"This had better be worth it," I grumbled stepping out of the terminal. As you can tell I'm not in a very good mood at the moment. I'd just spent god knows how many hours on a flight with a screaming baby sitting behind me. I swear there is always one of those on a plane, along with the mother who can't be bothered to shut it up.
"I can already tell this day is going to be marvelous," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I made my way through the airport to the baggage claim, ignoring the hundreds of small shops. "What a waste of money." After locating my medium sized suitcase, I made a beeline for the exit, not caring who I bumped into. I stepped out of the airport, inhaling the chilly air. London, my new home.
I should probably introduce myself. My name is Victoria Smith. I'm 20 years old, American, and 5'4, but if you call me short I'll kill you. I'm pale with brown hair and brown eyes and I look pretty ordinary. Now I'm not one of those people who randomly wakes up one day and says, "I'm going to go to London," but that's exactly what I did.
I had no reason to stay in America anymore, too much pain, too many memories. It was either stay in America and brood and sulk until I die, or move to London and start a new life. Obviously I chose the latter.
I had always wanted to move to London, ever since I was in middle school and I had finally turned that dream into reality. I wandered around the city for a while until I came to an apartment building that looked promising. Long story short, I now live in apartment 14B on the third floor of Ron's Apartment Complex. The name may suck, but the rent is cheap.
Surprisingly, my room is nice. The walls are painted a deep purple and I have a decent sized living room, bed room, and kitchen. There were two small dressers and a nightstand in my bedroom and a small coffee table and two couches in my living room. There were random paintings of flowers and meadows here and there and the place screamed homey. All in all, it was perfect. I began to unpack my one suitcase, which held all my possessions that weren't consumed by the fire….. The fire….
"No, don't think about it," I scolded myself. "You came here to get away from it all. Besides, you got your revenge," a twisted grin spread adorned my face at the memory but it quickly disappeared. "I swear I'm insane," I muttered.
After I finished unpacking, I decided to read a little Black Butler. I grabbed a couple of the Manga's and made myself comfortable on the window seat in my room. Black Butler was my favorite Manga of all time. The plot was genius and the characters were awesome. My favorite characters were Sebastian and Grell. Sebastian, because he was a sexy, kick-ass demon butler and Grell because he was a sexy, spastastic Grim Reaper. If I could have one night with the both of them, I would die happy.
After the first few chapters I decided it would be a good idea to walk around and get the feel of London, so I grabbed my coat and started walking. I visited various stores and walked through a few parks and by that time the sun had set.
"I'd better be getting home," I thought aloud. As I made my way home, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. "I'm just being paranoid," I tried to convince myself. Suddenly, a hand shot out of the dark and pulled me into an alley. I tried to scream but another hand was put over my mouth.
"Well, well ,well, what do we have here?" I was spun around to face a man in his mid-twenties with black hair and blue eyes. "You're a pretty one aren't you?" he asked, licking his lips. "And very tasty." He smiled to reveal two gleaming fangs. I gasped in surprise.
'HOLY SHIT HE'S A VAMPIRE!' I screamed in my head. I desperately struggled to get away, but to no avail. He chuckled at my pitiful attempt to escape. "Don't struggle love, it'll only hurt more," and before I knew it, his fangs were in my neck.
I ignored his warning and tried to free myself, but I was slowly getting weaker and weaker. I stopped struggling and tried to stay conscious.
"I'm going to die," I thought. He finally stopped feeding and looked down at my limp form.
"What a shame to waste such a pretty face," he said more to himself. He seemed to think for a minute, then grinned menacingly. He bit his wrist, and put it to my mouth. I tried to keep my mouth closed, but some of the crimson liquid managed to flow through. My eyes widened, it tasted like heaven. I closed my eyes and began to drink, I couldn't stop.
After a few minutes he pulled his wrist away. He cupped my face in both hands.
"Names Dimitri, and I'll be seeing you soon….. If you don't burn," he laughed the last part and my eyes widened. He snapped my neck, and the last thing I saw were his cold, blue eyes.