Part 1
Let's see...I was a normal kid, living my mundane every day life. One day I ran into a boy I'd never met before, gorgeous and mysterious, who incidentally, turned out to be a vampire, part of an ancient secret society that humans aren't supposed to know about. He took a liking to me and changed me without permission. His girlfriend whom he'd forgotten to mention to me was jealous and plotting my horrible death. Of course, I had to escape. And everything went wrong, nothing as I planed. Somewhere along the way I met my soulmate, who was the last person I'd ever expected it to be.
Heard this story before?
Me too.
I've been a member of Circle Daybreak for about three or four months now. This seems to be one of the most popular versions of how people join these days. There are of course, other tales. This is my story of how it happened to me.
It wasn't like I was the most popular, exciting pe4rson in school, like some of the other girls I'd met who'd told this tale. I was mundane, ordinary, run-of-the-mill. I knew I was and never bothered to deny that I was anything more.
Naturally, of course, it was a dream of mine that someday I'd be perfect and rich and pretty, but doesn't everyone? Then this snotty British vampire comes to town and falls madly in love with me.
I'm actually American, and to keep with the standard tradition, from a small town as well.
This vampire, Seth Redfern, shows up, and of course I'm flattered he picks me over some of the other more popular girls. He took me out for dinner, back to my house, always charming and romantic, then he kissed me...
And when I woke up I was dead and a vampire, trapped in some castle in some desolate Scottish moore, or highland or whatever they're called. Why we were in Scotland if the guy was British was beyond me. Whatever.
So I'll begin from there...
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Let's see...I was a normal kid, living my mundane every day life. One day I ran into a boy I'd never met before, gorgeous and mysterious, who incidentally, turned out to be a vampire, part of an ancient secret society that humans aren't supposed to know about. He took a liking to me and changed me without permission. His girlfriend whom he'd forgotten to mention to me was jealous and plotting my horrible death. Of course, I had to escape. And everything went wrong, nothing as I planed. Somewhere along the way I met my soulmate, who was the last person I'd ever expected it to be.
Heard this story before?
Me too.
I've been a member of Circle Daybreak for about three or four months now. This seems to be one of the most popular versions of how people join these days. There are of course, other tales. This is my story of how it happened to me.
It wasn't like I was the most popular, exciting pe4rson in school, like some of the other girls I'd met who'd told this tale. I was mundane, ordinary, run-of-the-mill. I knew I was and never bothered to deny that I was anything more.
Naturally, of course, it was a dream of mine that someday I'd be perfect and rich and pretty, but doesn't everyone? Then this snotty British vampire comes to town and falls madly in love with me.
I'm actually American, and to keep with the standard tradition, from a small town as well.
This vampire, Seth Redfern, shows up, and of course I'm flattered he picks me over some of the other more popular girls. He took me out for dinner, back to my house, always charming and romantic, then he kissed me...
And when I woke up I was dead and a vampire, trapped in some castle in some desolate Scottish moore, or highland or whatever they're called. Why we were in Scotland if the guy was British was beyond me. Whatever.
So I'll begin from there...
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