PART TWO- 13 Year old Alucard

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	My 13th birthday was coming up soon, and I wasn't really excited. Why? I'm 
immortal, and I'm going to go through a ton of birthdays, so I might as well 
get bored of them now while I still can, shouldn't I?

	I was finally old enough to go to Town without Mother escorting me, but I 
always wore a cloak just in case a witching trial came out of nowhere.

	I was sitting on a tree branch, nibbling on my lunch which happened to be a 
robin that strayed too close to me while I was watching some little three 
year olds play ball on the cobblestone street in town.

	This time I wasn't wearing my cloak, but my long pearl blonde hair was tied 
back in a low loose ponytail by a black ribbon, and I was wearing a brown 
leather vest over my off-white shirt while my black tailored pants simply 
clung onto my legs along with my black boots.

	The local kids had hung around me whenever I showed myself, and the girls 
giggled when they saw me. Okay, so I admit it; I was good-looking, and girls 
couldn't keep their eyes off of me. I rarely played with the boys, and 
almost never talked to the girls; I swore to myself when my fangs became 
sharp that I would try as hard as I could not to fall in love with a mortal 
girl if they would eventually die and I wouldn't.

	I finally jumped down from the tree, and, almost five seconds later, 
something hit me in the back of the head, and I spun around, catching the 
small stone before it hit the ground. I glared at the three boys who had 
thrown it at me, and then threw it at the ground, watching it crumble into 
oblivion. The boys who had thrown it ran over to me, "Hey, Christopher, you 
wanna hang out today?"

	I called myself Christopher instead of Adrian or Alucard while in town. I 
shook my head, "No... not today. Kinda busy."

	"Oh, ok. Well, see you later!" they said, running off.

	"Later..." I said back, but they didn't hear me. They weren't even my age. 
They were about 8 years old, and seemed to like hanging around people that 
seemed serious, and I was one of those people.

	I leaned against the tree trunk, pushing a strand of my hair out of my 
face. I was out of the castle today just for the heck of it; I was bored, 
and I liked going to Town. Whether it was because of the cheery attitude 
that people expressed when Saturday nights came (Saturday evenings are 
celebration night for Transylvania in which everyone comes to Town and have 
fun for some reason that I never understood)

	Mother let me go there almost every Saturday unless something was going on. 
I enjoyed being around humans. Their souls were pure, while mine was damned. 
I loved seeing their faces when they were happy, the way the color filled 
their cheeks while my cheeks stayed the same pale as always when I was 
happy, which was a rare occasion.

	Although, I do admit, I have killed a human before to feed, but only crooks 
and witchhunters who killed women and men for no good reason, but I wasn't 
addicted to Human blood to where I just killed everyone in sight.