This will be the first story I will type that will have more than one chapter. This idea hit me when I was listening to The Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin. That song got me influenced to write this. I wouldn't written this story if it weren't for PheonixTears25 who help me out with ideas for the story. So, a special thanks to PheonixTears25 and this is dedicated to you.

Summary: Relates to 'Blood On Virgin Snow'. A story of Brooklyn's and Jess's (my OC) views of their lives before and after becoming vampires.

Rated: M for Mature

Warnings: Spoilers (since it relates to 'Blood On Virgin Snow'), Blood, Gore, Violence, Coarse Language, and Hints of Nudity and Sexual Themes.

Genres: Supernatural, Romance, Horror

Pairings: BrooklynxOC

Disclaimer: StarlightAngel101, DOES NOT own Beyblade, and OCs that belong to any authors I mention along the chapters. StarlightAngel101 owns story plot, Jess (OC), and other OCs that belongs to me and mention along the chapters.

OC PROFILE

Name: Jessica Pacheco

Nickname: Jess

Age: 16-17 (Human Years), 2 (Vampire Years, Fledgling)

Nationality: Canadian/ Portuguese

Appearance: 5'5", body is slim, but close to average weight and athletic. Dark brown waist length hair, crystal blue eyes with grey around the pupils, and light fair skin tone.

Personality: Independent, emotional, tom-boyish, artistic, silent at sometimes, assertive at often, and intelligence is above average.

Clothing: (Wears when a vampire) Black halter turtle-neck top, covers the waist and hips, black pants, black fingerless gloves, and black boots. When its' cold, wears a white knee length jacket with grey details. Other clothing will be known during the chapters

Other Information: She wears a necklace; a white and blue snowflake that her birth-family given to her. Wears another one but only when the time comes.

Chapter One: New Life

Opening his bluish-green eyes, he wondered how long he has been in the darkness. His vision, although blurry, began to get clearer by the second. Once his vision was completely clear, he scanned around his surroundings.

He seemed to be in a room, closed with a paper door. The walls seemed to be a dark-blue color and on the right side, there are thick black curtains, and to his guess there must be a window behind it.

Sitting up, he realized he was sleeping on a futon, the blanket covering the waist down, and looked around the room once more. There was a matching set of a desk, a chair, a closet, and drawers. One lamp was on top of the desk and the other lamp was beside him on top of a little bedside table.

What was strange to him was that his room is dark, the lamps were off, and he could see everything. The dark-blue walls and the furniture's carvings coated in a rich burgundy color.

Rubbing his eyes, thinking what has happened to him, a deep yet sinister voice spoke words that got him into his senses.

Once changed, your sight will be greater,

Speed will be quicker,

Your strength will grow when you get older.

Your day is your night,

As your night is your day.

For some reason, these words made sense to him yet, the word 'changed' made him think, changed into what?

Getting out of the futon, he stood up and walk to the black curtains. With his right hand, he pull the curtains slowly as he stare at the view from the window. The sky was dark indicating that it is night time. The stars glitter making it beautiful.

But the question that he kept thinking is how long he has been out of conscious.

He close the curtains as he heard the paper door open to see a man in his late 20s, brown hair and green eyes. Skin tone is pale as snow.

"Are you Brooklyn?" he asked.

Brooklyn nodded, wondering how the man knows his name.

"Boris wants you at the throne room, immediately," his tone demanding as he shut the paper door.

Now so many questions came to his mind. Where was he? Who is this Boris character? What's going on?

Brooklyn straightening his clothes to make him not look like he just woken up. He wore a green-silk shirt, sleeves rolled-up, a V-neck slit collar, black pants, matching boots that he just put on and a midnight blue scarf belt tied around his waist. He combed his orange-red hair with his fingers to make it less messy than before.

He left the room he was in, as he was behind the man who was leading him to the throne room.

Passing by many paper doors in the hallway, he thought that he is not the only one. They pass through thick double doors and enter a big room with people young and old, males and females that are sitting on couches, and chairs next to round tables. Some were standing, some drinking from cups, others socializing. What they have in common was that they were pale, and they were staring at him as he past by them. Passing many wooden doors, that lead to many hallways, but both of them reach to a tall, wooded double door, carved and coated in black.

The man open the door as Brooklyn enter into a room which he believed to be the throne room. Taking a few steps while looking around, the doors he entered was shut leaving a swift breeze to past him.

Then what he saw in front of him was a man, who looks to be in his late 40s, with purple hair and dark-red eyes, sitting on the throne. He was wearing what seemed to be what upper-class families wear.

So…he must be Boris….

"I see you are awake, did you have a nice nap?" Boris asked.

"Well it was a nice nap, till I woke up. Where in hell am I?!" Brooklyn asked with hinted temper.

"You didn't remember."

"Remember what?"

Boris got out of the throne, walking towards Brooklyn grab him by the arm, dragging him to one of the sides of the throne room and got in front of the blood red curtains. Boris free hand, with aggressiveness moved his neck and kept it there. The hand that was holding his arm was release and he moved the curtains away to reveal a mirror that is a floor length.

There were a few things that Brooklyn saw on the mirrors reflection. One, what he saw on his neck was two puncture marks. Secondly, his flesh had become pale like all of the others he saw. The one thing that got him to go in fear, his eyes widen in terror to see that Boris doesn't have a reflection at all. All he could see was him and him alone.

Somehow this scene got Brooklyn to remember that he felt something goes in his neck before going into darkness. Was the mark on his neck, and the paleness of his skin had something to do with him changing into one of them?

"So, tell me, do you remember now?" questioned Boris.

"A bit…." Brooklyn replied.

Boris let got of him from his grip and walk back to his throne. That's when he stopped, a step close to his throne, his back facing Brooklyn, "Then do you remember you accept the offer of immortality and power?"

These words that came out of his mouth, made Brooklyn took a step back….it hit him.

The sounds and images of him out of the night minding his own business, a group of males came out of nowhere, knocking him out into the darkness. He was held down, and a voice exactly like Boris's, gave him an offer and he accepts it. The pain on his neck that got him to go in darkness once more and to waken up in the room he was in before…..

……and now facing the man who done this to him.

But he had one question to ask…..

"Where and what am I?"

Boris smirked, thinking Brooklyn had remembered. And so he spoke the words that is the truth, and something that Brooklyn will be scar for his life.

"You are in the home of Blood Trillium, one of the few clans in Japan. We are the creatures who hunt at night of those weak and mortals. We live in the night and sleep when the light of the sun comes upon the sky. We are the damned; we are those who drink the life source of humans, blood. We are vampires and you are now one of us. Welcome to your life of immortality."

Follow by his laugh, sinister, dark and haunting……

"To this very day and eternity, I, Brooklyn Kingston, am a vampire serving for Blood Trillium."

Wow!! I'm done this in two whole days! Hope you enjoy this, and wait for the next chapter to set up… maybe in about a week or sooner.

See you then,

StarlightAngel101