Colby Blanchard
Undead Living 102
Being Undead
Short Essay
Being Undead: What it means to me
In the fall of my senior year of high school, I walked home
after a football game, alone. I was attacked by a rogue
vampire who changed me into a vampire. I quickly discovered
(after a visit from some Vampire Investigators) that I was
Undead without a license and not even a full-blood vampire,
but only a half-blood. Normally, I would have been destroyed
because I only possess some vampire traits, but I provided a
pretty compelling argument, managing to get a license,
emancipate other half-bloods and was given the job as their
Protector. But full-bloods still don?t like us. At all.
But why? Well, it appears I am prophesied in some ancient
texts to bring about the end of the world.
This time the mixed blood will rise,
The One who is Undead but Alive,
Who is pure but not whole,
And they will bring forth the beginning of the end.
So, what’s being Undead mean to me? It means I have no time.
Since full-bloods don’t like me, they all want to kill me
and I’m constantly dodging stakes and swords, I never have
time to finish my assignments. Which is why this essay is late.