Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER! IF YOU READ ANYTHING THAT IS FAMILIAR THEN IT OBVIOUSY DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. This story is mainly AU with a few of the normal things thrown in and most chucked out. Hope you enjoy and please review.

My knee-length, plain white summer dress was splattered with mud and damp with the rain. My slightly wavy hair, which was the colour of a crow (so black it shined blue in the light), hung down my back reaching almost to my ankles when it was down. To most people I appear to be only 7 years of age however, I am actually 139 years old.

I was born in 1873 on the 7th March in a remote small village called Penhurst in England. We lived on a small yet important farm. Our farm was the main supply of food to the village so if it failed, well everyone was hungry. Father worked everyday tending to the crops, feeding the animals etc. Mother cooked, cleaned, sewed the holes in our clothes and patched me up when I fell. I had 4 older brothers: Frederic-16, George-15, James-13 and Oliver-11. After that came little me; Damaris Ekaterina. However, while my family may seem 'awesome' or whatever, there is one thing wrong and I am constantly reminded of it. I am not a real part of this family. Whilst their surname is Williams, I remain without one. This is my constant reminder that I was found at 7 month old in the woods nearby and was adopted into this family. The day I was found I was wearing a simple black cotton gown with a single pocket in. The only thing I had that gave any information about me was the folded letter in my pocket that stated my name and my date of birth. Nothing else. This never bothered my family and the boys treated me like a sister as well. However, I constantly wondered about my real family. Had they just not wanted me or had I got lost.

When I was first found a poster of me was placed all over the town and even more were sent out to be put up in the neighbouring towns and cities. With no way to find out who I really was I was bound for adoption and so I ended up here.

One day, my brothers were helping papa in the field as most of the crops were ready to be harvested and so I was helping mama in the house. After breakfast we cleaned and did the washing (any clothes with holes were placed into one pile to be sorted later). Before noon we baked a blackberry pie with the newly harvested berry's and after noon we mended the clothing. However, just as we were about to start sewing, mother realised that although we might be able to just about mend these clothing pieces, the thread was low. This is how I ended up walking into town for more thread.

On my way back I was happily singing to myself swinging the basket in my hand. The day was extremely warm for September so I was walking lazily. That's when I smelt it. It was a strong smell of burning. I began running towards the house only to see the barn in flames. I dropped the basket and began full on sprinting. Just as I was getting close I heard a scream that tore at my heart. I knew it came from mother but I couldn't hear any of my brothers or my father and now I couldn't hear my mama. Walking inside I had to stop as it was horrible. Blood was everywhere: the walls, the ceiling. Standing in the middle of the sitting room was a man. A tall man with dark brown hair and wearing rather fancy clothes and he was stood right in the middle of a circle made of the members of my now dead family. I couldn't help but scream.

"Now, now child. Don't scream. Or cry, or kick or even thing about biting me." I was petrified. Who was he and why did he kill my family? The second he had saw me he had grabbed me and placed his hand over my mouth. I relaxed in his arms so that he would release my mouth so I could talk.

"W...why di...did you kil...kill them?" I questioned him.

"Because I was hungry and I still am" I then understood. He was the reason why mama and papa always said to never speak to strangers for. He was the reason why people had been dying from 'animal' attacks a lot lately. I knew what he was.

"You're th...the s...s...succubus, aren't y...you?"

"You are one clever miss. Sadly though your intelligence is going to be wasted. However, I could make you like me. Would you like that?" I wasn't 100% sure about what I was agreeing to but as long as I stayed live I was okay...right? Suddenly, pain. That is all I could feel. It hurt so much but I couldn't get it to go away. I was in that much pain that I couldn't even scream out loud. I don't know how long it went on for: hours? days? weeks? I couldn't be sure but after a while it gradually began to fade until it was gone altogether. I slowly opened my eyes to familiar surroundings. I was still in my sitting room but there was no blood anywhere, or any bodies. I felt completely normal, maybe I had fell and hit my head and imagined it all. Then it came. A pain almost as bad as the other one. However, this one was only in my throat and it made me realise that it wasn't a dream. Suddenly, a slight shifting in the room made me re-focus. A piece of paper was laying on the table with my name written on it (well, it was my new name, in a way)

Hello, Clever Miss,

If you are reading this than you have until noon, 7th September to exit the house with any belongings you wish to keep, or they will burn. The pain in your throat is hunger and can only be dulled with blood. Drink and you live. Don't drink, and you still live, you just become weak and your body will be full of pain. Also, you will now have super hearing, eyesight, strength and speed and the ring upon your finger will stop you from burning in the sun (it was only as I read about it that I realised it was there) You will not see me again, this I promise, so goodbye.

I quickly read this a few times before stretching and standing up. I looked over to the clock on the mantle piece and saw that it was almost noon and then rushed into the kitchen to look at the calender. Sure enough it was 7th September and I only had 10 minutes to pack some things. I began running to my room and when I arrived there in under a second I realised I had used my super speed. I then used it again to pack up most of my clothes, books, my favourite doll (Alice) and my tea set that I had been rewarded with after earning the highest mark in class at school. I then ran to mama and papa's room and picked up mama's perfume and jewellery and papa's aftershave and placed them in my trunk. I then ran to the room that all 4 of my brothers shared and took some of their things. I took Oliver's few toys that he owned , James' football, George's few books and Frederic's art supplies. Then I was gone. I was worried that the trunk would be too heavy but the thing was actually extremely light and considering that I had a bit of room still left, I ran to mama's sewing room. Glancing at the clock I saw I had 2 minutes left and so I hurried even more. In the room I grabbed lots of needles and most of the; thread, materials, clothes, her half finished dresses and her sketch book. It was as I was leaving the house that I realised that this would be the last time I saw this house and so I dropped my trunk and ran through the house one last time. I was running with super speed but yet I could see everything. I ran through papa's study, mama's sewing room, the drawing room and finally the family room. It was in there that I stopped. I knew I had to be quick so I took the picture of all 7 of us off of the fireplace and the various small pictures from around the room. Then I made a dash for it. Outside, I ran for the hill that lay around 5 minutes away (I arrived in around 1). As I turned around to look at the house for the last time, I saw that it was already in flames so I turned back around and walked away.