She walked through the meadow of wildflowers aware danger was nearing. She knew just as she had managed to survive with nothing, as would her younger sister, Cassie. The young girl slowly made her way away from the clearing onto the outskirts of the forest, knowing full and well they were coming and they were coming for her. Just as she had crossed the invisible boundary, she heard a stirring quickly followed by a laugh. The girl sat at the bottom of a large tree with her head in her hands waiting.

"Well, boys looks like someone lost their way." The leader of the three spoke first.

"I wouldn't say lost." Kira gestured her hands to acknowledge their presence and continued to rest her head in her hands.

The leader grabbed her by her neck and shoved her up against the tree, "Just to get the adrenaline pumping." His voice rang in her ears.

She breathed heavily from his unexpected act, but stayed quiet. He eyed her with suspicion and snarled his fangs in her face determined to get the heart of his little prey pumping uncontrollably. But to his surprise she stayed calm. He smirked and her heart surprisingly jumped. Even in a predicament such as this she couldn't say he wasn't a god. For a moment she actually felt sorry for him. Why would such a beautiful man choose this life instead of the better? She stared into the eyes of her murderer and deep in those beautiful pools of blue she saw pain.

His lips traced her neck, "How cute," He whispered, "The little girl thinks she's brave, but little does she know out in these parts there be monsters." His lips etched their way to her ear, "Are you sure you don't wanna scream?"

She gave him the best smirk she muster under the circumstances, "Let's make a deal. You do your part and I'll do mine."

The man laughed at her response and replied, "Deal."

A small gasp escaped Kira's lips as her body was consumed by fire. At first it was only her neck, but she soon felt another bite on her arm, and another on her wrist. Her breathing slowly faltered, and she was dropped. The pain seared through her veins until the poison had made it's way to her heart causing every beat to send a shearing throb to every part of her body. Something felt wrong or maybe this was normal; maybe this was in fact how she was supposed to die. Kira screamed in agony as she went into uncontrollable tremors. Death was finally creeping on her, begging her to close her eyes and she gladly obeyed.

But again she felt something was wrong. Even in death she was still on fire and she continued to shake violently. She shook for hours; she shook, she screamed, and she burned, until suddenly it stopped. She breathed raggedly sprawled across a cold floor. Cold. Such a beautiful word. She opened her eyes as light flooded the room. Kira quickly shaded her face as the sun pierced her eyes. This definitely was not death. She suddenly heard footsteps and voices; they were nearing her room. As the door creaked open she sat up keeping what was left of her dignity.

It was the man from last night. "Good, you up. I thought I was gonna have to beat you up." He gave her a toothy grin as he threw her some clothes, "Take a shower, you look disgusting."

Offended she threw the clothes back at him, "Fuck off."

No sooner had she said the words, was she pinned up against the wall gasping for air, "This position looks quiet familiar now doesn't it?"

She grinned barely able to breath, "We did it once, I guess we could try it again." She bore her eyes into his, "Maybe you'll do it right this time."

He threw he across the room in irritation and gave the clothes to her again, "Take a shower. The bathroom's this way."

Kira smirked as she looked up to meet his eyes. She then slowly took the clothes in her hand and followed. The bathroom wasn't much, but she really did need a shower. For this reason she stayed in a little longer than necessary and washed her body until she was pink. Once out she took her small hand a wiped the steam off the mirror. She looked around the bathroom startled as she saw an unfamiliar girl starring back at her. She looked completely different, but different was better than dead. She shoved on the oversized shirt and shorts and quickly left the bathroom.

"Yea, once they saw what had happened, they bailed."

"Why didn't you finish her?"

"I couldn't. Something happened. I don't know, but instead of dying, she turned."

"What do you mean she turned?"

"I don't know, but I don't think she's a vampire."

"What do you mean?"

"The venom was pushing its way out her neck when I went to check on her. It was all over the floor. I think once it's fully out she'll be human again."

Both men looked her way as she walked into the kitchen. "Hey, pretty boy." She smirked in His direction.

The first guy spoke, "Hey, I'm Benjamin, and this is Michael." He pointed to the guy who bit her.

"Kira," She nodded with her smirk still clear as Michael glared her down. Although he wasn't her favorite person, she couldn't deny that he was beautiful man. She blew him a kiss tauntingly and he no sooner had her again pinned to the wall. "I'm going out to eat. Watch her for me, will you?" He spoke to Benjamin with his eyes never leaving Kira.

"Yea, sure." Benjamin nodded bewildered at what had just transpired. And moments later Michael disappeared.

"You're a pretty interesting character." He smiled

Kira opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it again as she felt painful conversions in her stomach. Her knees quickly met the floor and before she could object her body was up and on the move. She only saw flashes as she sped through the streets. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but her body continued until she stopped.

She looked around in confusion as she was met be none other than Michael himself. He was in front of her in seconds, curiosity etching his face. Kira backed away unsure as to why her feet had led her to him and he followed suit. Her back quickly met brick and she gasped as she noticed how close he had come.

"What do you want?" He asked as his eyes never left hers.

She looked away blushing; she couldn't breathe. She tried her hardest to think of a witty remark, but nothing came and for that she blushed harder. She finally met his eyes; she could fall asleep in those eyes and be fine if she never awoke again.

The connection was quickly lost as she felt the conversions yet again distorting every movement she made. She gasped out of breath as she fell to the ground. A sweet smell filled the air and her body submissively followed. It was the smell of a woman. As Kira neared the woman finally turned as she realized another person was near her. Kira gave the woman a menacing smile and the woman slowly backed away.

"What you want? If you know what's good, you betta be backin' up fa my man come out here and see yo' psycho ass." The woman put on a good front, but the confidence never reached her eyes.

Kira ignored her attempts and disappeared before the woman. She jumped shaken as she felt Kira's breath on her neck, but before she could scream, her neck was quickly snapped and the woman's body fell limply into Kira's hands. With hunger getting the best of her, she indulged and didn't stop until there was nothing left to continue.

Kira gently laid the woman's body on the ground and starred into her shock stricken eyes. She scooted as far away as she could until she backed up against a fence. She was an animal and the sad part was she liked it. She brought her knees to her chest in the fetal position and sat there until a cold hand grabbed her arm. Startled she looked up; it was Michael.

"Come on for someone sees us."

She wasn't sure if her legs would agree with the command, but luckily she made it home without falling. Once inside her legs gave way and she collapsed on the couch. Michael sat on the sofa across from her and eyed her suspiciously.

"Don't you have any questions?"

"No," She raised an eyebrow.

"You don't wanna know why you're here, or what happened?"

Uncomfortable she turned over, "I already know." She could feel his eyes boring into her back.

"What do you mean you already know?"

"I. Already. Know."

"What are you?"

"A girl." She smirked getting up, "Ask the right question and you'll get the right answer." And with that she left; she needed to see her family.

Although it was only a one-bedroom apartment, it had held them three together for years. Cassie, her younger sister of 15, sleep soundly beside their little brother Adam, who had just recently turned 6. Kira quietly filed through the cupboards. They only had enough food to sustain them for a week and with her gone how would they fend?

Before she herself knew what had happened, Kira was asking the next customer, "Welcome to Chick-fil-a, how may I help you?"

She had been working fulltime for a week and she finally got her first check. That evening she cashed it, put it on a debit card, and found herself walking towards her old home. This would be her first time speaking to Cassie since That Night and Kira wasn't sure how she would take it.

She knocked on the door lightly. "Who is it?" A tired Cassie opened the door rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "Kira! My gosh Kira, Where have you been?"

Kira smiled and hugged her little sister, "I've been around."

"Well, I'm glad you're back. We've missed you and Adam's been waking up in the middle of the night screaming your name for days."

Kira walked to the kitchen table and sat Cassie down, "That's actually what I came about." She grabbed Cassie' hands, "I'm not coming back."

Cassie jerked away taken back by the statement, "What are you talking about, Kira? You can't just walk out on us. Just in case you forgot, you're all we have." Her eyes filled with hurt.

"I know and I'm sorry, but sometimes things happen in life and you just gotta deal with the hand you've been given." She pulled the card from her pocket and handed it to Cassie, "It has about two fifty on it. Every two weeks on Wednesday it should have about five hundred. The pin number is Adam's birthday, okay?"

Cassie took the card with heavy hands and hung her head with tears forming, "Yea."

"Hey, what have I told you about crying?" She grabbed Cassie in her arms and held her head up, "Punks cry, and I don't have any punks in my family." Kira held her for a moment until she caught the scent of a sweet smell. "Buy some pads while your out."

Cassie eyed her suspiciously, "What?"

"For you period, get some pads."

"I haven't started my period yet."

Kira laughed at the dramatic irony of the moment, "Well, I think you just did, but listen I have to go." She walked to the door.

"Will you come back? How will I contact you?"

She hugged her sister a last time and smiled, "Don't worry I'll be back more times than you'll know. And you know how to contact me."

"Yea, but you never answered while you were gone and what about Adam?"

Kira tensed, "Don't tell'em I came by. I'll answer if you need me." She disappeared before Cassie could ask further.

Kira rounded the corner and quickly changed her clothes before heading home. She opened the door quietly not wanting to draw attention to herself and saw Michael lying on the couch with a bottle half empty. She quietly grabbed the bottle wary not to wake the sleeping beauty and tossed it in the trash. The house was filthy. And hour of cleaning and a bowl of cereal later she took a blanket from Michael's room and gently placed in over his sleeping body.

Sitting beside him, Kira cautiously tucked the blanket around his frame. She could feel her faint heart flutter at the closeness of their bodies and she all the more hated him. She hated how even in his sleep he could make a pompous girl such as herself feel shy. He hadn't shown the slightest sign since her arrival that he wanted her there let alone wanted her, yet she couldn't help, but feel compassion towards him. He stirred and his hair made a blanket over his eyes. Before she could register her actions, her fingers were gracefully gliding across his forehead and she brushed his wild, brown hair out of his eyes.

Kira gasped and, now realizing how close she had been jumped away, as her eyes met his.

"Sorry." She quickly walked out of the room and found hers.

Michael sat up dumbfounded and walked to the kitchen for a glass of blood. This house is filth—clean? He looked around in awe. Kira. He had to admit she was an interesting character. She was the first girl who didn't fall victim to his good looks and charming ways; she actually talked backed. He smirked at the thought, but stopped as he remembered she had been gone for the past few days. He noticed every morning she was up and out before he even considered getting up. Michael was suddenly shaken out of his thoughts as he smelled another presence, "Hey, Ben."

"Hey, I see you've been cleaning." Benjamin laughed shocked.

"Nah, you know I don't do cleaning. It was Kira."

"Ah," He raised both hands, "Kira, Kira, Kira." Benjamin looked at his friend thoughtfully, "Seeing as how you don't want her and all, I'll gladly take her off your hands."

Michael shook his head quickly, "No, she's fine."

"What made the change? You got some?" His friend smirked seductively.

"Nah, man we're not like that."

"So you wouldn't mind if I hit it? I just don't understand how you can live with hotty and not have had sex. She has the legs of a goddess, bra."

"No, Benjamin you can't hit it." Michael responded through gritted teeth. He turned to face his friend with his temper was slowly boiling, "Is there a reason for your visit?"

"Well, I came to see Kira, but it's cool. I understand ya'll have ya'lls little thing going on."

"There's no thing going on with me and Kira." He and his friend sat at his kitchen table.

"Oh. Well, whatever. I saw her working at the Chick-fil-a at the mall the other day. She's even hot in a uniform." Benjamin laughed to lighten the mood.

"Really? That's probably why she's been getting up so early." He looked at his friend in thought, "Why would she wanna work? I have plenty of money."

"My guess is as good as yours. Did you ever ask her how she knew about the vampire thing or why she didn't change?"

"Nah, she said she knew. She didn't ask not one question, even after her first kill."

"That's weird. I figured she'd be traumatized by the whole thing; crying and throwing a fit."

"Yea, but that's not Kira. She's too much of a badass." He smiled looking off at nothing specific.

"Just like you. You like her?" He friend asked barely audible.

"No! Never. She's a pompous, irritatin'," He trailed off thinking, "No." His eyes finally met his friend's.

"Oh." Was all Benjamin could say. He knew Kira was growing on Michael, but he didn't say it. Michael would have to discover that for himself. They continued talking for another hour until they bother grew tired.

For the next few weeks Michael followed Kira to and from work. The idea of her working had hit a nerve and he was hoping to find out why. By the fifth week he was ready to quit, acknowledging the fact that he could now be considered a stalker, until one Wednesday. Instead of heading home she took a back street that led to a rundown neighborhood.

She nervously stood at the door of an apartment until a girl opened it. She through her arms around Kira's neck and they walked inside.

"Hey, Cassie." Kira smiled a smile Michael had never seen. It wasn't a smirk or a half smile; it was smile and it was beautiful. Michael shook his head to erase the unwanted thought.

"Hey, Kira. How's it been going?"

"It's been going." She gave a thoughtful half smile.

"Kira! Kira! Kira!" A little boy came running and jumped into Kira's arms.

"Hey, baby." She smiles, but the smile never reaches her eyes.

"I've missed you, Kira. Why did you leave? I'm sorry I got in trouble that one day. I didn't mean to."

Kira smiles and rubs his cheek, "I didn't leave because you got in trouble, Adam. I would never leave you on purpose."

"I miss you."

"I miss you too." She turns to Cassie, "Is the money enough?" So that's where it's been going; to her family.

"It's more than enough. I paid the rent, the lights, and the water bill. I bought tons of food and I paid off the furniture. I even had enough to get us some new clothes, Kira."

Kira looked away from Cassie. She looked hurt, "Well, I just came by just to check on things, if you need me you know how to reach me."

"It doesn't work anymore, Kira. I tried to call to you plenty of times, but you never get it."

Kira looked at her worried, "Try it now."

Cassie closed her eyes and waited. Minutes later she shook her head, "I got nothing."

Kira then closed her eyes, "I got you. I don't why-"

"I got you now. You gotta keep you mind open more, Kira." Michael stared through the window at family in confusion.

"Try this. Push all other minds away and focus on me. Now think of what you wanna tell me."

Adam can do it too, Kira.

Kira looked at the other girl in shock, "How do you know?"

Michael tried with everything to read their thoughts, but he got nothing. It was as if they had put up a wall to block him out.

"He called me the other day when he fell in the room."

Kira caressed the young boys cheek and smiled, but it wasn't the smile from earlier. It was a smile filled with pain and hurt. She got up and began walking towards the door. "Well. I gotta go now, but I'll-"

"No, Kira you can't leave. You said you wouldn't leave me remember. Did you forget?" The child tugged at her arm.

"I know Adam. I can't stay, but I'll be back. I promise." Michael could see Kira was on the brink of tears as she opened the door.

"No, Kira!" The boy screamed and jumped on Kira's leg, "I'll clean the room, and I'll be nice to Cassie. I'll do whatever just don't leave me, Kira please!"

Kira looked away, "Cassie," She paused, "Please get Adam."

The girl nodded and pulled on the boy's arm. He screamed and squirmed. It took all the might of the young girl to keep the hysterical boy from getting loose.

"Leave me alone, Cassie! Kira, stop. Where are you going? You said you weren't leaving me. You keep forgetting." The boy screamed as snot ran down and mixed with his tears.

Kira stood at the door for a second with her head hung low, but never once looked at the screaming child, "I love you." And she left.

Cassie let the child down and he ran into the hallway of the apartment screaming Kira's name. He stood there crying and gasping for air for a while, then fell to his knees with a small thud. "I don't love you back."

Michael watched Kira as she slowly walked to a back alley. She forcefully kicked a trashcan and sent it flying into the nearest wall. She pressed her hands against her head and screamed. In all of her anger she picked up the dumpster and threw it at the wall. Michael stared in wonder. He knew she was no longer a vampire yet she was still able to pick and throw a half ton dumpster. He looked up from his thoughts realizing he no longer knew where Kira was and walked down the alley she had just destroyed. A trembling ball caught Michael off guard and he turned to find Kira curled on the ground crying.

Kira couldn't take seeing her little brother crying over her. Her breath was caught in her chest as she cried out her life. She cried for brother, she cried for her sister, she cried for her parents, she cried because she hadn't cried in years and every feeling she'd ever ignored was slowly creeping its way out of her heart and onto her face. She wished she would have died that night Michael bit her, but she hadn't and now she was alive and alone. She hated him, but above all she hated herself.