The tick-tock of the little alarm clock was the only sound Eris woke to, she turned over under the thin blanket and pulled a long strand of raven black hair out of her recently open lavender eyes which were gazing through the dark at the time piece. It read 6-00. Morning, brilliant. Everybody else would be asleep in their own little piece of wood encased solitude. She stared up at the purple satin padding that framed her sleeping space, "Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to get up I imagine," her voice barely a whisper. She pushed the door to the coffin open.
From the slits in the slats of the blinds morning sunshine trickled into her room.
The room framed with lilac walls and the furnishings were all of a dark wood.
Her coffin, dark wood with black metal handles and a rose carved on the lid, sat in the corner furthest from the window, adjacent to the only door in the little room. A little black futon couch sat in the corner across from her coffin and a 25'' flat screen was on the wall with a flexing arm attached to allow movement. A tall wardrobe with dark stained wood was pushed against the wall in the corner nearest the window, the walls were sprinkled with posters of her favourite bands, artists and authors/books, hanging not too far off her coffin was a All Time Low poster aside a Paramore and contrasting against a Rascal Flatts poster and a Usher poster, a small computer desk made of a similar wood to the wardrobe. The desk held a white laptop, a sketch book and notepad, a bejewelled pot of fountain pens and pencils. The drawers of the desk held bits and pieces of her old life, photo albums, jewellery, trinkets from holidays past an gone. The only reminders left, it made her a little depressed to think her first sixteen years on Earth were reduced to a few drawers.
You see Eris wasn't a normal girl. Eris was born on December 12th 1992 but is still sixteen. Well, for the most part anyway. She ages a fifth of the normal human rate and has been for the past two years of her existence. A month after her sixteenth birthday Eris changed and turned with the help of a strange, fat man in a yellow suit and green Wellington boots.
Eris is a thing of myths and fairytales, nightmare edition. You see, Eris is a Vampaneze.