Warning, this chapter contains:

Decent Grammar

An Actual Story

Favoritism of Characters

Ocness

Flashbacks

Teenage girl syndrome

Teenage girl fantasies

Random Author Notes

Bad references to obscure, and not so obscure, things that have nothing to do with the story.

If you are not okay with any of the before mentioned, leave now or forever hold your peace.

It's cold..Shivering, completely alone, surrounded by mounds of snow taller then her, was little Alice Myfanwy Dimitrov. A girl of only seven years, her long, brown hair swirled around her head in the fierce wind and her jacket barely kept out the cold, despite all the padding. Her jeans were soaked and her feet numb despite the fuzzy boots and fuzzy socks she wore, since the snow went to her knees where she stood. She wore thick tights under her pants, and two longsleeve shirts under her winter coat, and a sweater that buttoned up, but still the goosebumps came.

She tried to rub her numbed, pink, wool gloved hands together in her little pockets, but she couldn't even tell if they were touching anymore, or if she was moving them. Her face was streaked with tears that had turned to ice, her nose red and runny, her big, watery eyes trying not to brim over in fear of more icicles forming on her face. A little backpack was strapped to her, the school completely abandoned as she waited for her parents to pick her up.

She had been standing outside the school for three hours, turning down the many offers to take her home. She was a well known kid, everyone knew her. She was kind, popular, smart. Every one knew her family too, the perfect American family. Other then the thick accents of course, her father being Russian, her mother being Welsh and British, with the slightest hints of Scandinavian or possibly German. Little did she know, she would never hear their soothing accents again. She would never hear their lullabies from their homelands, or the folktales her mother would read to her before bed. Never would she wave her Pa goodbye, shouting fluent Russian to him through the doorway, nor would she hug her mother and help cook dinner as he returned from work. Never again, because they were both dead.

Slaughtered by another thing that lived in the night, another thing that was typically kept hidden. Another thing that should of never escaped, never made it to the little town she lived in, never made it to her home, never ate her parents. But it did. And now she had nothing to do but wait.

After another hour, she was sure she could no longer keep her eyes open, and she had cried until she could cry no more. She think she sat down, but she wasn't sure anymore. Everything was numb, everything was cold. Except the snow. The snow was soft..The snow was warm..She started to snuggle into it when she heard the distinct sound of footsteps crunching on the snow. She opened her eyes to see arms scooping her up, but she couldn't feel it. A voice, an accent she didn't recognize, whispered to her from a distance "It's alright now my little Mivv. I'll take you someplace warm."

In these warm arms, she knew she was safe. Soon she was in a car, the heater blasting, her soaking wet jackets and boots taken off and traded for old socks, and a jacket big enough to be a bed for her. She found herself cocooned in the scent of eucalyptus and mints. Soft music played over an old radio, and the man gently sung until she fell asleep.

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...Dark Rose comments: Helllooooooo This is the Author speaking. How are you enjoying the story so far? Well, please don't be impatient my little loves. This story will be changing points of view between when she was small and the present.

If your wondering, where are the sadistic little munchkin vampires, wonder no more! They will show up, but a bit later, first you must get to know the main character, and a small bit about her past. Leave me a comment if you want me to explain more immediately where she is and who the stranger who took her out of the snow is. Last thing, these messages will be inbetween each time we switch from past to present.

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Alice jerked up in cold sweat. Another nightmare. She shivered and pulled the sheets tighter around her, wondering where she must of kicked off her pajamas this time. Too awake to go back to sleep, but too cold to get a new pair, she began searching under the bed covers in case she didn't throw it across the room this time like the past few nights.

After a minute of searching in the dark, she gave up, and resorted to wrapping the thin sheet around her. Once it was secured, she stood up and began to wander over to the lightswitch, before flipping it on and examining her room. It was relatively neat, her bed lay against one side of the room, the far corner on the left, and beside it was a little nightstand that held her many electronics and a shaded lamp sat there with an opened book titled The Rook, by Daniel O'Malley next to it. The Rook is one of her personal favorites, barely beating the classic, The Secret Garden, a story she loved and continues to love since childhood. She is also currently reading the Artemis Fowl series, and can not wait to get her hands on the next book in the series. There is nothing much in the center of her room, but on the right is a window that she keeps covered with black curtains, preferring her room to be dark. Her desk is over by the window, with her desktop and laptop side by side. The desktop is the perfect gaming computer, while her laptop is meant for homework and research. A wallphone hung by her door, so she could call for help and room service. A panic button was also resting conveniently by the door.

