A light in the darkness of my room is the only light I have seen in what feels like an age. As I stare up at the lamp on my table- that is filled with hundreds of different books to keep me from going insane- I remember the first time I came here. It was the 1930s I was 18 and trying to make a life for myself.

My mother had long since passed away, it was just me in that lonely town, filled with rich men with only bad intentions and poor girls and boys with nothing but the clothes on their backs. I had moved to the town of Chicago with my mother when I was eight, we came from France, desperately trying to get away from my abusive father.

My mother had gotten herself a job as a hostess in a fancy French restaurant, we made a living but as soon as she died from cancer, on my 16th birthday it all faded away. I still to this day remember her beautiful face, she looked like me but her eyes where more green, whereas mine are white that shine pale blue in the sunlight. Not that I have seen sunlight in a very long time.

Her straight pale blonde hair fell to her shoulders, whereas mine falls in gentle waves to the middle of my back. When I turned 18 I got myself a job as a dancer, well a dancer that stripped for money, I'm not too sure what you would call that these days. One day when I was dancing, I met a man named Joe.

He told me that he would take me away from that life, that he would give me everything I would ever need, or want. I will admit that I fell head first in love with him. He wasn't that attractive but his words made my heart ache. His large, strong hands holding my small and delicate ones made me feel safe.

His hair was dark and thinning slightly, but his smile was kind and reassuring and his brown eyes where warm, but I was strongly mistaken, people aren't always what they seem. He took me to a hotel one day and told me that he wanted to be with me, but then after he had declared his love for me he told me that he was already married, but unhappy.

He said that he couldn't leave his wife, but so desperately wanted a life with me that he would buy me a home, and give me everything I would need. He went on to say that he would tell his wife he was away for business but he would come to me. He told me that he would make a family with me, but could never be my husband.

I being extremely upset - and refusing to be with someone who could not marry me - told him no and tried to leave, hoping to never see his face again. But he wouldn't let me go; he locked the door and begged me to stay. When he got the point that I would never be with him he struck me, knocking me out completely.

I remember waking up near a river, it was cold and the sky was dark. He stood in front of me, his usually warm eyes dark and angry, and his mouth curved down in a snarl. I stood up to be level with him. "Joe," I begged my pale eyes filled with terrified tears. "Joe, please don't do anything silly." He moved closer to me until his eyes where inches away from mine.

"Be with me then Celestia, I can never let anyone else have you, never!" He screamed, his breath smelling like old vodka, and his hands balled up into fists. "No, Joe please let me go, I can't be with you, and it's not fair I'm sorry." I cried my light soothing voice tinged with a French hiss.

His eyes clouded over with angry tears, as he dealt his first blow, knocking me onto the wet ground. As he hit and kicked me into a bloody pulp, I could feel my soul slowly leave me cold body. My eyes where open but I couldn't make much sense of what was going on around me. But I can still see her knocking him to the ground with one small movement.

She was standing next to him but looking over at me one moment, and then she was lifting me up into her frozen arms. She held me against her neck as she rocked me back and forth, then she cut a small incision on her throat and held my mouth to it, forcing me to drink from her.

She looked a lot like me and my mother, but I had never seen her before and her hair had shone silver in the moon light. As she forcefully gave me her life force, she told me that she was my so many greats grandmother, and that she was no longer a live, but undead and what you would call a vampire. She also told me that I soon would be one too. That is what I am now.

I fell into what seemed like a deep sleep, and when I awoke I was in this room, she stood next to my bed, her pale blonde hair up in a high bun, and she wore a pale grey suit. "How are you feeling my love?" She asked taking my weak white hand into her own. I didn't have the strength to yank it away so I let her hold me.

"My name Celestia my darling is Amelie." She said her voice loving but old. I looked up into her young face, a face that looked around the same age as mine, but had eyes that said she was matured far beyond my age. "Do you have anything to ask?" She asked stroking my small and delicate hand with her Ivory skinned fingers.

"Where am I?" I crooked, looking around at my surroundings. My bed was long and wide, with white sheets and a dark oak head board. The roof tilted down above me, making me believe that I was in an attic. Across the room was a desk, with a small pile of books, a quill and piles of paper. The floor was wooden with a large circle rug; the brown and red pattern resembled something from the Aztec times.

