In 1793 France

I walked down along the dark long street sun had just gone down. My dress was so long that it was dragged in the dirt. The party was over and the carriage had left without me. It was a long way home and my feet ached but I went knowing I would see sore feets when I got home. I could hear the cheering voices that probably came from the cliffs drunk people. The idea to even run into thand kind of person scared me so much that I started to go faster. The sky seemed the stars and a half moon that was shining in the colors gray and white. When I passed one of the pubs on the street, I felt the stinking smell of beer that had spilled out on the rocky ground.

The voices grew louder and I could see men cradling in beer glasses singing. Drunk couples making out outside the pub off the walls. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I discovered that I had stopped walking. It had been a mistake to stay. I turned around and saw a man with a long beard and his breath smelled of alcohol. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and frowned, "Please do not hurt me." I said pleading. I looked into his dark eyes to follow gaze to his dirt-term hands that still held me. He started laughing with his dark voice, "No, you are mine." He said and continued laughing.

My worst nightmare had become true in this moment and would be worse. I felt his filthy lips on my cheek while I tried to get out of his grip. But he was stronger than I was and gave me a warning glance. I swallowed hard, after this, I will not be seen as anything other than a dirty whore. A gust of wind blew my hair and before I could blink, he fought the man into the wall. Two men held him against the wall "Creep." Said the long man in a language that I understood 'Swedish'. I stood very still and watched the two men suck the life out of that horrible man. Blood ran down from the man's neck, down from his clothes and onto the ground. I held back a scream, they were the devil himself.

I had been rescued by the devil? How could this be? No, it can not be true at all. I could barely get air into my lungs so scared was I. After a while the man's body fell down to the hard ground dead. The men's faces turned to me and their mouths were also bloody. I swallowed hard once again and tried to find a way out. They walked towards me "Calm we will not hurt you." Said the man who was shorter than the other "My name is Eric and this is Godric." Said the long man who apparently was Eric.

"What is your name?" Godric asked, holding out his hand out to me, "Alexandra Johnson ..." I replied with a trembling voice. "Nice to meet Alexandra." He said and kissed my hand and his blue eyes looked into my eyes. "What should we do with her?" Eric asked impatiently "We'll let her go Eric, Alexandra go home." Said Godric. I nodded pulled my hand from his grasp and ran home without stopping on the way. When I got home I was greeted by my mother's scolding voice"Where you been, young lady!?" She scolded.

Her hands had moved to her hips "On the feast at Baron Belleroses house but I missed the carriage and had to walk home with my own feets." Said I looking down at the floor. "Thank God you're okay! Promise me you'll never to do this again? "She exclaimed and embraced me in a bear hug. "I promise mother." I replied, "I do not know what I would do if I lost you like Eskil." Said mother and hugged me tighter. "I miss him." I whispered, and let a few tears fall down against my hot cheeks. My dear brother Eskil died during the trip to France.

He was thrown over board after his death and is buried to the sea. We never got the chance to have a proper burial for him. Eskil was brave and the nicest brother someone could ever get. But now he lies on the ocean floor all alone. No flowers and no headstone that we could visit. My mother Ida and my father Henry Johnson would forever regret the trip that cost their beloved son his life. If they could turn back time, they would do it but there was nothing that could do it. Nothing that could bring him back to life from the dead.

That night I cried myself to sleep, the old wounds again was opening. The thought that Eskil was not here with us anymore. The very next evening, I returned to Lydie Bellerose, the Baron's daughter, who was my best friend. On the way there I met on Godric and Eric who had saved me the night before. "Godric, Eric hey, nice to meet you again!" I cried when our eyes met. There was something Godrics eyes that made me start to fall for him.

"Alexandra Johnson." Godric greeted back with a smile that made me melt. "Godric if you want her now you should take her now." Said Eric to Godric. "Yeah, you're right." He said nodding. "Do not you think I understand what you are saying?" I asked in a trembling voice, "She can speak Swedish Godric." Eric said amusing. "What are you going to do?" I asked and backed into a wall, "We intend to turn you into a vampire like us." said Eric and showed his fangs. "No, no! Please, "I pleaded, and Godric walked up to me and gave me a wet kiss" Everything will be fine, I promise. "He said and I nodded.

Soon I felt his sharp teeth into my neck and I felt how I became weaker and weaker until I everything was blurry. The next moment I woke up in a pile of dirt, panicked I dug myself up. There I was met by Godric and Eric, who sat on a rock and waiting for me.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Asked Eric grinning while Godric helped me up to my feet.

I woke up from my my dream of my past by a bank on my chest and I groaned. I opened it to bark at those who brought me out of my beauty sleep "Good morning." Godric said and smiled at me, "Good morning," I replied, and grabbed his hand.

I was pulled out of the coffin looking into his deep blue eyes.