You may be thinking this is going to be a happy story filled with flowers and smiles, if you think this then you're wrong, very wrong. My story starts when I was 12, the day my mother died.

It was late one Monday night the moon had risen and the neighbours dogs howled into the blackening sky. Mum had just finished washing up and was about to turn the TV on to watch her late night programmes (the ones my eyes weren't allowed to see) as i left to head to bed I hear my mother's scream tear through the silence. Before I can react someone had pressed a pair of razor-sharp blades to the soft flesh of my throat! The last thing I remember is seeing a dark figure's shadow behind me then darkness.

When I awoke it was still dark out. I tried to move but my arms and legs had been tied to a chair and my mouth was gagged with some kind of thick cloth. The dark figure was standing in the door way in front of me and I could see behind him, was a body, my mother's body. I could make out that the figure was a man, tall with bright red hair. He was wearing a long cloak that reached his ankles. I could see a slight grin on his face. All of a sudden my left wrist was being held up in the air, above my head, the figure was no longer in the doorway . I tried to turn to see what was happening but another hand came and clamped around my neck forcing me to look forwards.

I could feel a sharp pain in my wrist as the stranger slit it open and pulled on one of my veins. I tried to let a cried of pain out but the gag stopped me in my tracks. I could feel the blood dripping out the cut wrists . After about half an hour I started to feel dizzy, my blood had been dripping and was down to my waist. Then my mother's killer moved to in front of me raised his left hand and used his razor sharp nail to slice an identical cut on himself the slight one of his veins as he has done to mine. I watched as his blood leaked out of the small wound, dripping down his arm. He grabbed my left wrist with his free hand and joined my vein to his. For a few seconds there was a numb feeling at the ends of my arm. Then I felt a gushing pain running up my left arm through to my heart, it was like my body was on fire. The pain in my heart was the worst as if someone was cutting it up inside me.

Without any warning I saw a window smash to my right and another dark figure wearing a deep purple cloak jump through it, knocking my mother's murder into the wall. 'If I was you I wouldn't move' shouted the purple cloaked man as the murder tried to crawl away, then he turned to me. In the corner of my eye i saw the murder try and escape. The purpled cloaked man saw were i was gazing and as quick as a flash of lightning, leaped to the side of the escaping murder and drove a knife straight through were his heart should have been. Then the world was a blank as my blood dripped from my vein and the cloaked figure swarmed over me...

Chapter 1

Scarlette

Yet again I find myself in a bar waiting for some guy to try and get me to follow him like a lost puppy. Unaware that the young, shy looking girl they are trying to take advantage of is going to use their ideas against them. I sense a couple of guys' eyes sneak a few peeks at my short skirt and long lily coloured legs... thats one good thing about being a vampire: you get one heck of a hot body once the blood has made its mark.

I've chosen my victim. A dark haired college boy who looks my way then turns back to his mates. I walk with elegance and grace over to the music player and lean over it as if to get a better look... thrusting my arse out. He likes it. The thoughts flowing through his mind are too obvious to ignore. I look as if disgusted at the music and then he makes his move as I turn to leave.

He follows me out the door and few feet. I can smell the alcohol in his breathe as he gains closer. 'miss' he yells to me 'can i walk you home' I turn to see his beaming face smiling down at me... im only 5 ft 4 and he must be around 6 ft 3. 'I'm afraid I don't live anywhere close in the hotel 10 blocks away' I batter my eyelashes inviting him to bite. 'Never you mind how far I just want to walk a lovely young lady home' yer right is all I can think his mind is a poisoned as any other drunken college boy, who hasn't had sex with a girl yet, and is regretting it.

I let him hold my tiny little palm and then wrap an arm around my shoulder slugging his hand a little close to my chest as im comfortable with. As we draw closer to my stop he sudden pulls to a halt.' I can't go that way' his voice is shaken even as drunk as he is i can tell he isn't lying. 'Then I shall just walk alone' I have pushed just the right button: the one I've been waiting to find. 'Why don't you come back to my place it's only round the corner and it's a safe area' his smile would win any girl over so I play along like any other girl. 'Oh thank you' my voice hits a pitch only girls in movies seem to hit and I sway my hips around back to his side and he leads me away.

We enter his apartment and the first thing that hits me is how clean it is. It smells like fresh daisies and the sides have a shine to them. Before I have got used to his clean apartment he grabs my waist from behind spins me round so im facing him and the smell of alcohol is wafting around me. I try and pull away, gently, so look around his place but he hold my waist tight then lifts me onto his kitchen side and practically head butts his lips onto mine squishing me against his cupboards.

If I tried i could get out of this easy but i need to feed so i play along for a while that is. I let my hands slide over his back and trace the vein on his neck. He doesn't notice he is too busy undressing me and seeing what he can get from me. He reaches his hand over to a knife and I think that he is going to kill me but he just cuts away the material that's caught on my skirt. He pulls me as close as possible. Then its my turn. I lift my head and bite down on his neck making him make lil whimpering noises.

Once I've had my fill he collapses and i have to drag him to his sofa. As im doing this a single ray of light slips through the curtains and starts to burn my ankle i yelp and, still holding the young man, run into his bedroom and lie down in silence waiting for the sun to set. Im awoken at around midday by my dinner that passes me a cup of tea. He apologises for the night before (as he remembered everything but the biting) and he says has replaced my cut clothes. I notice the pile of clothes next to me but i am too tired to care so i fall back to sleep.

I awake for the second time to find he has fallen asleep next to me reaching for my hand. But I couldn't care less I can't have feelings for vermin. You can stop him being vermin and make him one of your own. NO! I can't do it I can't take his life from him not like mine was taken from me. I change into the clothes taking the cut ones with me before I leave I make him forget i ever was there. Then I depart like I do every time.