`` Luna

Massachusetts was a cold place in the winter at least, but certain people were immune to the cold. I am one of those exceptions. Though there are many exceptions for me. People would call me a witch back three hundred years. But to be precise, i am a vampire. The type that sucks your blood and cannot go into a dwelling without being invited. I am not the average vampire, no. I am the first.

My powers are extraordinary even for out kind. I have those witch spell powers, and the vampiric powers people would expect, the strength, the sight, she smell and the lust for blood. When I was born her name was Eva, she had black hair and the same sapphire eyes. As I grew up, there was something mysterious.

Now I go by Luna. I am at least 200,000 years old. I have killed many in my need for blood. Not for my life but for the wonderful taste. Many people call me sadistic for killing, but that is just my nature. To kill, is my life, everyone else's, its all a game. No Rules, no cheats. That's how i play.

The view in front of me was amazing, I could see the storm clouds coming in despite the light snow that fell, to any stupid human it would have seemed spectacular but for me, it was as boring as watching an ant crawl across a table. There was always the looks that caught people's attention. luckily, I have ways of masking my true appearance. It was a part of the power I have.

A guy walked towards the fishing dock at about 3am, no one was in sight and I hadn't fed in days. I smiled meanly, my lips pulled back to show my teeth. There was no way that the guy could see me. My fangs extended and eyes glowed scarlet. With eerie speed, i jumped. He didn't see me flying at him, no human eye could see me at this speed. I felt free for a minute and then i landed precisely in front of the man. "Hello, I'm Luna." I held my hand out to the man. I eyed him as his eyes widened. His gaze traveled over my body which appeared to be about thirteen years old. He took my hand and stated his name, "Mike."

He smiled widely. I let him move on with plan, the one I could so easily see unfolding in his mind; he was used to teens, he was dangerous, that is if you weren't the average girl. I let him step close to me, so i could feel his breath on my neck, his hands hovered over me then clamped down on my waist. I smiled widely, letting my fangs show. I knew they were translucent and milky looking, long and sharp. The so called Mike jumped and said, "What the hell are you?"

I smiled and spoke easily around the protruding fangs. My eyes glowed crimson, i knew this because i saw myself through his eyes. Telepathy came in handy when I wanted to know more about my prey. "Your worst nightmare." I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "No, shit your nightmare, a vampire."

Mike's eyes widened and suddenly all the legends of vampires he knew of as a child were true to him. I watched him whimper like a kid, "Please don't kill me." came a soft whisper barely audible for a human.

I smiled meanly, showing my teeth. "Here's the problem, you now know what i am, I have to kill you." I felt no pity as I crushed his neck between my hands, the windpipe broke, he almost gone. His last thought was, My wife and children.

I didn't care about his stupid wife or children as I drank the intoxicating liquid. It calmed me and my powers grew stronger, I could hear better and see better. There was no one in sight. I left the man there to be found, only two punctures in his throat could be seen, and a trace of panic in his oddly flat, dead eyes.

I hung around the area just curious to see what would happen. A girl first saw him. She had gasped at the sight and dialed for the police. I heard everything the girl said, the odd thing about her was that she passed her hands over the man and gasped. I read her thoughts, they were strange, like a vampires but not sharp edged, gentle and soft but with a distinct power to it. Double punctures like a snake bite, but not. I didn't listen to anymore. I got the girl's name and her school and address from listening to the police interrogating her. Willow Rivera, Salem Middle School, and 9201 Ravenwood dr. Salem. I kept this in mind as I made my fade out.

A few days later, I saw the man, Mike's obituary in the newspaper.

Mike Preston, 21 was murdered by an animal. Two puncture marks were found at his throat and his body drained of blood. His windpipe was destroyed and neck squished. Signs of struggle were shown. Doctors are looking into what sort of murderer killed Mike. His wife, Jenna and children, Kelley, 13 and Morgan 15 are devastated at the loss of their father.

I crumpled the article much like i squished Mike Preston's neck. I was pretty sure that his dear wife and children wouldn't appreciate him as much if they knew his activities. I shook my head disgusted. I wanted to visit the guy's family just to stir things up, but first I would enroll at Salem Middle school. The Willow girl was something I wanted to know about.

I hummed as I switched my computer on, It was one of the macbook pros. When it came to money, I didn't lack it. How could I after living for so long and how easy it was to get the tellers to give me a hundred. My fingers brushed over the keys as it booted up. I quickly submitted an application to the school and went to pay Mike Preston's family a visit. I paused at my front door and changed my appearance, I appeared to be 17 or older, I put on high stiletto boots that went with my black sweater and skinny jeans. My hair was blonde and I wore big sunglasses over my eyes, I was wearing heavy makeup, lots of eyeliner and blue shadow. After checking to make sure everything was in order, i left my house. I didn't lock the door. I seldom did, when people went in, I knew about it. And I hunted them down.

It wasn't hard to find them, a quick google search and I had all the information I needed. I left my computer running as I picked up my jacket and walked out the door. I smiled, I wasn't hungry today but I might be. The woman might give me a reason to crave the blood. I smiled at the thought at continued walking.

My fangs appeared at the anticipation of blood, my sapphire blue eyes changing to crimson. I batted the thought away and walked casually. My stiletto boots clicked pleasantly on the cement. It wasn't unusual for me to be walking, it was unusual for me to be paying anyone a visit. But, of corse this was an unusual circumstance.

My destination came into view as I approached the house. Without hesitation, I rang the doorbell. I heard a person slowly getting up. The boy who answered the door looked 15. Morgan was the name that was first put through my mind. So this was his son. He looked nothing like Mike Preston. All the while I put this together, my face maintained the sad expression. "I heard about your father, Mike. I'm Katherine." I gave a sad smile as I spoke his father's name.

"Yeah. My stepdad." Morgan said. His brown hair was disheveled like he didn't care about it. How could he after his father's death?

I took his emotions in to no account. I stood there in the doorway, he hadn't invited me inside. that wasn't a problem. My eyes dilated and Morgan spoke again. "Please, come in."

I smiled and stepped into his house.

That's all for now. Just constructive criticism please! I just want to improve my writing. Thank you all very much.