Authoress Note: Armand belongs to Anne Rice. Lynn however, DOES belong to me so ha :P

This is a collaberation between me and Erik's Final Rose.

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I look around the room I sat in. The walls are a bright vibrant orange, the kind that makes you want to throw up. The floors were hardwood, with dust collecting on it. This was my home, for now anyways. I am forced to wear a uniform. A white, button up blouse, and a knee length grey skirt. I look like a school-girl, but I am far from that. I am an orphan. My parents raised me, until someone took their lives, and unfortunatly, began mine.

That night, was the night that my whole life changed. After he had killed my parents, he got sight of me. I knew what he was, and he sensed that I knew. It was then I blacked out, When I awoke, I discovered that I had been turned into a vampire. I thought that they were just myths! It seems that I was wrong. I looked outside, and it was dark. I immediatly took action. I knew little about vampires, so I did what I had to do. I broke into the nearest bookstore, and drained the guards. Then, I stole every last book they had on vampires. I was 12 when that night happened, and I still am.

14 years later, I am still 12 years old, well, externally anyways. People often question my knowledge. I dont answer them. It is my secret and I intened to keep it that way. As for feeding, I live off the rats that run around at night. I cannot feed on human blood, I would be caught. I look around the room at the other childern. Their faces filled with laughter, smiles, and color. Mine, is filled with sadness, and paleness. My skin is very pale and cold. My hair is jet black and straight as a pin. My eyes, are a light grey. All in all, I am very differant from everybody else. I have to live here, because no one would belive that I am a legal age to live alone. Worst part is, this will continue for all eternity. I glance down at the bed I am sitting on. Orange, again. I sighed and looked around before tucking my head in my knees. I stay tucked up for about 5 minutes, until I hear footsteps, and children talking.

I hear Harriet talking. Harriet is the women who runs the Adoption Agency. Her hair is always in a messy bun with stray hairs everywhere. I heard her naming all the children. It must be another person coming to adopt one of them. I hear my name and I look up as I was taught to. I look at the man. His hair is a dark auburn hair that sits below his shoulders, with waves in them. His skin is very pale, and his eyes are a shade of brown. He looks at me, with a stunned look on his face. I have no idea what he is stunned about, but it looks like a big shock. " Hello," he says to me, smiling at me. I look at him with no emotion on my face. " Hello." I mumble to him, not making any eye-contact. I can feel him looking at me. " So, you're Lynn huh?" he asks, sounding very stupid.

" Well, that is what the women told you remember," I say as I roll my eyes. " If I was my real age, I wouldn't have to deal with this..." I say under my breath before sighing loudly.

" Miss!" he yells towards the door that Harriet had almost reached. " I want to adopt this child," he says as suprisingly, he grabs me by the arm. I am jerked forward. I look at Harriet, who has a suprised look on her face. " Are you sure sir? There are plenty of other childern he-"

" I want Lynn," he says, cutting her off.

" Okay then," Harriet said, sounding nervous. " Follow me, " she says, leading the man to another room, while he drags me with him. When we get to the room, Harriet hands me a clipbored and a pen. " Sign here honey," she says nervously. I quickly sign. I can use this as an escape. I hand it back to her and Harriet gives the man some papers. " Thank you for adopting her, I hope you both have wonderful lives," Harriet says with a nervous smile. He smiles at her and Harriet gives me my coat. I put is on and my adopter takes me by the hand as we walk outside. While we walk, he looks at me. Some of his hair falls infront of his eyes as he asks me a question. " So, are you a vamprie?"