"The scent of apple trees and peppermints swirled around us. It was the best day ever, I turned six. My parents took me to the carnival that I had wanted to go to from a month ago. My parents were smiling as always, Claudia and Robert Dawson. My mother had straight light brown hair and blue eyes. My father had dark brown curly hair and brown eyes. Their smiles always made me happy. I looked very much like my mother, but I wavy dark brown hair and my eyes were a mix of jade and mahogany. I remember my mom and dad on either sides of me, holding me up in the middle. I was always homeschooled, so I didn't have any friends, but I didn't mind, my parents were all I needed. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop smiling that day. Or so I thought.

After a long day, we all went to bed. My room was in the attic, decorated to look like a castle. My mom and dad tucked me into bed and left. That was the last time I saw either of them. I tried to sleep, but I was restless. I walked to the window overlooking the backyard, and I thought I saw a shadow in my mother's rosebushes. I blinked. The shadow and the bushes were gone. I crawled down so I could see downstairs, and heard a terrifying growl and a crash. I grabbed the disposable camera and was ready to take a picture. The moonlight shone in the house and I got a glimpse of his eyes, they were blood red. The camera clicked and I tried to take another, but I was out of film. I crawled under my bed and hid. A few minutes later, I heard a bloodcurdling scream and a cry for help, I couldn't move. I listened for what seemed to be an hour or so, I heard nothing, so I tentatively sneaked downstairs. My parents were gone.

I heard a hyena-like laugh and the crash of a car. I thought he died. I sighed in relief. Suddenly, the lightning boomed and the whole house fell into darkness. I didn't know what else to do, so I ran upstairs, threw all my belongings into my ratty old Barbie suitcase, lugged it to the window and threw it on the ground. Thud! It fell in the bush. Perfect.

Pulling on my sneakers, I held my breath and to my luck, I fell on the suitcase. I lugged to the police station and waited. I fell asleep on the bench by the door and I heard a small tinkling."Excuse me? Do you need something?" I heard a voice ask. I awoke, it was a police man. I burst into tears and told him the story. He walked with me to my house and saw a car crashed into the back fence. I thought it was the man, but it wasn't. I suddenly felt nauseas, it was my parents underneath the car.

The walkie-talkie buzzed and the police man spoke into it. I couldn't understand what he said. I felt dizzy, and my vision blurred. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his, with their crimson shade, the color of blood. Anger boiled up inside me. I tried to walk away, but I couldn't move.

I felt tears sliding down my face. I zoned out and saw a blurry image in my head. I was sitting in a dark and gray room silently and alone. I saw no one else with me. But, then, I heard a knock on the door. Zap. I blinked a few times and saw that I was in the police car. I thought I had just fallen asleep and was dreaming, or more specifically, nightmare-ing.

I wanted to cry but I couldn't anymore. I felt a mix of emotions. I was so confused and flustered. What did I do to deserve this? The car jerked to a stop in front of an small house. The sun was peeking out of the clouds. I dragged my bag along with me. The police man was silent mostly. He halted to a stop in front of the door and checked his watch. "8:30." He muttered sleepily. After what seemed like ages, he spoke. "Okay little girl, we'll wait here for a while for them to open up."

I felt my head nodding off to sleep. I was awaken a while later by a young lady. She had warm brown eyes and consoling smile. "What's your name?" She asked pleasantly. I sat up and opened my mouth to speak. "A-Al-Alice." My voice cracked. Her smile never faltered, "Okay then, Alice, how would you like to move into a new home?" I burst into tears and told her the whole story. She sat next to me while I bawled and blubbered in tears. When I was done, she simply nodded and took me with her inside. It looked small on the outside but inside, it was gorgeous with shining wood floors and it seemed to be endless. She led me to a room with a bed; it looked just like the one I saw in my dream, except this one was bright with colors. I felt the soft sheets and walked around the room and settled on the bed. The lady, Emily, talked to me for a while, and I fell asleep next to her telling me stories.

When I awoke, it was morning. Emily walked in with pancakes, and I felt my eyes wet with tears. My mom brought me pancakes yesterday. When she sat next to me I hugged her tight as if I never wanted to lose her. She hugged me back enveloping me with her smell, it was apple trees and peppermints, just like my dad's.

While I ate my pancakes, she opened my suitcase and took out everything I brought with me and started organizing it in my room. I zoned out again…"

Emily was my mother, my best friend, and caretaker. But she had to go. Why did fate insist on taking everything away that I love away from me? Emily died from cancer when I was twelve, it was six years ago. I cried every time I thought about the time I spent with her. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice yelling up the stairs. I quickly straightened my sheets and ran downstairs. "Yes James?" I said in a sickly sweet voice. He was too caught up in his own world to notice. I knew that James was the one that killed my parents, so did Emily. But no one was willing to take me in when she was diagnosed so she changed my last name to hers, Brandon. James never bothered to know what my past was like. He just kept me. I don't know why though, he hardly cares for me, nor do I for him.

He walked around the kitchen sipping a Styrofoam cup of red liquid with the words "Type O" written across in black sharpie. James was vampire. His eyes ranged from many shades of red and black. But he never felt thirst around me, he hunted every day. That horrid day when I was being taken with him to live with was the day he told me everything. Even about the time he killed my parents. Thankfully, he didn't know it was me who was the child. And he didn't remember my scent. His said his prey never left him until he had that experience, so he simply summed it up, he hated that family's child, me, only he didn't know that the one in his house was his enemy. I kept that to myself. He told me every single pointless detail about his life, as if I was his psychiatrist. He used me for my visions; I was constantly being pestered to help him win bets when he goes gambling. But mostly, I have the ability to predict trends on the stock market. Or even just normal daily things. Odd ones, too, he once asked me what he should wear. I was uncertain at helping him at first but after that day, he asked me to help him every day. I grew to love clothes and fashion.

"Well, Mary - he was the only one that called me that, he said it was my first name and that's what he would call me by - I am getting married." I was dumbstruck. "I don't know though, I love this woman, but I am not sure if she loves me." James shared everything with me. His mood swings often bothered me. He wasn't very abusive, but at times he could be. I pretended to be interested, not wanting to set him off. "Well…" He hesitated. "It's --" He was cut off by the doorbell. He sighed. I'll tell you later. He opened it after throwing away the blood cup and swallowing two tic-tacs. "Hello there." His eyes lit up with a certain spark I had never seen before. His face softened. She walked in with careful steps. She had on a long blue skirt and a floral blouse with beige shoes. I scrutinized the outfit. She needed a shopping trip soon. But she smelled like grapefruit and lemon. I saw out of the corner of my eyes, James eyes turned bright crimson. I spoke, signaling James that his eyes were red.

They walked to the living room. As I walked upstairs to change, my eyes glazed over…

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