'Can you seriously be careful with that? I'm not paying $1200 for a vase today...' I say as I gesture to the brightly coloured glass Sierra is flipping around in her hands. She lifts her head and I see her ever-obvious eye roll, before she places the vase back in the cabinet.

'It's not that I wouldn't pay that much for a vase; it's that I don't want to pay that today...' I mumble under my breath as I continue to wander around the store.

I shake my head. She wears me out sometimes, having to watch her. She has the attention span of a toddler and the temper of a pubescent teenage girl; but she's not all bad. Sierra is the type of girl who will catch your eye from across the room, but once you start talking to her you'd wish you hadn't; because she never shuts up. But for a 17 year old high school dropout, she's remarkably smart and generally well rounded. That's probably because she's been around for a lot longer than every other 17 year old on the planet. I guess that's a benefit of being a Vampire.

I made her back in the 90s. She had snuck into a bar, underage and drunk herself stupid, before attempting to pick up another glass which she smashed in the palm of her hand. Of course I smelt the blood, but I wasn't drawn to her. I did keep an eye on her though; who knew who or what else was in the bar. After a few hours she had disappeared out a side entrance, where I found her basically dead in an alley. Alcohol poisoning. In a split second, she was on her way to being like me. Unfortunately, it wasn't like anyone was going to miss poor little Sierra Mahoney.

She is my best friend. She hasn't left my side since then. I don't know what I'd do without her. But enough about her though. Let me tell you about me.

My name is Eleanor Deveroux. I was born in 1373 and I am a vampire. I have been a vampire since 1381; which makes me a 635 year old vampire. In vampire terms, that's not really that old; But around here, it's probably as old as they get. I was 18 when I was made, I don't remember who made me though. What I remember was waking up, leaning against a rickety old abandoned barn in the middle of a field, which is now somewhere in London. My sister was Mary De Bohun, first wife of Henry IV. I guess that made me a sister in law to a King. There was a rumour that I imprisoned my sister to claim her share of the family inheritance not long before they were married, which is outrageously untrue. I believe that's the reason I was turned. I wasn't liked. When I woke, I ran. I changed my last name so I wouldn't be found. Long story short, centuries later; I'm here in America.

I've done a lot over the years I've spent here. I've worked as a maid, servant, nurse, nanny, waitress, bartender... you name it, and chances are I've done it. It hasn't been all that bad. Not like the Black Plague bad. Boy that was a rough time; I remember my mother telling me about it. I'm just glad I never had to experience it myself first hand. Living for so long, things you once used to value seem insignificant. Money, family; it's nothing anymore. Your family dies and you live on, starting afresh every couple of decades. You save enough money to last any mere human a lifetime. It's not like you need it as a vampire; you just compel what you want and get it for free. But living like a human fills in the endless amount of time you have here. It becomes entertaining. I've done some acting work in a couple of movies and recently some modelling for victorias secret. I guess my career is like Kendall Jenner's', mixed with Dakota Johnsons. I've done a bit of both, but I'm not very good at either, and I'm not famous for either. I guess I'm one of those arrogant socialites who is just famous for being famous...

Sierra keeps me sane nowadays. Without her friendship, id go mad. I never have to worry about losing her, or starting a new life in a new place and watching her grow old and die, she just comes with me. It's a small comfort in a world like ours today...

'Eleanor...' Sierra calls, pulling me out of my internal self-monologue daydream. When I turn, she's pointing to a huge mirror positioned on the wall. 'What about this? We could put it right above the table in the entrance way?' I smile. It's beautiful; it's got to be wider than my arm span, with elegant chrome swirls holding the glass in place. It would suit our apartment; I wander around the shelves to where she's standing. I lift the tag; its $2600.

'Well, it would look nice. But I don't know, do we need it?' I ask, looking at her. She grins.

'Absolutely. What if Blake Lively were to walk in here tomorrow and buy it, and it appeared in the background of her next 'at home' magazine cover. How would you feel?' She's waving her arms around, flicking her dark brown hair over her shoulders as if to impersonate her, and posing like a model.

