Prologue:
I have always known I was different. I have never fit into any mold or any one particular group. I am a loner, an outsider; I am the very definition of introvert. But let me first introduce myself; I am Kiyanna McDowell and I am a vampire or vampiress if you want to get technical. But like I said I am different, I am not your typical vampire. I do not shun the sun nor its light. I do not feed from humans nor do I desire their blood with an uncontrollable urge. The legends and myths say that I am to be repelled by crucifixes; on the contrary I actually own several and have worn one on occasion. The stories also say that the wolf is my mortal enemy and that I should fear them and hate them, like I said I am different; I am in fact . . . . in love with a wolf.
This is my story . . .
I was born in the literal sense of the word in 1990 in Memphis, TN. I am of average build and of average height, five foot three and half to be precise. My hair is brown, but it is a dark brown; some say almost black. I have natural red highlights because of my Irish ancestry and my skin is has an pale-olive complexion, sort of. For the fifteen years I was human my life was simple and easy. Nothing of importance ever happened to me. And then the day of my sixteenth birthday dawned. On this fateful day I met Aaron, a tall light skinned Scotsman with black hair and a six pack. When I first saw him he was the cool guy in our high school that always wore reflective sunglasses. A year later we were dating and I was a vampire.
I am getting ahead of myself, so let me back up to that day:
