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I walked down the streets of L.A., completely comfortable being outside in the middle of the night. You're probably thinking: Are you crazy?! Middle of the night? In L.A.! Alone?! Well, you can chill out. Nobody would dare try to hurt me. I may look like I'm only 17 years old, but in actuality I'm 135 years old, my strength is one hundred times better than any man, I can hear a conversation taking place several blocks away, I can come from being 1 mile away from you to being right in your face before you could even blink, and not to mention my olfactory senses are extraordinarily exceptional. If you haven't caught on yet, I'm a vampire.

I couldn't help but notice the night was surprisingly silent. Nobody at all was out on the street, well except the drunk homeless man staggering towards an alley, but he doesn't count. The only sounds I heard were the cars that passed by every once in awhile only to disappear seconds later and the light footsteps behind me... wait. Footsteps? I whirled around with inhuman speed to see... nothing. The sidewalk was empty except for a few bits of trash here and there. I paused for a moment and carried on walking more cautiously than before. I couldn't seem to shake the feeling of being watched...

When I arrived at my destination I was greeted by police cars parked outside of my building, red and blue lights flashing. I entered the building and saw a dozen or more cops walking around a crime scene, questioning tenants, and so on. I sniffed the air and instantly smelled blood. I walked up the stairs to the second floor and found the source. A body was lying half-way down the hall. Of course it had to be near the door to my apartment. Great.

A man was standing near the body examining it. He was moderately tall with brown wavy hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a black button-up shirt and jeans along with a long black coat. He wasn't too bad looking either. I walked closer to the body and the man and raised my eyebrows at the sight. The body was female, probably in her twenties and on her neck was a bite mark, from a vampire obviously. The man, I noticed, was also looking at the bite mark. He sighed and turned to leave and ran into me. I sensed something about him, he's a vampire.

"Oh, sorry," He said after bumping into me.

"It's okay... who are you?" I asked suspiciously.

"Mick St. John," He replied and held his credentials up for me to see, "Private Investigator, and you are...?" I could tell he knew I was a vampire.

"Jackson... Kate Jackson," I said with a smirk, "A PI, huh? Pretty cool."

He nodded, "Yeah I guess," He said, "But sometimes, not so much."

I'm a naturally curious person, so usually I would be asking lots of questions about the dead girl lying not a foot away, but I was tired, "It was nice talking to you, er, sort of, but I'd like to get to my apartment now if you could step aside please."

"Do you live alone?"He asked all of a sudden.

"Yes,"I answered suspiciously,"Why?"

"Well you're still a teenager, don't you need someone to look after you?" He asked innocently, though I knew there was some other reason he asked that question in particular. Suddenly becoming wary, I braced myself for anything this vamp intended to do to me.

"I think I can take care of myself, thanks," I said a little sarcastically.

He didn't respond, he stared at something over my shoulder, I could tell his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. I coughed loudly trying to recapture his attention.

He studied me for a moment, "Do you think you would interested in being a PI?" he asked, I nodded uncertainly. "How would you like to be my assistant then?"

I didn't know if I could trust him, but for some unknown reason I accepted anyways, "Um, Sure."

He handed me a business card with an address and phone number on it,"Here's my address, stop by tomorrow and we'll get started on your first case."

I nodded and smiled,"See ya later." I said then slid past him and entered my apartment.

I walked into my living room,which consisted of a couch, a coffee table I got about 50 years ago, an armchair, and some minor decorations,and threw my school stuff onto the couch and sunk into my armchair. I was confused about something, why had this Mick St. John guy hired me as his assistant all of a sudden. It's weird, like he's trying to keep an eye on me or something. Why? I'll have to ask him tomorrow for sure. With that, I reluctantly rose out of my chair.

I was tired and decided I'd get some sleep soon, but first things first, I was hungry. Unlike most vampires, I don't like my blood fresh. I'd rather not sink my teeth into some unsuspecting victim every time I was hungry, thank you. I walked over to my fridge and took out a bag of blood and drank it all quickly, then walked into my bedroom and changed into pajamas, after that I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I stared into the mirror for a second at my reflection. My black hair flowing past my shoulders, my dark blue eyes, and my face, I bared my teeth, fangs extended. I turned away from the mirror and off to my freezer I went.

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