Ok, right. Ive got a couple of stories that ive been writting, the aim is to write a novel. The thing is im not sure which one to continue with and which ones to ditch. This is the first one, im looking for any feedback, what people think, whether is seems to much like another book, film etc, peoples opnions. I will apologies however for the spelling nd punctuation mistakes, your just have to ignore them. They wont be in the one that ill finish, i want to know if this character is interesting enough to want you to read more about him Lawrence the Vampire (Working Title) Chapter 1 – The beginnings I would like to start by explaining that things that go bump in the night are not always figments of an over active imagination. Sometimes the truth is more frightening, this is something that I wish, I never new. It is also something that I wish I was not part of, this, this darkness. The underworld it is called by those who are a part of it, it is everywhere you see. It stretches far and wide across the globe, moving along in the background of what I once new. Forgive me for being so rude, I am a vampire. My name is Lawrence, I had a family name once, it was the first thing I shed when I tried to leave my old life. I know you will not believe me, and I know of no way of which to show you that I am truly one of the un-dead. Now I know you will have many questions. I assure you that I will answer them in time. I also know that your first question is why I am sharing this with you, that my friend is an easy one. I have lived in the shadows of the night observing the life I left. I still long to be apart of that world once again, yet I know it is something that I cannot once again have. This then will be my final goodbye to that world. Shall we begin then? The year was 1987 and I was a young man of twenty-four then. I was full of life, enjoying the parties and the night life. The Pet Shop Boys where number one in the UK charts with it’s a Sin, ironic really since they where number one during the June of that year, it is how I remember my deathday as I have come to call it, The day in which I shed my human skin and apparently my human life as well to become one of the legion of the un-dead. The night was cold but young; I was on my way to a new club, Invite only for the grand opening. I don’t remember how I was invited but I was always up for a party. The club was down a back ally, down and off the normal club circuit. As I got closer to the club’s main entrance I was awestruck, it was like nothing I had seen before. The building seemed like something out of an old book, the full moonlight bounced off of the surroundings buildings with a shimmer off of the wet ground where the rain had collected during the day. Such rich character, the building seemed timeless, holding a gothic feel. It just begged you to come closer. Everything seemed so dark but yet so light at the same time, as I drew nearer I could not see a line, the clubs name written in old English above a sturdy metal door, a single bouncer keeping guard. A very well built man, I remember him well from his stance. The look on his face was expressionless; he seemed like a brick wall. I came to stand in front of him, still admiring the buildings architecture. He looked me over from head to toe and asked for my invitation which I handed over without question. He took the invitation from me and stepped forward to open the heavy metal door. As I passed I thanked him, glancing back I noticed a sinister smile on his lips but before the expression had register in my mind the heavy metal door was closed.