Well this is my first fan fiction ever. I hope you like it. )

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1630 Cork Ireland

I had woken up to an angels face staring at me. Then he smiled at me. And for some reason I smiled back. It was hard not to. I knew I had changed in some reason but I couldn't put my finger on it. I then heard a squirrel scurry from out side the window. It was incredibly loud. I could smell the woods from inside the little cabin. "Why do I hear so much? It hurts my ears, it so loud."

"Well..."The angel began with a voice as soft as velvet. "You are experiencing some...how I should put it...changes"

I cringed, not in horror, but in pain. Sometimes you know your in danger and want to run. But I felt incredibly safe with him.

"See well... you're getting your wish, you wanted to be immortal; to live forever. But please," His voice sounded pained. "Do not hate me for what I am doing for you." And with that, I passed out form the pain.

When I had awoke, I found an angel in the corner sitting with his eyes closed.

"Excuse me, erm… who are you?" I asked.

The man looked up. "Good, you're up." He smiled. "So… what do you remember?"

I leaned his name was Nickolaus and he was a vampire, he had over heard me while I was at the pub. He told me every thing, of his past, and how he had met me and how I had been changed forever. My few measly talent I had when I was human had carried over with me and when I tried them out to see if I was any good still, I was better at painting but now, I was amazing.

As the years went on we began to travel the world and we began to love each other.

Every where we went people would stare. People envied us, we where beautiful. Nickolaus had brilliant blue eyes with hair as black as night that was long enough to cover his eyes. So he just pushed them to 

the side to keep them out of the way. And a smile that was irresistible, once someone would see him smile they could not look away. I had a favorite smile it was a crooked smile but he made it irresistible. I had blonde hair with tints of strawberry colors to it with brown eyes. Yes, a curious combination but I didn't care. I always told myself I was nothing special to look at but Nick told me other wise and I never believed him. But over the years, I began to accept myself for who I was and was finally becoming happy.

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1693 Ipswich, Massachusetts

While traveling in Ipswich, we were separated. I was accused of performing witchcraft. I was locked up to be burned at the stakes. I was accused because the people began to kill off others and blame it one me.

I was locked up in a small prison cell, awaiting my fate. Nick was here with me; some how I had managed to convince him to leave me here but he was still arguing with me.

"No, go, we shall meet up later love" I begged him to go before he too was falsely accused.

"I will kill them all before they lay a finger on you!" Nickolaus growled.

"No, we live peacefully kill no one I promise I will get out. Meet me in London where we first met, at the pub." I knew it was far away but far was good right now.

"Fine..." He agreed reluctantly. "But I will find you one way or another."

I smiled. He loved me too much as I too loved him too much.

He caught my head in his hands.

"Danielle" He whispered

"Nickolaus" I whispered back.

We only had time for a quick kiss on the lips. The priest came in ranting of how he hated me. I got a little mad for he had falsely accused me of witchcraft just by walking the streets with Nickolaus. When I asked for a reason for being prosecuted he just said "No one can be that beautiful with out trading ones soul". Yeah right. Been there, done that.

"May hell have no mercy on you vile witch!" He cried.

Nickolaus growled.

"Then may hell unleash its worst." I muttered. A little smug knowing I couldn't die but I know it would be painful. I knew Nickolaus was upset. He was caught in a house fire when he was trying to leave a town that was frightened of him. He said he will never forget the pain for the rest of his existence. He quickly said I love you.

"I love you, don't worry we will find each other soon"

"Don't worry I have complete and utter faith in you, love" I reassured him

I told him to leave and get a start to London.

That was the last I saw of Nickolaus. I was unable to leave, once they burned me. The pain was unbearable. Nickolaus was right. It was too much I finally cried out in pain hoping Nickolaus would not hear.

They saw once they put the fire out my skin had grown back, they fled to their homes. Cowards. I was stuck up upon that post for days and they hoped starvation would kill me off. Obviously it didn't. But starvation did come I tried to resist but they were standing there, watching me. I could easily break the chains. I figured it would take little over one minute to kill them all. I tried I really did but, I gave in to the darker side of myself snapped the chains in two and hurled myself at my first victim. I ripped her collar off and bit her neck. It was amazing. It never tasted so good. I was like a lioness that has not eaten for the last year and she just saw the first deer in ages. Like it called to me the sensation, I wanted it to last longer. I drank again. This time from a child. The sweet blood flowed down my throat. I was finished I had, had my fill for tonight. It was easy to catch the other people who ran. All I did was snap their necks pile them up and then I burned them to destroy the evidence I was here. Ipswich was never the same again I heard people moved in but was all ways careful to go outside alone during the day and expesualy at night.

I then fled. Horrified at myself for what I had done; some how Nickolaus had left my mind with no idea how that happened.

Years back Nickolaus had taken a vow to never drink human blood again. When Nickolaus was changed he had killed his parents for their blood. He said every one of us has a darker side. Some have a harder time taming it than others. Others are still attached to it, taking human life. I didn't like the thought very much so I took a vow also the never kill a person again. But I had broken it that day with 2 kills. I hated my self. Then I had re-taken the vow and searched for Nickolaus, depressed as I was.

Once I had gotten to the pub where my life had changed, I had seen no sign of Nick. I could barely find his scent. After nearly 80 years of looking for my black haired angel of mine, I gave up, I took too long to 

get out of Ipswich. He must of left. But I knew he too looked for me but I just gave up. To this day I still don't know why I quit looking for the love of my life.

So I went to sleep. I faked my death on a street in Ireland. Luckily they buried me in a Moslem, so I could wake up when I wanted to. Before I faked my death I befriended a young man. I never loved him though, just so he could recognize me and put my name on the wall in the Moslem, so if by a miracle Nickolaus found me he could wake me up. But he never did, he never did find me. Maybe he found me but really truly thought I had died. Surely he would have thought that I was sleeping.

The wall read

"HERE LIES DANIELLE ELIZABETH BURDETT BORN: LONDON, ENGLAND DEATH: CORK, IRELAND. DIED LOOKING FOR HER SPECIAL SOMEONE. THIS ANGEL WAS TO SWEET TO DIE SO ONLY GOD PUT HER TO SLEEP TO AWAKE AGAIN."

I had told the man I was looking for Nickolaus. I was sure he was disappointed I tolled him I was married and looking for Nickolaus but I needed the message written.

So I went to sleep for 234 years. Hoping my angel, my one and only reason for living would find me. I knew I should have been buried in London, but I was desperate and I could not wait any longer for him.