A/N: OMG I actually finally found time to start rewriting this. X-x So yes, this is my first fanfiction ever. I'm hoping you guys like it and any questions etc, feel free to ask! At first I was giving up on this, but when I noticed the reviewers I guess I just appreciate the time you took to say something. Thank yooouu and sorry this took so long. It's the first chapter but rewritten with some changes and now it's in third person because I like it better. I'm hoping to get the second chapter rewritten soon! Thanks again for R&R!

Dearest Diary,

I don't know what else to do. It has only been a few months that I had run away from the tyranny of my cruel uncle, but sadly I do not know where to take it from here. I have been living off vials of blood taken from my deceased parents. I know it was my uncle who forced this 'gift' upon me, but I can't help shaking the guilt that it was partially my fault they died. As long as I have blood, I will be able to guard my body against the beating rays of the sun. But, what happens when I run dry of blood? I do not wish to harm mortal humans, but I need that precious fluid flowing through their veins to survive. I purchased a home (with my parent's money I had taken from my uncle) in a local city to find humans I can feast on. Studies from my uncle's books (of which I also stole) show there are arts to drink their blood with little damage to their ordinary lives. But so far, I can only keep it where they still feel sick and drowsy, but its better then dead or cursed I suppose. I know I'm supposed to be a cold hearted shadow hunter, but I never wanted this stupid curse. But again people wouldn't understand that. Continuing on, I have been going to normal school where I thought I'd learn something other then hiding in the shadows and murder. However, they hardly seem to know what they are talking about there. I have befriended a young bat himself who shares my home with me. I've come to know him as Drake. I own a ceremonial black robe and hood given to me from my uncle, but I really hate to wear it. (Good news is, becoming Goth will be easy for me hurr just kidding) For now, I keep my long pink hair (who would expect it, a vampire with pink hair ha) back with my mother's hair tie and I wear long black baggy pants and a striped purple and black tee shirt. I hope I look normal enough…The robe was a little too overbearing as it showed on my first day of school. No one really cared except for the skeptic kid. I'm going to have to get used to being awake in the day, but I know it will be worth it...right?

Love, Deirdre

The pale bony girl closed the book and left it on the desk. She walked out and looked up at the moon. It was beautiful and full. She leaned against the entrance of the home, and then left back inside. She made a pout thinking she actually had to sleep on such a glorious night.

"Goodnight Drake." She whispered, lying on her plush bed. She shut her eyes and waited for the day. It felt ridiculous, but eventually she lost consciousness.

The morning came, and Deirdre groaned slowly lifting herself from her bed.

"I promise you when the world is mine; I will give you the ultimate suffering mister morning and your morning happy of happiness." She pulled her hair back, cleaned up, and left through to the city. Going through the city, she traveled over until she found a rather rural area and finally the school….err 'skool'. Deirdre walked into the building and headed for her classroom. She eventually came upon the correct door and entered through, taking a seat in the far back in the middle row.

Dib, the school's own 'paranormal investigator' gave her a harsh look, to be returned by one of Deirdre's smirks then turned around. Their fighting started on Deirdre's first day of school. He pointed out the dulled reddish eyes which she claimed was a serious blood disorder. It was taken lightly by the rest of the class who groaned at Dib's insanity as if it was a regular thing. Deirdre used the disapproving groans of the room to build up some confidence which helped her survive with the skeptic in class. It also helped having Zim, the 'alien' boy to distract him. She was never sure what he was or if Dib was actually right, but she decided it best to keep her nose out of it. As Ms. Bitters explained the imamate doom of the classmates and their parents and their parent's parents, the lunch bell eventually rang. Everyone hopped out and grabbed the stuff they needed to the cafeteria. Deirdre hopped out of her seat and followed along. She never had exactly eaten much food since the whole vampirism ordeal.

"I blame my uncle for that one" She muttered, sticking the tiniest tip of her tongue out. She had lost her taste for just about everything whether is just taste horrible being the government food that it is, or the fact nothing really compares anymore to the blood. She however, did as the rest of the group did, and waited in the line for a tray of food. Looking down at her tray, she made a sour face.

