Main Character: Your name is Elizabeth Major (but everyone calls you Liz) you are 19 years old. You have just moved to your birthplace of New Orleans ( in my story Hurricane Katrina hasn't happened-writers prerogative),You used to live in a small town in South Carolina but after your Dad died you decided to make the move with a friend, Valerie Duncan (Lurie). You have long, thick, milk chocolate brown hair; sapphire blue eyes; a peaches and cream complexion, you are 5'10; and you have a slender, pear shape figure.
Chapter 1
You are standing in the middle of and ancient burial ground. Fog billows around the head stones. You see a man in a long black cape his shoulder length, dark chocolate brown hair is slightly pulled back; you can see clearly his dark, sensual facial features and his luminous pale complexion shine bright in the darkness, leaning against an enormous head stone. He moves from his place with cat like grace and he makes his way to your side. With gentle hands he removes your long, black cloak. He then proceeds to wrap an arm around your waist and with his other hand he cradles your neck. His beautiful emerald green eyes turn to red; he smiles and reveals a pair of glistening, pearl white fangs. In a voice that is a seductive as his appearance the gentleman whispers, "Elizabeth." He then pulls you closer to his muscular body. You feel him gently tilting your head to the side. His mouth is beside your ear; in the same seductive voice he repeats your name. The gentleman picks a spot on your tilted neck and kisses it with his soft lips. You feel the tips of his fangs upon your flesh, with in seconds you feel his bite. You shoot straight up. You gasp for air. After a few moments your heartbeat and breathing return to its normal pace. You look over at your clock, 2:28 am. Your room-mate and best friend, Valerie, runs into the room.
"Liz, are you alright?"
"I'm fine Lurie." Lurie runs her fingers through her auburn hair.
"You scared me." You give her a confused look. "You were screaming."
"I'm sorry, I just had a bad dream."
"Are you sure your alright, you look really pale."
"I'm fine." You give your friend a big smile to reassure her.
"Ok. You've been having bad dreams ever since we moved here."
"Don't worry so much. It was just a dream." Lurie moves back to her bedroom, and you lay back down on your bed and you try to get in a decent nap before work.
"It was only a dream…only a dream."