Renaissance Vampire
In Renaissance era London, a young woman is turned one night by someone very close to her. Now, trying to fit in in the year 2014, she is in for the surprise of her existence.
1560's
My name is Isabel Jane Whitlock, and this is my story. Not the story of my life, but of my death. And everything after.
It happened the night of my 19th birthday. It was the first year I had spent a birthday without my twin sister, who had disappeared six months previously. Walking home from my fiancee's house- alone, after convincing him that my short walk home would be no problem- I suddenly felt as if someone was watching me.
I stopped in my tracks and looked around, but saw nothing. Thinking that my imagination must have run away with me again, I continued on my way. Surely the faint rustling I heard was just a stray cat or some other such small creature. No need to worry about it, and I already see my house in the distance.
I had not taken more than three steps toward the familiar little cottage before I was knocked to the ground. I quickly looked around again, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Then I saw a blurred figure coming at me with remarkable speed. Before I could attempt to run, or even scream, there was a sharp pain in my neck and I felt the warm blood start to seep out of the wound.
I collapsed back to the ground as a burning pain started pulsing through every vein in my body. Then, I heard a familiar voice call down to me.
"Won't this break Anthony's poor little heart?" The voice asked, chuckling darkly. "Welcome to hell, sister."
As she was walking away I finally found my voice. "V-Victoria?"
Then, my world went black. But, that is only the beginning of my story.
AN: I know it's short, but keep in mind this is only a prologue and the chapters will get longer. Reviews are appropriated to let me know if I should continue or not. so... thoughts?