My life had become way to complicated for my liking and it was all because of them. They who had the nerve to play my feelings against me to their own gain, who lied and betrayed me and said they thought it was for my safety.

I have decided to not put up with being walked over, to no let myself be pushed around any more, and to not let my decisions to be made for me. I've decided to go back to those they told me to stay away from, and live life the way I was meant to. And to think, this all started in the Italian Renaissance, where my old soul originated, where I first met those who would betray me.

My twin Isabelle, and I, Accilia, had just had dinner and were taking our normal stroll through the garden, when we heard the alarm. Isabelle turned to go to her room. I grabbed her wrist and practically dragged her to my personal chambers. This time period was the same as anywhere else. Dangerous. We held our skirts up with one hand and dashed into my room.

Isabelle was born one minute after midnight and I one before. We were the exact opposites of each other. She had pale blond hair and baby blue eyes. I, on the other hand, had jet-black hair and eyes so brown it was black. The knights that worked for our father called us Night and Day.

We were sitting on the bed when the door opened. The most beautiful girl in the world stepped into the room. She moved at lightning speed and stopped at Isabelle's side. She tilted Isabelle's head, exposing her neck and barred her fangs. As she bent her head down I called out.

"No" this distracted her for a minute.

"Why not" she asked seeming truly curious.

"Because Isabelle does not dissever to be forced to never see the light again" I said making things up as I went, hoping to reason with her.

"You know what I am and I am in the light" she said angrily tossing her fiery red hair over her shoulder. She glared at me her green eyes looking as cold and hard as emeralds.

"Please take me instead" I begged I was born in the night, she in the morning. She doesn't belong to the night as much as I do. Please let her live"

"Accilia no" Isabelle cried as the girl dropped her.

"Are you sure? Absolutely sure" The girl ignored Isabelle and strode toward me. She was completely serious. I glanced over her shoulder glancing at Isabelle. I studied her innocence and her goodness. I gave a nod and Isabelle burst into tears. I opened my arms and she ran to me.

"Shhhhhh now, it will be all right you'll see. I'm doing this for you. Tell every one that you found me. Don't forget that I will always be proud of you" I whispered in her ear. When she steeped back I kissed her forehead. She was still sniffling.

"Please leave us now" the girl stated. Isabelle closed the door behind her as she left.

"My name is Cira by the way" she whispered in my ear. When she bit my neck I flinched but she only held me tighter.

Just as I thought I was going to die of blood loss Cira lifted her head away from my neck. She then slit her wrist and put the open wound to me lips. Her blood was different from the blood that I had tasted when I bit my check or lost a tooth. It was cold and had a metallic taste mixed with sugar.

Weird, I wonder what makes it taste different from human blood I thought as my body began to tingle. It almost burned.

"To become like me you have to die with vampire blood in your system" Cira explained right before hitting me in on the side of my head.

The last thing I remember seeing was Father, Isabel, and the Pope coming in to my room to sign the paper that would proclaim me dead.