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Prologue

"A memory remains just a tiny spark, I give it all my oxygen to let the flames begin, to let the flames begin…"

-"Let the Flames Begin," Paramore

"Oh my gosh you stupid car, what are you doing?"

"Why is my motorcycle covered in black nastiness?"

"Someone just fucking hit me! What the hell?"

"EXCUSE ME, why am I in sixth place and not first?"

My coven is weird. Amber and Peaches—they are strange individuals. Especially when it comes to Mario Kart. The nice thing is Amber, my creator, was changed only thirty years ago, so she still has a sense of the current technology and such that's available to the world as of now.

"HAVESOMEOFTHIS!"

"Oh, hey! I got a present for you. I worked super hard on it. Seriously, it would be an honor to have—NOOOOO FUCK YOU."

They're not the calmest of all vampires. Peaches (whose real name is Paula, but she changed it to Peaches 'cause it sounded better with her last name: Ping) was changed seventy years ago, so her concept of the modern world varies from exuberantly fascinated to painstakingly bored and perplexed.

"If this blue turtle interrupts the flow I got going on here I swear…"

"I will not lose to some losers!"

I was changed thirteen years ago, forever frozen in the mutilated but beautiful body of a fifteen-year-old girl.

I have not tasted a single drop of blood—animal or human.

I won't.

At first, waking up thirsty was like waking up with my throat submerged in embers, gradually growing into a vast ocean of fire before the pain became unbearable, hot and sizzling and sweltering and demented. A frenzy of heat. Amber says my hand was clutching my throat so tight in an attempt to soothe the ache, I actually tore a vocal cord. It healed rather quickly, although I didn't have the attention span to realize it.

The opening moments of my new life were a blur. Peaches says there was a lot of struggling as she and Amber tried to ease me up off the floor.

Why was I on the floor? I asked.

They said that if I couldn't remember, they weren't gonna bother to tell me.

"Amber, I swear if you pick Rainbow Road—"

"WE ARE RACING RAINBOW ROAD BECAUSE I AM A CHAMPION AT IT."

In the moment of my transformation, I wished I could feel nothing.

I wished I was dead.

But I guess to wish for death, you have to actually be alive, and newsflash: Vampires are not alive.

I know, shocking. Who'da thought that?

"Nonononono SON OF A—"

"I shrink you with lightning and I fall off a cliff for it? That is some bullshit right there."

Sometimes I tell myself that if they had left me to die—really, actually, fully just die—things would be better. To have given my last breaths of real life away to fuel the fire that followed the change was to give a murderer the gun they would kill you with.

"YESSSSS. YES. YES. YES."

"We're not friends anymore. Get out."

"But look at my shiny trophy. Aw, I think Princess Peach will just adore me for winning the Special Cup."

And it was something I had no control over.