Other then that, she had a pile of stuffed animals by the bedroom door, a wardrobe full of all sorts of clothes from all over the place and all different styles. Some clothes were scattered on the floor by the door leading to the bathroom, where she had tossed them before getting in the shower as she had been covered in slime and who knows what else after her last mission, meaning that there was now a big puddle of slime on the floor by the bathroom. I will have to get someone to clean that up later. A mirror rests against the wall by the bathroom and she catches a glance of herself. Her hair is blonde and reaches her shoulders, her eyes a deep blue. She doesn't much care for the blonde anymore, it was just to stay undercover, she prefers her naturally brown hair. Her skin is a pale ivory, her figure is an hourglass, with a c cup chest, a slightly flat ass, hips and thighs that put most girls to shame. She is slightly tall to balance out some of her proportions and she strikes a pose, flashing a smile to herself through the mirror. People die for these kinds of bodies, and I have it naturally. How lucky am I?

She examined the cans on strings she had her father tie to her bedroom door when she was little, to make her feel safer. They had colored pictures together and pasted them onto the cans, making them a bit less effective with the paper on it, but not all of them were covered and they were nice to show off to everyone else when she was small. Now they were more embarrassing, and she would toss them if they didn't still provide a small sense of comfort. Just a small one though.

Spotting her pajamas lying on the ground, crumpled by her bed, she let her bedsheet fall to the floor and picked them up, slipping the shirt over her head which fluttered down over her figure and fit nicely in a way that was simultaneously too big but just right. The shirt was light blue, nearly long enough to be a night gown,and extremely soft. The bottoms had holes in it and weren't exactly her best pair, so she tossed them back onto the floor and stayed in just the shirt as she walked over to the window and peeked out.

It was dark, possibly midnight, and the sky was full of clouds. Out in the country, you could usually see all the stars, but it was just a black mass meaning it would probably storm. She pulled open her window and sniffed the air, smiling at the smell of rain. She always loved the rain, but hated the snow. Especially when she was little, everyone thought her odd for it when they are essentially the same thing. The winter wind blew in and raised goosebumps all over her lean body, and she quickly slammed the window shut, rubbing her arms and debating putting those pants on now. She took one last glance out the window, before shutting the curtains and returning to the bed.

Just before she climbed under the covers, she woke up her computer and saw that it was just past one in the morning. Her stomach growled at her and she remembered that she had come home late, therefore missing dinner, and had opted to drink an Ensure instead of eating a full meal. Biting her lip, she decided to call for roomservice and a tastetester, just incase someone tried to poison her again.

She slipped into her pants and went to the little wall phone, and pictured the menu in her head as it dialed. A voice that was trying a little to hard to be cheerful answered, obviously angry from being woken from their sleep. Careful not to say her name, she said in the best disguised voice she could muster "Please bring a bacon wrapped steak with baked potatoes, fully loaded, fresh carrots and ranch dip, a small cesear salad with both vinaigrettes, a bottle of Happy Juice, a glass of the lotus vodka to go with my desert which will be chocolate dipped strawberries and a slice of angel cake, the cake topped with cotton candy icing." There was a pause and the voice said angrily "This is Alice isn't it." She pretended to be shocked and said "No! Why would I, if I were this Alice, pretend to be someone else?" On the other end there was a sigh. "Stop with the goofy accent, only you call it 'lotus vodka', which I've told you over and over, that is not what its called." Alice didn't say anything, she was zoned out, playing with her hair, hoping the angel cake will still be warm and fresh so it melts in her mouth when she eats it. "Are you even listening?! God, you're still a child..I will bring you your order, but next time, I will spit in your food if you wake me up this late with this big an order." Alice tried not to giggle and quickly replied with a "yes'm" With that, the call ended.

Alice knew most of the workers by now, and how to manipulate them so they didn't kill her. For example, the chef, if you order something large enough and at off times, she will get so wrapped up in her work she will forget the person she's making it for and do her ultimate best. The maids, if you don't make too big a mess and not very often, they won't complain that badly about picking up after you. All of them have little things, and she milks them for all they are worth because otherwise no one would do anything for her ever. She learned that one the hard way.