'Okay fine. Go ask the cashier to put it on my tab and deliver it within the next few days. After that little display, I need a coffee...' I say as gesture to her. She makes me laugh.

She heads off to the counter as I make my way to the Starbucks kiosk in the middle of the mall. People are darting in and out of shops as I pass, whispering and pointing. This generally happens quite a bit. People recognise me and ask for a picture or something. What are they called? Selfies... it's not that I don't enjoy it all, but after a while it's so repetitive. After working my way through the crowd of staring people I get to the starbucks counter. A mousey looking girl grins from ear to ear as she comes to serve me. Oh here we go...

'Hello, welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you today' she says the usual speech with extreme enthusiasm. Her cheeks look like they're hurting because she's smiling so hard. I smile a little.

'I'll just get a Tall Latte Macchiato please. To take away...' I say as I reach into my handbag to find my purse.

'Of course! You're Eleanor Deveroux, right?' She says, her mouth falling open slightly as she presses away at the register. I grab my purse and fish for some cash. This sort of excitement from a person is exhausting...

'Yep, that's me.' I say without looking at her. I'd just like to get my coffee and go please...

'I am a huge fan. The rhinestone bra you wore at the Victorias' secret show last week was incredible. You're so good at what you do! And so lucky...' The cashier girl is shaking; I can hear the vibrations as I place the correct change on the counter.

'Thanks love, that's very sweet of you...' I say in a rush, hoping to end the conversation. At that point the coffee machine begins to whistle and the shop seems to roar into life. I try to drown out all the conversations happening around me as I head to collect my drink from the other end of the counter.

'Tall Latte Macchiato for Eleanor...' The man working the machine calls as he puts the drink out. Finally... I reach for my drink just as a man picks it up too. He's at least 5"9, with a mop of black hair that almost hangs in his eyes. He glances down at me before quickly turning to leave.

'Um, excuse me. That's my drink...' I say, taking a step towards him, as I point to the cup in his hand. His face is hard; stern. He looks mad, his thick brows gathering in the middle. His blue eyes are piercing; I swear I can almost feel him looking into my soul... yet the 3 day old stubble on his incredibly chiseled jaw line makes him look... intimidating. I feel like in that moment, I've had the wind knocked out of me. Like the air has been pulled from my lungs in an instant. I take a step back before composing myself again. He was literally stunning in every way. Who is this...?

'I don't really care. I've been waiting 15 minutes for my drink and they keep pumping out orders except mine. I'm tired of waiting, so this will do.' He says aggressively, pausing for just a moment to shrug a little. How rude...

'Well, I'm sorry but that is mine and I'd rather you not take it. Look. My name is even on it.' I say as I try to keep my voice from breaking. Don't stare. Do not stare. I point at the black marker scribbled on the foam cup.

'Like I said, I don't care. You wait for them to remake one for you, if I don't consume caffeine now...' he mumbles off, before quickly shaking his head. He keeps walking to leave the shop.

'That's so rude. Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners?' I'm getting frustrated now, my pulse is quickening. I grab his arm to stop him from walking, lucky there was a lid on the cup because it probably would've spilled everywhere from the force. In the blink of an eye, his free hand had pried mine of his arm and was holding it hostage between us. That was when I knew I'd made a mistake. His look changed. He went from intimidating to threatening; his eyes squinted in a glare that could boil blood.

'Don't. Ever. Come near me again...' He says. I pull back and watch him walk quickly from the cafe; with my coffee.

I stand there dumbfounded for a moment, completely unaware of what actually just happened. My heartbeat slows and I begin to breathe again.

'The hot ones are always so god damn rude...' I say to myself quietly, as I leave Starbucks; without the coffee I had paid for. Id almost made it back to the Home decor store where Sierra was, when it hit me. I stopped in my tracks. The way I felt when I grabbed his arm...

He was a vampire.