I may look like an ordinary teenager, but believe me - I'm quite the opposite.
I was born in 1863. For those of you who don't pay attention in school, that makes me 146 years old. You see, I'm no longer a human. I was turned in 1880. To the human eye, I will always be young and beautiful. A vampire. Everything about me draws you in, makes you want me. I'm intoxicating, and irresistible. Everything you could possibly desire, all in one 98 pound, silver eyed brunette.
I have to admit, for the first century, I enjoyed the power I held over every single male in the world. Especially those that had enough courage to even approach me. I guess I found it fun, toying with them. Mere humans, weak and completely powerless. Not to mention, impossibly tasty. I suppose I was cruel, in a sense. Not caring who's life I took, or who's blood I was draining...
It was around that time that I met him. The boy who changed everything.
As much as I hate to admit it, he barely acknowledged my existence. Not once did his eyes wonder over my body like the rest of them. He didn't even turn his head as I walked into the room, and of course, that was the absolute limit of unacceptable. I turn heads... I'm a head turner. Mens, womens, animals. But, not his.
His skin was pale. Almost as pale as my own, but I knew he wasn't like me. His scent was so sweet and tempting, much sweeter than any scent I'd ever smelt before. It took a lot of control to keep myself from taking him then and there. If it wasn't for the public crowd surrounding us, I was sure I would have.
And that's where this story starts.