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You were a vampire, immortal, powerful, ever young. Unfortunately it was that last part that was the problem. You had been turned when you were only a teen, all gangly limbs, and still changing body. Perpetually stuck with a baby face. Most other vampires had a hard time taking you seriously, despite you being older than quite a few of them.

Whilst this helped you get away with things a lot easier, it also meant that you were constantly being pulled aside by “concerned adults”. Even with the papers that you had regularly and professionally forged, thanks to some very high connections, you were constantly being called into question. Not to mention the fact that you had to constantly move around.

When you’re over 400 years old, and still being asked for ID, it gets more than a little tiresome. If only you had been turned a few years later.

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You were lucky you supposed, you had always worn darker styles with full coverage. Now that it was a necessity, no one really took any notice. Your eye colour was easily explained away as contacts, as was your sudden lack of glasses, your teachers not giving two shits about such things. Even your now sharp and pointed nails could be explained away.

The real difficulty came with trying to maintain control of your thirst. You never really talked much, so no one saw your fangs, but you could feel them, constantly elongated while you struggled to remain around humans. 

You couldn’t help but wonder why you tried. There was nothing really here for you. Your family was too busy and distant to care about you, and you didn’t really have any friends here. Maybe you just wanted to prove to yourself that you could finish high school, despite what you had become.

The question that wouldn’t leave your mind, was what then? What would you do when you Had completed school? You were flying blind here, you weren’t even sure how you had been turned. Neither of your parents and none of your siblings were vampires, and none of them knew what you were. They were all too caught up in their own lives. You had no one to turn to.

How long could you survive like this on your own?

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One of the hardest things to do, after being turned, was continuing on with school. Having to go through the daily motions and pretend that nothing had changed, when Everything had, was an absolute nightmare. 

The one who turned you was supportive, but they wanted you to try and finish at least this year of high school, before they considered homeschooling. You knew that they wanted you to have a semi normal experience for now, regretting that they had needed to turn you so young, but still, it didn’t make it any easier.

Usual teen exhaustion had nothing on the exhaustion you got from being awake during the day. The sun seemed to drain you of energy, not to mention that if you let the sun touch your bare skin for too long, it would visibly start to smoke, something that they assured you would eventually fade as you got older and more powerful.

They had ended up having to come into the school and inform all the teachers that you needed to be covered up and out of the sun at all times, due to some “rare illness”. You were pretty sure that a considerable amount of hypnosis and threats may have been used for several of your more nasty teachers. The upside was that you no longer had to do P.E. which meant less problems hiding your new strength and speed.

The fact that you had to now wear full cover clothing and sunglasses to school, had earned you more than a little teasing, but it was something you had already been pretty use to before you were turned. Fielding questions about the drink bottle you carried everywhere and drank from constantly, was a little more difficult. You couldn’t exactly tell them that it had been spelled to be larger on the inside, nor that it was filled to the brim with blood each morning.

You were genuinely shocked that no one had caught on yet, though you had a feeling that some were starting to suspect. By the time you would be ready to leave this place, you were certain that you could get a mastery in bullshitting. 

Your sire would be proud.