It’s behind you and it’s in your face,
close your eyes.
All those years of their smoke and mirrors and
open minds.
And they tried to find a way to make me something that I’m not.
I touched the world. I felt the sun.
I know the best is yet to come undone.
I looked around at everyone.
I know the best is yet to come undone.

It’s so obvious that the promise
keeps me here.
Painting pictures where all the colors
disappear.
And they tried to find a way to make me something that I’m not.
Can I find my way out?
And I’ll find my way, yeah

And they try to find a way to make me something that I’m not.
I touched the world. I felt the sun.
I know the best is yet to come undone.
I look around at everyone.
I know the best is yet to come undone.
The best is yet to come undone.
Undone~Danny Peck
 

I thought I had it all worked out. Funny how life twists, isn’t it? I was just weeks away from leaving home for college, not even old enough to vote yet, and suddenly everything changed.

I don’t remember much about the night I became a vampire. My Maker never stuck around long enough for me to remember a face. The world is a scary place when you wake up changed and there’s no one to tell you what is going on. I was lucky or blessed; it depends on what you believe in.

I grew up with God, not just on Sundays but every day. My Dad felt that it was our family's job to be an example to the heathen masses, demonstrating true faith by strictly following a righteous path 24/7; sometimes it sucked being the family of the only Southern Baptist preacher within 50 miles. Being the youngest of 8 kids and the only boy meant I had many worldly things I wanted to try. According to my parents, it wasn’t simple curiosity on my part but that I was being tempted by the Devil enough to endanger losing my own faith. While Mom and Dad were never quite as strict with me as they had been with my elder sisters when they were children, my sibs still covered for me many times when I might have caught Hell otherwise. I loved my parents and sisters, still do actually. I know it's best for them if I stay away now, but it doesn’t make it easy.

I think the hardest part about me leaving like I did was that I left things so unfinished; left my family wondering how they failed me. Even though Dad and I were having some struggles with my growing up and wanting to be free of the small town, preacher’s son restrictions, I know we would have got passed it. I was headed to college soon, the token country jock that was going to set the rest of those MIT computer nerds on notice that they might have underestimated my potential. We didn’t, and it is my fault. One night I decided to go to a party with some friends from work. I mean, I was 17, going to college in a couple of weeks, needing to exercise my independence and it really sounded cool. It was fun from what I remember, even if I can’t remember much.

I woke up in the basement of the abandoned warehouse where the party happened. I will have nightmares about those first twelve hours for the rest of my existence. I killed a bum, more than one actually. I think I killed my girlfriend that night. I felt like I was headed straight for Hell and I did what I always did when I was in trouble, I headed home.

Going home was a huge error in judgment. Since Dad already had his suspicions about my behavior before I was turned, the phone call from me freaking out and crying afterward pushed him to have a couple of guys waiting for me when I got home. The whole family was there to intervene and get me to the Wilderness Drug Rehab that they thought I needed. The next mistake was freaking out and fighting. The look on my family’s face was enough for me to give up, go quietly with the police and wish I was dead. A couple days locked up in a special cell (no bed, steel sink, no windows) on suicide watch and I was praying to God it would all end soon.

I thought Connor was an angel when he arrived. I guess he still is, at least he is to me. He saved my butt in more ways than one. He brought me back here, to his place in the city and is helping me learn to live this new immortal life. In return, I’m helping out where I’m best at it, the computer.

Things aren’t the same but it’s not so bad. There are a few drawbacks but the perks are amazing. I’ve had to rethink some of my religious upbringing. I’m still working things out but, I guess, all things considered, I’ve got it pretty good.