Okay so here's the deal. My other version of this was really short and I had fans asking me to make it longer. I really didn't like how short I made the other one so I decided to create a redone version to see which one the fans liked better.

Updates won't be scheduled. My life is to crazy and sometimes I just won't be able to update all the time. Growing up sucks sometimes.

But please do enjoy this! Comments and polite critiques are always welcome!

Thanks for reading! *Nightworld belongs to L.J Smith* *I do own Sabrina though*

~lavell


I hate vampires. That may sound harsh but vampires are overglamorized. They don't sparkle, feed from animals, or love. The greatest legend for vampire hunters is the Cat. But that was years ago when I wasn't even born. Nobody has heard of the Cat killing vampires in a long time, maybe the Cat finally met his or her match. I used to be a normal girl. I had two loving parents, a dog, and a good home. Nightworlders didn't exist, life was good.

When I turned five years old everything changed.

I was turning five today. I didn't like dresses, they were itchy. But I didn't throw a fit like ususally when Mommy dressed me in a sparkly purple dress, my favorite color. When it was dinner we ate spaghetti. My favorite. Daddy brought out my cake. It was so pretty. It was purple and had animals all over it. Daddy helped me blow out my candles and Mommy cut the cake. Soon it was gone and it was my favorite part of my birthday. Present time! Daddy put my blindfold on and I started to walk toward what I thought was the living room.

"Oh no you don't! The Birthday Girl has to be carried!" Daddy exclaimed.

He swooped me up and tickled my stomach, making me giggle.

"Ready!? Here we go!" Daddy ran out of the room swerving and spinning the whole time.

Daddy set me on the ground and both he and mommy counted down from five.

"Five...four...three...two...two and a half...one... zero! Happy Birthday!"

I ripped off the blind fold and saw and adorable puppy sitting on the floor in front of me with a floppy purple bow tied to it's head.

"He's a bluetick coonhound." Daddy stated prouldy.

"Well sweetie. What are you going to name him?" Mommy asked.

I didn't answer at first. I slowly walked towards the puppy with my hand held out. Sinking to my knees I called softly,

"Here boy."

The puppy wiggled and then jumped up, bounding over to lick my face.

I giggled.

"Well...how about...Aidan."

The puppy growled.

"Okay how about...A.J."

Another growl.

"Oh! How about Luke!?"

My puppy looked up, wiggled his tail, and barked.

"Luke it is then." Daddy laughed.

I sat there on the floor playing with Luke for awhile. I felt like something bad was going to happen.

Then the banging on the doors started. Yelling and screaming came from outside.

Mommy and Daddy exchanged a look. Then Mommy ran and picked Luke and I up and hustled us to a spot by the fire place. Her hands moved frantically searching the wall by the fire place. A door swung open revealing a hidden room.

"In here sweetie! Quickly! Be quiet!"

Luke and I stepped in. Daddy ran over with a blanket off of their bed and wrapped it around me. Both Mommy and Daddy hugged me and kissed me, it would be the last time they ever touched me.

"We love you sweetie! Be brave."

As they pulled away I tried to hold on, refusing to let go. Daddy pried me off of Mommy and pushed me into the room and shutting the door!

"No! Mommy! Daddy!" I screamed, tears leaking from my eyes.

Through a tiny hole I watched as my parents walked away from my hiding place, holding hands, and bravely facing the front door as it crashed into the wall with such force the house shook. I whimpered and held tightly to Luke as mean looking men strode in. My parents were forced apart and chained. Daddy's chains were made of wood like the trees. Mommy's were made of what I think is called iron. I watched as the man that was the leader asked them questions.

"Where is she?"

"Far, far away." My Daddy replied.

The man slapped my Mommy. Mommy leaned forward and spat on his shoes.

"You will never find her!"

The men gathered around laughed in her face, their mouths opened, revealing sharply pointed teeth.

"Kill them. They are of no use to us."

The men with pointy teeth surged forward shoving stakes into their hearts. They didn't die right away. Their screams would haunt me for the rest of my life.

I caught sight of the leader's eyes as he scanned the room, they were filled with evil and knowledge; a terrifying combination. I was sure he knew I was there, just not where I was.

"Burn the house down." He ordered.

"Yes sir, Hunter sir." The men chanted.

They all walked out. The man called Hunter lingered for a few seconds.

"Goodbye little Nightshade." He called into the room, confirming my suspcions that he knew I was there.

After he walked out, flames licked up the sides of the walls in the room. I forced my self to search the little room eventually finding an exit in the back, leading outside.

I shouldn't have but that day I stood outside and watched my house with parents inside it burn to the ground. The men with pointy teeth, which I now know as vampires were long gone. As the last of the flames diminished I started walking away with Luke at my side. Looking back for the last time at the ashes only one thought crossed my young mind.

Revenge.

My name's Sabrina Nightshade. Daughter of Jake and Alyssa Nightshade, two innocent humans who were slaughtered by Nightworlders. I am fifteen years old.

This is my story.