If you think she wanted this you're wrong.
She was superhuman. Everything, all her senses, were magnified.
Taste. She could give you the list of ingredients you used to make a batch a bread from one single bread crumb.
Speed. She could become quicker then a cheetah. Slower then the speed of light, but only by a few milliseconds.
Smell. A mile away isn't too far for her to not be able to smell it, especially if it's blood.
Touch. Her most improved sense. She felt your soul with one touch. Good vibes, bad vibes, they would surge through her veins like the plague.
You think she would be happy, but Spencer Hastings was in no way pleased with her life. Those gifts came with a curse, the curse of immortality, and that was something she never wanted. Hell she didn't even want the gifts. Nothing of this was her choice, it never was but Spencer is stuck with it.
If she despised anything with a passion it was immortality, especially whenever she overhears humans expressing their want for it. That sentence just makes her scowl. Living forever, or being immortal, isn't as exciting as it may seem. After awhile you get restless, bored, tired. Instead of you changing, everything changes around you, and by the time you realize you're stuck like this forever, maybe it's your 277th birthday perhaps, it will be too late to change your fate. If you haven't noticed, Spencer was indeed no human. At least not anymore. She was seventeen, beautiful, and innocent. Far too innocent. How was she suppose to know that the man she would constantly look loving at with her big brown doe eyes was really a vampire. He turned her the day before her eighteenth birthday. You'd think he'd be nice enough to let her age to an adult first. His name was Vincent. I must point out the use of the word 'was', for after he turned her she became aggressively violent. Soon Vincent was no more from a wooden stake through the heart. Her first kill.
Let's learn about vampires shall we.
*Some useful facts on vampires*
The can go out in sunlight. They do not melt and in no way sparkle. It simply can be irritating after a prolonged period, no harmful actions will occur.
Another irritating myth is being able to propel them away with garlic. It doesn't work, give it up.
Wooden stakes will kill them. Decapitation works also.
Werewolves are their mortal enemies.
They will not age in their looks from the day they were turned.
They only need to be invited into a human's home once. With another vampire or any other supernatural creature they must be invited each time.
A ripping sound echoed through out Spencer's newly purchased cottage-like home. She had bought it mostly because of its location in the small town of Rosewood, Pennsylvania. The sound was Spencer opening up a blood bag. The small town aspect of Rosewood was a blessing and a curse. She liked that nothing went on there, but that also meant no human prey for herself. It would be noticed immediately, there was far from enough people for something like that to go by unnoticed.
* An image of Rosewood *
Rosewood is a small, close nit community of approximately 7,789 residents.
The surrounding area is mostly forests, most homes were converted from farmland.
Business is always good because there are few places to go for a certain item or job. The town is filled with many wealthy consumers so that also helps.
Spencer made herself stick to blood bags and animal prey for feeding. It was difficult but if Spencer Hastings is determined to do something, it's going to be done, that is a fact. So she made a plan of staying alive with blood bags during the day and hunting for animals at night. But how did she get the bags of blood you may ask? That part was tricky, but it was a two bird one stone situation, let me explain.
She was perfectly fine. Spencer stayed with the routine of blood bags and animal blood (She had brought blood with her from her previous home), only leaving the security of her home for two other reasons, to jog and to work. It wasn't easy finding a job that doesn't ask for personal information. Spencer thought she wouldn't be able to find one until she ran into a doctor. He was British and completely smitten with her. She took her only option and decided she badly wanted a job. So after two foul hours with the sick pedophile doctor in his apartment, he willingly gave her a position as a nurse's assistant without asking any questions. The job paid her bills and the added perk of being able to "borrow" a few bags of blood every once in a while was a very nice perk.
Spencer was actually doing well for herself for once. She lived in a low profile place, had a home, and enough blood to keep herself alive. She figured that maybe after all these years and years she could enjoy herself for a little bit. That, of course, wasn't the case. You see, I may of said she was perfectly fine, she had been. That was until a certain someone showed up and twisted her life around.
His name was Toby Cavanaugh.
