lot to comprehend, a single sentence and she has baffled me.

"I am not worth your time" I manage to spurt out.

"I have watched you for years and yet through all that time one thing has remained your perseverance to be a better person".

"A better person? If you have been watching me then you will know I am a monster, I drain the life from someone without a second thought".

"You are not a complete monster there is hope" a hopeful look shines across her innocent face. In that moment I wanted to agree but in reality there is none. A slight breeze picked up, I hadn't noticed before but I could hear her heart beating at an fast pace, I had only known two occasions were someone's heart rate accelerated one was when they were afraid and the other was when they were in love. I ruled out the second, I had only known this girl; Evangeline for the better part of an hour.

My urge to feed was increasing and yet I could feed on her I didn't want to. "I can't" I turn my back to her and instead of fleeing like a normal person would do at this point she embraced me. Which in all honesty was strange. As I was wrapped up in her warm embrace I felt a difference something inside me was changing. I turned my head towards Evangeline who looked as white as a ghost. I looked down to see if I had subconsciously started feeding on her but I had not.

Evangeline collapsed onto the ground I held her in my arms, she looked up to me. "This is my gift to you, Lucas I have given you a second chance" I was confused.

"What do you mean?" I impatiently ask.

"I have given back what was taken, I watched you and I fell for you and when I knew you were the one; I knew you deserved to be human again" It was love, but how; was it unrequited love. Of course it was how I was supposed to know an Angel had fallen in love with me and now she is her sacrificing everything to give me back my life. That change in me it wasn't bad it was good. I looked at her, she was dying and it was my fault. No this isn't right I cannot be responsible for another death especially for someone who is good hearted.

I did something that I hadn't done it years I prayed, I lowered my head and prayed. I prayed she wouldn't die and I would, I prayed that I shouldn't be here, she should but not matter how much I prayed my words were left drifting in the air.

I tumbled over and lay stretched out on the floor next to her. I looked up to see the sun rising in the distance, a feeling of joy overwhelmed me. I feared the sun for so long and now it shone upon my face. I had never felt so happy yet so sad. This was my new beginning.