When you've been alive for nearly five hundred years you start to think that there is something missing. I Anastasia Grey cant seem to be complete for some odd reason. I've traveled the world done everything there is to be done in the world except be a mother. You probably found out that I'm a vampire hence me being five hundred years and that is one of the main reasons that I can't be a mother. Until now.

The year is 1987 and I am in Detroit on business. I have become a billionaire since I can't be broke knowing the fact I have to start over every few decades. My company Grey Enterprise Holdings is the company I started when I was poor and living on the streets. One of the most successful company in the world that begins in the 1500s.

Deciding to take a walk after sealing the deal in saving thousands of jobs I some how ended up on the wrong side of Detroit. I am walking by an apartment building that seems to have police officers and paramedics on the outside and inside. I watch the chaos from across the street till I see them wheel a body bag out of the apartment.

The police officers are talking to each other then I hear it. The cry that sounds like someone is in agonizing pain. I walk towards the scream and I see a woman police officer holding a dirty little four year old boy holding a dirty blanket and a green race car. The little boy looks at me pleading with his eyes to help him. I come face to face with the police officer and start to talk to her.

"Where are you taking him?" I ask.

"Ma'am we cant disclose any information unless your family," said the police woman.

I ended up having to use my powers of compulsion to get it out of her.

"We will take him to the hospital since he is severely malnourished and needs to be examined by a doctor and then he will be put in foster care till a family member can claim him or be adopted," said the police woman.

"I will see you at the hospital," I said.

I turned to the boy smiled at him and said in his ear ", See you soon." He smiled back and nodded in understanding. I called my driver and made him take me to the hospital in record time. I reached the hospital and ran towards the emergency room. I saw the little boy sitting down on the large medical bed and it was a heart breaking sight to see. He looked up and saw me and smiled. Big grey eyes looked up to my golden ones and I saw nothing but fear in his eyes. I walked up to him and got down to his level and started talking to him.

" My name is Anastasia, but you can call me Ana. What's your name?" I ask.

" Christian," said Christian barely above a whisper.

" Christian such a beautiful name," I said.

" Has a doctor come an d checked on you?" I ask.

He just shook his head no and that's when I saw a nurse in her forties come towards us. She eyed me up and down and asked, " Are you family?"

I said," No, but I would like to adopt this little boy."

She said to follow her and I did tell we were with a social worker that gave me all the necessary things to do if I wanted to adopt Christian. While talking to the social worker I heard a scream that came form Christian's room. The social worker and I ran towards the room. We saw Christian kicking and screaming at the doctor that was trying to touch him. My eyes locked with Christian and ran to comfort him. I calmed him down enough for the doctor to look him over. Dr. Treyvallen was a woman with sandy colored hair and a nice smile.

She was a nice woman that lived in Detroit with her husband and had just recently adopted there son that was six now. She told me to call her husband for advice on the adoption process for Christian. With that we got the ball rolling for his adoption the next day.