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Keira was never the normal girl in her school. Every one either saw her as the quiet girl, who the girl you'd want to avoid. But Keira wasn't just a freak at school, she was a Vampire that thirsted Human blood and spared no lives. But among all the lines of being a Vampire, Keira was also different in that category. Keira had a power that the Night World couldn't figure, a power that not even Keira could explain. As things begin to heat up in the heart of Vancouver, Circle Daybreak has entered the scene to find the one person they seek: Night World Next Victim.( Not a wild Power). As Keira's journey to discover the truth about her past and her diseased brother, a new kid comes to town and for the First time in her life, she felt drawn to him. Can Keira handle her powers while trying to fight forbidden love? And can Circles Daybreak find Night World's next victim before it's too late?

K so this is my first story that i made up with my OWN characters. I've never really done that before but i wanted to see how it goes so please read and review

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Chapter 1

You are different Keira, much more powerful than of the others. Use that Power, Keira, use it

Keira scrambled in her bed trying to block away the burning light of the morning sun. She ducked her head under her covers and shut her eyes once again, trying to ignore the annoying sound of her alarm clock.

Use it Keira.. The sound of her father's voice shook her. The last words before his cruel some death sent shock waves down her back. She slammed her head into her soft pillow and groaned, she stuck her hands out of the covers and slammed down on the alarm clock, shattering it into pieces She flipped her covers over and slowly got out of bed.

Once i was out of my bed, i turned to the calender that hung on my wall. September 8th. Today was the first day of school, the first day of my junior year. Another year at that dread full school.

On the bright side, its one more year closer to getting the hell outa' there i thought as i walked into my bathroom. I never really cared much about how i looked like. The long golden brown hair on my head was a complete mess, i grabbed a brush and ran it though my hair. I winced at the pain of the tangles being torn. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. I took one last look in my mirror.

Ugh, i'll have to feed later. Wasn't that boy last night enough? I thought as i pulled on a black tank top. I finished dressing and ran down stairs. My mother was sitting on the kitchen table with her reading glasses on, her blond hair was a mess and she was in a robe. She looked up at me and i smiled, heading for the door.

" You hold it right there, Keira" she said when I began walking. I looked back at her to see her standing up with the papers in her hand. " Keira, you just can't stop it can you?"

I knew exactly what she was talking about, but i decided to play clueless for a change. " Stop what, mom?" i asked her.

She held up the papers. On the front page was the article titled " Young boy found dead in Vancouver".

" Keira, you have to stop this now. Why can't you just be like your brother and me? Why must you take humans?" she fumed. She took of her glasses and walked towards me, rattling the papers in her hand in my face. I was beginning to get mad myself.

" Why do I have to be like you? Why do I have to hunt on animals?" i asked her, glaring into those glass like blue eyes. Which apparently i have too.

" Keira listen to me, if this continues you will find the consequences the hard way. Do you want to end up like your broth-" it was then the balloon that held all my anger exploded.

" I DON'T CARE. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed into her face, with out saying anymore i turned my back to her and walked out the door. Slamming it so hard i head cracks from it.

I stood outside the door breathing heavily, staring at the concrete floor. I shut my eyes tight and took in one last breath. Then an alarm hit me.

The scent of blood was in the air. I turned my senses on and heard a bell echo through my sensitive hearing. I looked up the road to see a young biker. He turned to me and waved, greeting me. I smiled back and watched as he continued his way down the slope. I closed my eyes and followed the hidden arrows and the images of his silent fate.

My breakfast is heading to downtown.

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