Hi, everyone. this is my first fanfiction, so I hope it's not too bad. It was just an idea that was floating around in my head and I just had to write. Don't worry the moonlight characters will appear, but I just wanted to establish my OC first. So, anyway I hope you all enjoy it and I would greatly appreciate some reviews since it is my first fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight. Repeat, I do not. However, I do own Iris and the rest of her fictional family. Okay, on with the chapter.

January 1, 2008

Happy New Year, New York City! Well, I should probably be partying down there on the street with my fellow New Yorkers or even partying in the next room with my two overprotective brothers. However, I'm not doing either one of those things. Instead, I'm sitting outside on a balcony with a pen in hand and writing in my diary which I prefer to call my journal. I've been keeping a journal ever since I was 10 years old. I pretty much have an entire archive of journals with my horrible chicken scratch writing in them. Yeah, it's that bad. As pathetic as my writing is, it doesn't mean I don't like the actual process of writing. To be honest, the only reason, I've kept writing in my journals for so long is because it's the only way I can ever truly be myself. All the journals have my most personal thoughts, feelings and secrets that even my family doesn't know about, which is good thing.

My brother, Michael is the one that actually gave me this journal. He knew how much I would love it. I even managed to tell him that it was the best gift I had gotten for Christmas. It's nice when your family actually buys you something that you greatly appreciate. It's a whole lot personal than someone buying a Christmas card and stuffing it with money or a gift card to a place you barely ever go shopping in. Not that I don't mind getting some money for Christmas, it could help me pay off those stupid student loans.

Maybe, I should've started off this journal entry by introducing. Okay, my name is Iris. Iris Blackwell. I'm twenty-one and I attend an art school in Los Angeles. Now, I know it would've been better if I stayed in New York and attend an art school here, right? Wrong. You see, there is a reason why I'm going to school on the other side of the country and that is because of my family. I do love them, it's just that my family isn't your typical American family. To the world, we are the Blackwells, one of the many wealthy families living on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. My father is a so-called lawyer and my mom claims to be a doctor. Plus, I have two brothers that supposedly going to graduate school. Well, that is bunch of bull. My family is a family of liars and as much as I would like to admit that I'm the only honest one out of the bunch; I'm not. You see, all my journals are aware of the fact that I am a...

"IRIS!" the voice rang out so loud that it made Iris slightly jump in her seat. She turned around to see that another person had joined her on the balcony.

"Hey, little flower, what are you doing out here?" the voice that had asked that question belong to no other than Iris's brother, Michael.

"Oh, nothing. Just writing." Iris responded as she showed him her pen and journal.

"I can see that." Michael paused for a moment before he continued, "Is everything, okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't it be?" Iris asked noticing that she had a big plastered fake smile on her face. Obviously, that did not go unnoticed by her big brother.

"You've been acting a lot differently, lately ever since you came back here." Michael told her as he sat down in one of the empty chairs across from her. He was concerned about his little sister. She usually loved coming back to visit the family around this time. However, this time was just different. It looked like the last she would ever want to be.

"Well, to be honest, it was more of mom's idea that I come back. She pretty much guilt-tripped me into coming." Iris admitted.

"Don't tell me you didn't want to come back here because of what happened to your friend." Michael asked, but the minute he saw the hint of sadness in his sister's eyes. He knew the answer to his question. "Iris, you know you had to do it, right?"

"That's it, Michael. I don't think I had to. I think I only did it because that is what this stupid family expected of me." Iris said with hints of anger coming out of her voice.

"He was a vampire, Iris. You had to..."

"Okay, I get it. I had to, but I didn't want to." Iris's voice saddened and Michael knew it was probably for the best if he left his sister alone. He would've tried to comfort her, but he knew that if he did that it would just make her more angry. Iris wasn't the kind of person who wanted anyone's sympathy.

As Michael walked away, Iris opened up her journal and picked up her pen. She knew it probably wasn't a great way to start off the new year, by almost getting into what could've been a potential fight with her brother. She knew it wasn't his fault for what happened, but the thing was her brother was still a part of the family business. The secret family business that Iris had decided that she no longer wanted to take a part in.

Maybe, this is the part where I should stop writing and head back inside to kind of apologize to Mike. Although, I just wanted to finished the last thing I was going to write before Michael interrupted my train of thought. There is one thing that all journals know about me and now you will know, too. I grew up into a world I thought I wanted to be a part of, but last year made reconsidered what I wanted. My family has a history of hunting. Not the kind of hunting where there are ducks or deers involved. We're not those kinds of hunters. We're the hunters that hunt the things that go bump in the night like ... vampires. You see, once upon a time I was a hunter and now, I'm trying to get away from it.

3 weeks later

It's been three weeks since I last wrote and not much as changed. Well, after the new year's party , I pretty much did start off the new year with a fight with a family member; my father. You see, last year after the event (which I will go into more detail later on), I decided to quit the hunting business. It's still safe to say that my family still doesn't approve of my decision or my father doesn't, anyway.

There's still not much I know about how our family got into hunting in the first place. From what I've been told, it all started with a vampire that almost destroyed our entire lineage back in the 1500's. The only survivor was a the youngest son, William. I guess, he witnessed the horrendous event from a distance and since then he is the reason why my family has some sort of vendetta against vampires. Turns out after 500 years, no one really knows (or killed) the son of bitch that started all of this. I just think that history is the reason why my life is just so different or at least was.

Anyway, I was just glad that after spending Christmas and New Years in New York that I got to go back to Los Angeles. I just love being normal, or at least pretending to be. I mean, there was a time where I would always say, 'Who wants to be normal?' Now, I know the answer to that question. It's because it's safe. You have nothing to worry about except the small things like paying off credits card or getting on time or making sure your satisfying your significant other. The point is, I'm in L.A. living in my own studio apartment, as well has having a job as a receptionist at Buzzwire. It's like the L.A. Times except less boring and most of the news is posted on the web. Sure, it's not the greatest job, but I do need something that pays the bills and pays for the art supplies. I guess, I should be lucky that my father actually decided to pay for art school. Of course the only reason he is paying is because mom made him at least that was my other older brother, Jacob told me.

So, I back in my safe haven to trying to become the aspiring artist that I always wanted to be ever since I started finger painting back in pre-school. You could say I'm happy with where my life is heading. Plus, I even have a boyfriend which is good since before I never could really have a stable relationship with all the hunting that I did during my teen years. All in all it's great. Life, couldn't any better. Maybe I shouldn't jinx it, with my luck things could take turn for the worse. However, the only thing that could make my life worse was if I got sucked into the whole hunting gig. At least, I haven't met a single vampire in L.A., yet.

Okay, that was the end of the chapter. So, don't forget to review!