"I could have sworn I had seen a corpse that looked more appetizing." As she studied the corpse lunch, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed her shoulder. She jumped, a part of the lunch falling in her lap, and turned around. It was Dib.

"How would YOU know what a corpse looks like? Seen any lately? Hm? Hm? Yeah I know your game vampire." He grinned maliciously reaching his hand into a bag. "And now, the ultimate victory for me!" She stared, afraid for a moment until he pulled a ball of garlic out and chucked it at her.

"DIB!" She growled, standing up from the table to have the food in her lap hit the floor and began to crawl away. She started to chase after him around the cafeteria as he took out his camera and yelled. He seemed to be the only one here who cared if someone was out of the ordinary or not, and she didn't particularly want the attention. They started jumping and wavering through tables and hitting into walls. "Dib! Get back here!" She was fuming, although still somewhat careful to hide her jagged teeth. Eventually they ran into Zim's table and knocked his face into a pile of food he was previously examining.

"AHHH HOW IT BURNS! BURNS!" He screamed, adding to the noise that everyone seemed to be oblivious to. "Dib stink you will pay for this!" He swore, jumping into the struggle. Dib grabbed Deirdre's hair, causing her to slip backwards and he jumped at it.

"Maybe if I get a real vampire fang, I can show what a fake you are!"

"Get your disgusting hand away from my mouth!"

"I AM ZIM!"

"SHUT UP ZIM" Both Deirdre and Dib shouted as Dib multitasked to try and pull off Zim's wig as well as get evidence of vampires. The trio wrestled kicking and screaming. At one point, Dib grabbed Zim's ankle as he tried to get back up and tripped him back down to knock the wind out of still-on-the-floor Deirdre.

"Zim, get off of me." She wheezed.

"Be honored as the faithful cushion of Zim!" He beamed with his ego filling up the entire room.

"My foot will be honored to go right…" She started, half jokingly when he turned to Dib. They were about to continue when an adult was heard from across the room.

"That's enough!!" It was the principal.

"Zim, Dib, Deirdre, report to my office immediately."

"Yes Mr. McNeal" The three sighed, following each other with death glares out of the room.

"Everyone else, resume your lunch and get to class."

Eventually the final bell rang, and the freshly scolded school children left the office and out the school through the large doors.

"My heeadd, I never thought a human being would be able to tallkk so much." Deirdre groaned.

"Not that you'd know much about human beings now would you?" Dib remarked although tired as well.

"Give it a rest. Your fighting has already got us this far." The two argued, Zim leaving home immediately. Eventually after two more fights to the death, the two went different ways to rest up. Not really sure where she ended up after following Dib, Deirdre walked on through, checking the place out. "This place is so different then home." She muttered, starting to think of her family. She was so wrapped up in thought, she didn't notice there was something on the sidewalk, which caused her to face plant into the ground.

"What the hell?" She looked down to see a small green dog sitting on the curb. It looked up at her and then smiled.

"HII!!" The little dog yelled.

"…You can talk?" Her voice obviously gave off her surprise.

"Heeyy what's dat?!" He pointed to her backpack, jumped inside and pulled out a pink marker.

"Um, that's a marker. Here, you can have it." She pat his head with a slight smile. He squealed, took the top off and started drawing on the sidewalk.

"You're pretty cute." She sat next to him as he hummed a tune and drew of picture of a pig. He nodded, jumped in my lap and drew a star on her shallow cheek.

"Weee pretty human!"

The anger she normally felt subsided as the thought of how innocent the little dog was. "So what are you doing out here by yourself?" She asked, pulling out a piece of paper for him to draw on.

"I'm waiting for master to return from schooooll!!" He explained, taking the piece of paper from her hand.

"Out here by yourself though?"

"Yeah, the house is borrrring when no ones around."

"Well, I'll play with you while you're waiting if you want." She offered, having nothing better to do myself.

"Oook!" He jumped up, taking her hand, and began running.

"Oh this should be fun."