The walls where a dirty white and there were no windows, the only light was the light from a lamp sat at the edge of the desk. "You are at my house; this is to be your room from now on." I smiled slightly, it took a lot of energy but I did it. "You mean I can have a new life, with new people here? That would be great, thank you so very much for doing this for me." I said weakly grinning from ear to ear.

She looked down at our hands, a sad look in her pale grey eyes, "No darling, I'm afraid I can't let you leave this room." My grin falls and my eyes tear up in shock. "What? Why?" I asked confused. Her eyes looked up into mine, a sad smile playing at her thin lips. "It's for your own safety darling. You are the last of my line, I can't have you dying, I love you, I must protect you." She whispered her smooth hand against my face.

I leaped up out of the bed willing all of my strength to come back and help me escape, but as soon got to the door I collapsed. She hadn't moved I knew she could have easily stopped me but she didn't. She walked over to me effortlessly lifting me back to the bed. "I'm sorry my love, I must leave now, but I will come back at night fall, I promise.

As she opened the thick wooden door, she turned and smiled, by the look of her skin, I could tell she didn't do that often. As she left I let myself burst in to tears. She had locked me away like a prisoner and I could do absolutely nothing about it.

As I snap back to the present day I hear the door unlock. I turn my head and wait for her to appear. "Hello, Celestia darling, how are you?" I don't speak as she walks to me and lightly kisses my forehead; she then places some beautiful white roses in to the vase on my desk. I hesitate but then give in. "I'm fine, a bit hungry though." I whisper defeated.

She reaches into her big white handbag and pulls out a blood filled plastic bag. I smile and lung for it as my stomach snarls, begging me for the blood. She hands it to me, pulling her hand away quickly as I yank it from her grasp.

She stares at me silent for a moment, obviously thinking something through. After a while of her just standing next to the desk and staring at me, she says, "I have something to tell you, I think you are going to be very happy. I freeze half way through chugging down the blood, and look up into her eyes.

"What." I mumble, with the bag still in-between my full, now blood red lips. "Something is happening, something I cannot discuss, you are not safe here, and I must do everything in my power to keep you safe, as your grandmother."

My dead hearts beat quickens, as exited adrenaline pumps through my probably not working veins. "So?" I mumble still drinking from the bag. "So," She sighs, "You are going to be living with a friend." My body freezes again and I shake, not even blinking an eye, not that I blink much anyway, or breath for that matter, You don't have to when your technically dead.

"That means you will be aloud outside to roam the town as you like, even to make friends. But you are not allowed to drink from or harm anyone. You are also not allowed to tell anyone you are my relative, you have never met me ok?" She asks seriousness and concern filling her grey eyes.

"Ok," I say finally moving and after finishing my bag of blood. "When am I moving?" I ask looking over at my room and thinking of what to pack. "Now." She says making me turn to look at her. "Grab your things we are leaving right now." "But..." "Now!" She yells her body language now showing signs of fear, like she suddenly just felt something bad coming.

"Ok... Ok I don't need much, just a few books and bits of clothing." I grab a hand full of clothes shoving them into a back pack I was given, but thought I would never use. I am so excited I just can't believe it, but I am also concerned, I've been here for so long that I have actually grown a bond with Amelie, don't get me wrong I'm angry at her for locking me away, but I understand that she just did it for my protection.

As I continue packing I ask her, "So, what's the urgency, what happened?" I turned to look at her, she is sat on the large bed in the corner of the room, looking down at the Aztec rug, stress and anxiety wrinkle lines sit at the corners of her eyes.

"I told you, I can't tell you, the only thing I can say is that you will be in danger if anyone finds out your my relative. I thought I was protecting you, but I will only be putting you in danger if you stay here. She looks up at me tears settle in her clouded eyes.

"Where am I going?" I ask my relieved and happy smile falling as I watch her face drop. "To stay with a friend, you will find out soon." And with that she takes my hand and drags me and the bag filled with clothing and books, out of the room I had stayed in for decades and then out of the beautiful and large old building.