Hello Guys this is a little story that came to mind after finishing the story of mary and ash. It has a lot of differences but some similarities as well please R&R:)

In all the time I walked this earth I never expected my life to change so dramatically over one thing.

I changed into pair of skinny jeans. Snug and loose at the same time. Ever since I could remember I liked clothes that looked good and were easy to maneuver in. no time for clothes that rip at the first sign of stress. I opened the doors into the walk in closet and stared at the many shoes. Beautiful Jimmy chews and Nine west stilettos but of course not my size.

I looked over at the human female on the ground, she was small around the waist a perfect fit but I had always had small feet. I walked around the corpse and went into the hall bare foot. Shutting the door behind me. She had lived in a very nice building I thought. Too bad I was thirsty. I shrugged and walked a flight of stairs.

Half way down I saw a little boy wearing red shoes that matched the sweater I was wearing. The little boy looked up at me.

"Hello miss." He waved and set down the little pony he was playing with.

"Hello little boy." I said in a sugary sweet voice.

"why aren't you wearing shoes?"

"couldn't find any my size." I said nicely as he walked a bit closer.

"it's a shame your real Purdy." He giggled

"Am I? what's your name little one?"

"Nathan. You want my shoes?" He took them off and handed them to me. " they might fit."

"why thank you Nathan." I turned to walk away but he stopped me and ran inside emerging with a clean pair of socks. He smiled big and I laughed a little. Not all humans were scum. The red shoes were a perfect fit and these "vans" seemed like durable shoes. I walked out into the LA air. Nice and crisp. In this world I didn't have to hide, people hardly noticed me. Seeing as plastic surgery helped people become as beautiful as any vampire.

I walked by the sand letting my feet sink. I didn't mind sand being in my shoes I was hardly ever uncomfortable since the change. The world was different when the sun set. No more easy going people. Its when my kind came out. Most preferred not to be in the sun, I enjoyed it. I watched a couple holding hands kiss and a little piece of me longed for that. But I remembered Vincent. He was the one who made me.

It was 1944 I was living in Britain and a solider boy by the name of Vincent, caught my eye. My father and brother were both going to be in the war against Germany. Vincent walked with a sort of grace I had never seen and many people stayed away from him. because he surpassed them in everything. He had light blond hair a green eyes. My absolute favorite. I had always been a sucker for a sweet talker. I was young only eighteen, I wasn't the most beautiful girl or the most talented. But he chose me. I closed my eye letting one single tear fall.

Never again. I laughed and stood up. Im stronger faster and smarter. I ran toward the water to swim and clear my head but this was a moment I'd never forget.