A/N: Hi guys. I am very sorry about my absence from here. I was going through a very difficult time. I know some of you may have been reading my other story Lego House. I will finish it, I just need a break from it. Here is a new idea I had. So please, Read and review. :)

Icequeen xx

Chapter one: Ellie

"Ellie, Ellie. ELLIE!" I heard my mom, shouting.

"Get up; you'll be late for school. I don't want you drinking blood on route again" she yelled.

I groaned and pulled myself from the warm comfort of my bed. I stretched out my joints, each one popping as I moved it. I picked up my tablet and ran my finger across the screen to unlock it. I tapped the timetable logo and brought up my timetable for the day. I walked over to my bag, which sat on my chair beside my computer desk. On the desk were my Mac book and various pictures of myself with family and friends. I smiled as I ran my finger down the side of a picture of myself and my mate, Mattie. He was tall, with chin length black hair and golden eyes. He had a round face and a cheeky innocence about it. People, if they knew our ages, would say I was robbing the cradle as he is nearly half my age. I am 143 years old and he is 75 years old but I was fully grown, I had the appearance of a seventeen year old and he was turned at twenty.

"English, American history, Music, Spanish and Advanced Calculus" I muttered as I checked that I had the correct books for the day.

The only real challenges today were Calculus and English. I am not very good at Maths, but Mattie is an absolute genius at the subject, so he helps me all the time. He might not have any talents or powers that a person can get when they become a Vampire but I would regard his ability to do Math as a Vampire talent. Shakespeare just bores me. If I had a time machine, I would go back in time to convince his mother to keep her legs shut and move off to a convent. I am sure I would be made a national hero for that. My other choices were easy. American history, please I had lived through most of it and anything I am missing, I could just ask Carolan, the leader of our coven. He was the oldest Vampire I knew. Spanish, Carolan's mate Blanca was Spanish. Thanks to her and my time living in Europe, I had mastered Spanish and a handful of other European languages, such as French, Russian, German and Irish. Carolan was originally from Ireland, so he insisted I learn Irish. Music, it just comes naturally to me. I play the Violin, Cello and Piano. Once again, I am 143 years old, I had a lot of time on the hands and the beautiful thing about music, everywhere has music and it is the same in every language. I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in" I called as I rummaged in a drawer for clean underwear. I heard the door open and close.

"Good morning, Ellie".

That voice. It sent shivers up my spine, and not the good kind of shivers that Mattie's voice creates. I groaned inwardly. I gasped in surprise as I felt a cold hand touch my warm backside.

"Cedric, leave me alone" I hissed standing up straight, my clean underwear clenched in my hand, hoping the dirty son of a bitch, would not ask me about them.

"Oh Ellie, there is no need to be like that" he drawled in his Italian accent, still prominent even though we had lived in America for the last fifty years. Cedric was my mom's mate and I hated his guts. I sniffed the air.

"Does mom know you fell off the wagon again?" I asked.

Cedric removed his hand from my backside and spun me again to face him. He was at least a head and a half taller than me. His skin was pale and flawless. The only scar present was the one on his neck. The scar left by the one who changed him. His hair was a chocolate brown and ran past his shoulders. He always kept it tied back with a leather cord. His eye were a golden hue but slightly brighter than usual. He wore a white fitted t-shirt and black jeans ripped at the knees. He was also barefoot. He kind of reminded me of Louis from Interview with the Vampire, by Anne Rice.

"So..." I began again, "Does Mom know you slipped off the wagon? What was it this time? Pizza boy, Prostitute or an old lady walking home from church?" I asked.

I clearly had hit a nerve as Cedric seized me by the shoulders and squeezed them. I hissed in pain.

"Alright girl, if you say anything to your mother, I will rip her fucking head off and burn her in front of you. Carolan and Blanca will just up and move without you, you little shit. They'll just forget about you. Where will you go then? Your father left you, remember? If he was alive, what makes you think he'd want you now?" he spat at me, with venom and fury. I could see the feral look in his eyes.

"Get out" I hissed pushing him off me. I used my powers on him. I can hurt people or make them feel better with my emotions. I stopped and Cedric began to pant. When I let my guard down, Cedric's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. He dragged me to him and sank his teeth into my exposed shoulder. I hissed in pain as Cedric moaned, softly. After what seemed like forever, Cedric finished and licked the wound sealing it with his venom. He released me and I stumbled back to my bed. Cedric smiled, put his finger to his lips in a shushing gesture and left my room.

After Cedric left, I placed my hand on my new scar. It was one of many I had received from him over the fifty years he was with my mom. If my dad was alive, he would never let this happen to me. Cedric was a liar about my dad. I reached down and lifted up the floor board that was a darker shade than the rest. I took out a small wooden box, with my name on it. Mattie made it for me on our tenth anniversary. It was my hope box. I opened it and began to fish through my hopes and dreams. I collected photos of different I wanted to achieve, such as playing in the Sydney Opera House, have tea and play a duet with David Garrett or own a Stradivarius Violin. After a moment, I found what I was looking for. It was a photo, taken by my mom's father, of my dad. It may have been in black and white, but I could see all the detail in his young face. We were very alike. Blanca told me we even had the same hair colour. I turned over the picture.

"Jasper Whitlock, the youngest major in the Confederate Army, 1863" it read. I sighed and put the photo back in the box and stashed it back in its spot. I inhaled deeply. I would give anything, just to be able to tell my dad everything, like it was not his fault, the day he attacked me. I was the one that fell over and sliced my arm open. I ran my fingers along the scar on my right forearm. I would tell him how much I hate Cedric and that I think my mom is still in love with him, but most of all, I would tell him, how much I love him and want him back.

I stood up and changed from my tank top and shorts to some black skinny jeans and a red fitted t shirt with a large panda on the front, chewing some bamboo. I laced up my back converse and put on my leather jacket. I brushed my hair and tied it up into a pony tail. I brushed my teeth and grabbed my bag. I walked down to the kitchen in our four storey apartment we shared with Blanca and Carolan. I found my mom, typing away on her laptop, a Mac book like mine. She was a novelist and wrote under the name Kitty Fatale. It was fitting as her name was Kathryn.

"Good morning, honey" she smiled. "Blood is over there" she said, nodding to the counter top beside the fridge. I picked up the warm cup and sniffed it.

"Deer?" I asked.

"Very good" she replied.

It was warm do it was easy to drink. My mom was forever nineteen years old. She had long black hair that was braided and draped around itself several times so it hung around her waist. When she didn't have it wrapped up like that, it touched the floor. She had golden eyes and soft elf like features. Today, she wore a crisp white shirt, which ended at her waist and over it was a thick black corset. According to her, she was so accustomed to wearing corsets from her youth she felt lost without them. Her black skinny jeans were tucked into knee length leather boots. She wore various coloured rings, mainly silver with coloured stones on her fingers and a long brass necklace with a locket on it. On the locket was stamped the Masterson coat of arms, an eagle with a smaller bird on its head and a snake and sword, clenched in its talons.

"Bye mom" I said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Bye sweetie" she replied, kissing me on the cheek.

I put my back on my back and grabbed the keys to my car. A black ford mustang. I walked to the front door. As I put my hand on the door handle, I heard someone whisper my name. I looked to where the voice had come from. It was Cedric. He was leaning against the railing upstairs. He smiled, mined a simple bite gesture and the ripping a head off. I threw him a look of disgust and opened the door, walked out and slammed it as hard as I could behind me.