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?Neon Lotus Comments: (note from the author) This section will be where future OCs, and possibly past and present characters along with guests, will speak and maybe explain things, but since we don't have anyone wanting me to explain more at the moment, it will just be nonsense talking! This section will only appear when going from present to past. (To mystery OC) It appears that I am up next, you shall meet past me before this chapter is up. Oh how cute and naive little Sahib was back then, if only her father never announced she was to be the next head, although I suppose this could be considered a spoiler? Well, if you don't enjoy spoilers, do not read this story.

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"Everyone, this is my new daughter, Alice. She will, of course, be taking on my last name, but if she requests it, please call her by her old name and treat her as part of my family." Alice turned her big eyes to a group of strangers and she sniffled, trying to hold back tears as the man set her down. She tried to adjust his coat on her, but it wouldn't stay on her shoulders and dragged behind her. She murmured quietly, "hi.." She turned and looked up at the man. "Mister, when do I get to see my Ma and Pa again..?" He just smiled sadly and just pat her head in reply. "Eventually, my little Mivv." She looked back down at her feet again, another little sniffle coming from her which made the servants feel a twinge of guilt. "Please, escort her to her room and bring her a meal. She has had a long day." With that, another stranger took her hand for the second time that day and took her, what seemed like, further from her parents, and further from knowing the truth about what happened to them.

Eventually she ended up in a room, which she looked around slightly in curiosity, but discreetly and warily as she didn't want them to know she was curious. The bathroom was on the right, across the room from the bed she sat on. There was a little dresser by her bed and a heater at the foot of the bed that made the room warm, despite the freezing cold. A window was on the other side of the room with a fluffy looking chair in front of it. A single lightbulb lit up the room.

"Little Sahib? Are you warm now..? I need the Sahib's jacket back now if you are.."

She looked up to see who was talking and was slightly taken aback. He wore strange clothes, nothing she had seen before, and bowed to her, avoiding eye contact. She reached out and touched him lightly but they both squeaked and stumbled back. He was young, twelve years at most, and looked startled for her to have touched him. He quickly recomposed himself and went back to bowing. "I'm sorry Little Sahib, please, you can punish me if you wish." She looked at him for a moment before quietly slipping off the jacket and holding it out. "C-can I have a blanket?" He looked at the jacket, took it carefully, and nodded, rushing off quickly.

As she waited for the strange boy to come back, she lay down on the bed and felt like it swallowed her up. At first she was slightly scared it would for real, but it was so warm and soft, she closed her eyes and didn't even notice when the boy came back in and draped a blanket over her. He quietly pulled a chair over by her bedside, and began to sing softly in a foreign language, until her breathing was deep and regular. He couldn't help but smile at her and put the chair back, moving to stand guard outside the door.

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...Dark Rose Comments: yayayay new OC. I have always shipped these two OC's together so now I shall make all my readers I don't have yet ship them aswell! What did you think? Of the new character I mean. Also I enjoy learning about other cultures around the world, and will do my best to enter them into my story from time to time, but I may mess up every now and then so please forgive me if I do, or use a word from another language wrong. Ciao for now darlings

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A knock echoed on her door and she looked up from her book, before quietly closing it and setting it on her nightstand. "Come in." Alice said while smoothing her shirt and crossing her legs. A boy, of about twenty three walks in, holding a tray of soup and a little plate of strawberries. "Where is my dinner?" Alice asked, looking at disdain at what he placed in front of her, but her stomach growled and so she picked up the spoon and tested it. It was surprisingly good, but she didn't want to seem like it was, since this was not close to what she ordered at all. "It is now two in the morning, and you ordered a two course dinner. I'm afraid the chef was too tired, and so she noted to make it for dinner tonight."

She looked up at the boy and examined him. He was probably about six foot three, and extremely muscular. A gun was strapped to his back and a knife in his pocket. This was her bodyguard, Alex. He was one of the best they had, and he followed her everywhere like a dog. She thought he was annoying, always talking like he was a bit better then her just because he killed a vampire on pure luck, and the hardest thing she had killed was a shapeshifter, and that was by accident and she cried over it for days since she thought it was her father.

But even if he was annoying, she couldn't help but admit that he is hot.

