The fire coarsed through me, scorching me from the inside out. I could barely hear my own piercing screams because my heart beat was pounding in my ears. Fast, way too fast. I could hardly breath because of the pain. My nails tore at what I though was my skin, trying to release the fire, but it felt more like I was trying to shred rock. And then, it stopped. Everything stopped. The pain, the fire, my screams....and my heart. The hard thuds ceased, leaving an intense and suspensful silence that seemed almost louder.

I gasped and snapped my eyes open. I was shocked at what I saw....everything. I was in a bright, unfamiliar, windowless room, and I could see the tiny cracks in the wall, every brush stroke that was made to add the beige coloring to the ceiling, the layers of shadows that made some darker than others in the corners .

It looked almost like a hospital room, but because it was so bare, I knew it couldn't be. And a little voice in my head whispered to that I was in a place much worse than any hospital.

A middle-age handsome man with dark red hair and eyes to match leaned against the far wall. His skin was pale, deathly pale, and he had a strong muscular build.

"Ah, you're awake. And my, so beautiful," He hissed in a creepy voice with a strange accent.

"What? Who are you? Where am I? What happened?" My questions tumbled out as fear rose inside of me, like frigid water flooding my body.

"Don't be afraid. Let me explain. My name is Ester, and you are now in Romania," He paused to let it sink in, not offering me any explanation of how I got from New York to Romania.

"I have turned you into a vampire. It may seem crazy, but trust me dear, it is true. You now possess great abilities, such as being incredibly fast and strong, not having to breath or sleep, almost totally indestructible, extreme beauty and grace, heightended senses, and more. Of course, immortality has a dark side. You cannot have children, you will never age or change in any way, you will always have the urge to kill. To drink blood. It will torture you, cause you excrutating pain if you don't, and if you don't stay with me, others will take the blood and you won't be able ot have it. I'll get you some in a minute. And some vampires have special talents. Mine is to tell what others are and what human's would be if they were a vampire. I picked you to become a vampire because I knew your power would be that everyone loves you when they meet you, they have the urge to protect you and be with you, and because you were so beautiful even as a human." He said as horror struck me, then yelled something in a foreign language, startling me. The door opened, and a shadowy figure threw an unconscious women in the small room. Her scent engulfed me, and the next thing I knew I had sucked the life right out of her pretty, peaceful face.

I gagged and almost screamed. "Shh, it's okay," Ester said in his chilling voice by my side at the speed of light, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the corpse.

"You are so young, just old enough actually. Happy 14th birthday, Destiny." He said, pulling a sheet off a tall mirror. I gasped at the girl that stared back at me in the mirror. There is no way it's me. I've always been pretty, one of the prettiest at my school, but now I am drop dead gorgeous.

I am still very short and petite, but my chest is fuller. My soft pink lips are now rose red and a bit fuller. My pin straight golden hair now curls into elegant spirals at the end, with light pink highlights running through it that I got for my 14th birthday party (which, if today is my birthday, I got them three days ago, and my party should be tomorrow) that must be permanent now. I have always had pale skin, but it is deathly pale now, blemish free like it's always been. My gorgeous pale green eyes are now....red. Crimson. Bright and shining and totally sinister, their evilness enhanced by a thick frame of black lashes.

"What happened to me?" I asked in my quiet voice, which had an unnatural musical tone to it now.

"I told you, vampirism comes with extreme beauty. Now, I would like you to meet Sasha, she will show you around and well explain things to you." Ester said with a smile that made goosebumps appear on my arm (vampires can get goosbumps?).

I hadn't even see the tall, Italian girl enter the room. Her cinnamon skin had a pale palor, her dark hair reached her waist, and if her eyes weren't red I bet they would be almost black.

She didn't say anything as we made our way down a long, musky, dark corridor at a speed that was scary yet amazingly fun, but as soon as we entered a small dimly lit vacant chamber she whispered, "Welcome to Hell."