When you're the only daughter of a powerful and old-fashioned family, they tend to be a bit overprotective. As much as a family can love its precious daughter, they must understand that someday, she'll have to flap her wings and fly away. That's the way of nature, and of the mundane world. I wish my parents understood that.
My name is Nasira "Nana" Boubacar, and I was born in the City of Adel Bagrou, southeastern Mauritania. My father, Aziz Boubacar is Afro-Mauritanian, and my mother Yasmin Aoun is originally from the small town of Hazmiyeh, Republic of Lebanon. They met while my mother was visiting Nouakchott, capital of Mauritania. They fell in love, got married and had little old me.
My family lives in a fortress-like enclave that has been in our family for centuries. Al Qasr is what we call it, and for untold generations, the Boubacar clan has lived in that towering enclave. In my home, I had quarters vast enough for the Los Angeles Lakers to practice dribbling in, and servants. We're a wealthy clan, and our name carries much respect. Sounds like paradise, eh? Must be why I couldn't wait to leave it all behind.
Sounds like a regular tale, eh? Guy meets gal, and had a daughter, who now wants to get out from under mommy and daddy's shadow, and that sounds little pretty common stuff. Well, it isn't. For starters, I'm a Vampire, or Ghouls, as the Arab world calls my kind.
Yes, vampires do exist. Before we go any further, I must clear up certain misconceptions about us. Yes, we do drink blood, but we can function just fine in the daylight hours. I often hear the phrase "Vampires are eternal", and that's a load of bullshit. No one lives forever. Not me. Not you. I was born, I live, and someday, I'll die. Just like you. The only difference is that my kind have a lifespan equal to a thousand years. Death comes at the end of life for all of us. The fact that I belong to another species, a very old and resilient one, makes no difference.
To get a new vampire, a male vampire and a female vampire must get together, hook up and then the female vampire ( hopefully ) gets impregnated and, about five and a half months later, a new vampire offspring comes into the world. Sorry, Twilight fans, I cannot turn a human being into a vampire by biting him or her. When I bite someone, he or she dies. A vampire's fangs contain a natural paralytic which shuts down the victim's heart within minutes. Even if you get away, all the vampire has to do is wait and his or her victim will die.
If you were to look at me, you'd never suspect what I was, and that's how I like it. I stand five-foot-nine, curvy and sexy, with light brown skin and long black hair which I usually tuck away under my Hijab. I was raised Muslim, and my Islamic faith is important to me. Does that surprise you? It really shouldn't. We all need something to believe in, and at the end of the day, we are all creations of the Most High. Even vampires.
That's my belief and if you don't like it, you can kiss my shapely Afro-Arabian ass. Besides, who are you to judge? I left Mauritania and haven't looked back. I came to the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Just an ordinary gal in the big city, that's what I almost managed to convince myself I am. I enrolled at a small school, Bay State College, and immersed myself in my new life.
"Where did you say you were from again, sister?" asked a deep, masculine voice. I was walking on Commonwealth Avenue, on my way to the Boston Public Library to do some studying when the voice startled me. Even with a Vampire's ultra-sharp senses, it is not impossible to be caught by surprise, especially when distracted.
"Oh, hello Ali," I said, and I looked at the tall, dark and handsome young man who stood before me, and smiled. Ali Mahama, the young African-American guy who works at the Bay State College registrar's office as an assistant, has had his eyes on me ever since I started attending the school.
I'm not at all surprised that Ali Mahama is fascinated by me. I have that effect on mortals, both male and female. We vampires emit a certain pheromone which renders us irresistible to mortals. Makes them easy to bend to our will. I am however peeved that Ali has apparently followed me.
