Chapter one: Quick escape

"I'm going out to a friends, my mom says you have to come with me, so get up." My parent's, friend's, son, whom I couldn't quite call a friend, said while dragging me out of my coffin.

I replied with a heavy sigh watching out the window as the last fluorescent beams of sunlight slip behind the horizon.

"Hey, you should be thanking me, maybe you'll find a boyfriend," He bellowed.

Ever since I had proclaimed at one of my parents extravagant parties; I wanted to be a painter, he called me gay. I was five then, I knew better than to trust his 'friendship' now.

I heard the sound of my bedroom door opening, it was Luna Jagger's twin sister, she was much nicer than him, I recalled the few times we had sat in her room pretending to be in each other's shoes. Luna, unlike her family, was human; I was a vampire longing for a life filled with the joys of humanity. She blushed, and quickly closed the door, realizing I was only half dressed.

Then the memory faded away. Forcing me back into reality; somewhere I

really didn't want to be. You see, my parents we're always a bit different than the other vampires, they were like hippies of the underworld. And they had chosen now to try to fit in; the had arranged a vampiric wedding between Luna and I, where she would be turned and we would be bound together for an eternity.

I looked around the room Which resembled a gothic cathedral, minus the crosses of course. I was standing at the alter, about to wed someone I barely knew. I secretly pulled out my cell phone and sent a text to my butler and only friend Jameson.

"I can't go through with it, meet me at the usual spot."

And then I fled like a murderer from a crime scene. My mom and dad smiled at me, proud I made the decision for myself I guess. I jumped into the air turning into a bat. Pumping my wings as fast as they'd go, breathing heavily looking behind me worried any minute I'd see one of the wedding guests coming towards me with a butterfly net.

I arrived at 'the usual spot', an old cemetery I'd spent my childhood years playing in. Jameson's black Mercedes was parked on the dirt road next to it. I flew into the open window and transformed back into myself.

"Master Alexander, think of how poor Luna must-"

I cut him off "Just drive Jameson, I'm not about to marry someone I don't love, or damn anyone for an eternity of living in darkness."

"Well If we must flee, I suppose we're going to America, I took the liberty of packing your things."

I smiled and slipped on my headphones the music instantly calming me.

"Thanks Jameson"