Alice quickly shook the thought from her head and he gave her a questioning look as to why she was shaking her head rapidly. "Atleast get me some bread for my soup!" She demanded, turning away and popping a strawberry in her mouth. That was a mistake, as it tasted extremely tart and she curled her toes, trying hard not to make a face. Alex laughed at her effort and pat her back roughly, almost making her choke on the strawberry, before walking out the door and shutting it behind him.

She quickly finished her food now that Alex was gone, and happily set the empty tray aside. Eager to go back to sleep and forget about him, she lay down on her side and pulled the blankets up over her head. Unlucky her, however, her mind kept wandering back to him. He had been her bodyguard for three years, and was approximately five years older then her. Along with being tall and muscular, he had brown hair, just like hers but shorter, and chocolate eyes that could make a girl melt. He could smooth talk his way out of anything and into nearly any girl's panties. But, since for some reason nearly everyone hated her, he had never tried to get into hers. It both irritated her and made her happy. I know I am hot, so why the fuck hasn't he hit on me yet?!She scowled under the blankets and flipped onto her other side, trying to forget that train of thought and go to sleep.

Sadly, her mind didn't want to forget that train of thought and she pictured him outside her door. In her mind she stood up and went over to it and knocking on it lightly before opening it and looking outside. He smiled at her in a way that did not seem like he was making fun of her, but genuinely was happy to see her. He looked nice in the tee shirt and jeans, even though it was so simple. Maybe its because it showed off how he looked? She waved her hand for him to come inside and talk to her, having him shut the door behind her. Her mind skipped through the boring parts and got straight to the exciting bit. He had her pinned to the wall, his lips hovering over her skin. At some point she had discarded her night shirt and his fingers trailed over her bra strap. With a little snap it came undone and he bit into her neck gently, teasing the skin before going lower to her collar bone and sucking on it. He slid her bra off with his hands and-

Alice bolted upright in bed, her face crimson. WHAT THE FUCK AM I IMAGINING?! NO! JUST. NO. Not wanting to go back to that daydream, she stood up and walked to her computer, sitting down in front of it.

Waking the screen up, she scrolled through her tabs and selected one at random. Strawberry Death Cake, not a bad choice. Strawberry Death Cake is a webcomic she had been following for a short while, about a girl who was trying to find the creature that killed her mother when she was young. She was forced to team up with a gamer girl with the code name strawberry, and an albino lesbian who was extremely perverted and who had the code name cake. They were bubbly characters who seemed a lot of fun to be around, but the main character was a bit of a buzzkill with the code name Death. She is grumpy and way to serious and won't let the other two have any fun! Mission or no mission. The art was pretty, and the story intriguing enough. Kept her coming back anyway.

She was still early on, only on chapter three, and had a long way to go before she was caught up in the story. But really, Alice wasn't feeling reading at that moment, so instead, she logged onto her steam account and perused through her games. She opened up an old one she hadn't played in a while, some basic hardcore rpg where if you die, you lose everything. Often times, even if she had items enchanted to keep them from disappearing, they still would, so she just rage quit the game for nearly a year. Recalling how she lost everything and would not be able to get it back again because it was so deep in a boss dungeon and all her armor and weaponry had been gifts to her, she quickly closed the game and opened up a mindless point and click game instead.

After sitting there for about thirty minutes, she began to get tired and thought of her bed again. Just as she was about to save, Alex came in, holding a burnt piece of toast. "What is that." She said with a note of disgust, and he held it out, "A piece of bread, just like you asked." "Yes, I asked for bread, thirty minutes ago, and that would be toast, not bread. On top of that, its so burnt, I'm not sure that it is edible!" Alex made the face of a scolded child and growled, "Fine, get your own bread then!" Alice growled right back "Maybe I will!" Then she proceeded to slam the door shut behind him and lock it.

Why would anyone EVER think he is hot?! She scowled slightly and stormed to her bed, throwing herself on top of the covers and falling asleep.

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*. End Of Chapter Notes: Day one has ended~ Next is chapter two, day two. Comments from the OC's:

Alex- she is such a brat, how does she not understand why no one likes her?!

Mystery OC: If you say more bad things about the Little Sahib, I will have to cut your head off.

Alex: You aren't even at the home anymore, in fact, when are you coming back? I don't want to deal with this brat any longer.

Mystery OC: I will come home when the Little Sahib needs me.

Author: more people will be met once the sun is up, not too many people are IP at one in the morning!