Author note: This story was created by me and my friends, all characters are based off real people. Later there may be different character points of views that are written by my friends. Please leave comments, thanks.

Christy

Prelude

"No," I breathed feeling my breath thick with pain, "You can't be here… how did you?"

He looked straight at me, the dark blue eyes piercing into me and a small knowing flickered. He was dressed in the apprentice uniform of a vampire hunter.

"You're…" my heart beat harder and faster, "Do you hate me?"


Chapter 1

My mother had dragged me here to see the priestess. I hadn't wanted to come but she insisted we had to find out my destiny. The Caretaker of the world knew all. My stomach churned and my gut told me not to go but the puppy face of my mother told me I should. I had put on my nicest clothes (My mother thought I should because she was sure I wasgoing to end up being a priestess assistant.) Ever since I was little I had been going to sermons, everything you can think off. Everyone did. Nobody wanted to be turned against the Caretaker. He had all sorts of rules.

At the age of 15 we are to go see the priestess and be told our destinies. It was supposed to be a joyous time yet my mother had forced me to go. I convinced my friends not to come and left with my mother. We drove in her red convertible. It was ancient! The thing still used gas! I was so getting my new Franklin Tescan next year I mean it didn't even give off transmission! We drove to the temple and got out a ways from it. When we got there I felt the familiar dread of the giant columns. They were supposed to be welcoming, draped in black and purple. The outside gave a good guess on what the inside would look like, for the inside was even more lavishly decorated than the outside.

The priestess was in a trance her black hair throwing off light. Beneath her a huge orange cushion lay on the floor. Curtains draped around her making her look like a statue. A small jewel was on her head. It was a deep purple that was the shape of a star. To my knowledge all priestesses wore the star. Her dress was purple and red that draped around her elegantly and showed off her body. She was young or at least looked young. No one could ever tell what her actual age was.

We walked slowly towards her and she seemed to stir a little but did not open her eyes. I slowed down and stopped, my eyes were wide as I stared at her. Something wasn't right, nothing was right, everything was wrong. I watched as my mother bowed in front of the priestess and the priestess not acknowledge her. Her closed eyes seemed to bore into me. After what seemed like forever (It was barely a few seconds but whatever) her eyes opened. They were blood red and I gulped stepping back. I bumped into a column.

"What are you?" I screeched at her.

She gave no acknowledgement. She rose her body moving too fast and was in front of me in an instant. She looked strait into my eyes holding my gaze. She studied me for a minute and then said softly, "Raavitha Acalta."

Everyone stared at me. "What?" I croaked, knowing exactly what I had heard.

"Raavitha Acalta," She said louder.

Everyone turned to me.

"No!" I cried trying to turn away from her. She was wrong I couldn't be one of them. But the words echoed through my head nonetheless. I was good. I wasn't one of those god-forsaken people who aren't faithful. I wasn't a troublemaker I went to church. I wasn't in a cult who pretended to drink blood.

I gave out a little whimper and the priestess took my head in her hands and brought it down below her head. "The vampire lord bless you," She said but the people around her gave me awful looks.

My family seemed to have forgotten me in an instant. I was just some monster to them. I sobbed and ran out the temple. I didn't know where I was going but I knew I had to get away. They were coming for me; those monsters were going to make me one of them. Every time it happened like this. I knew the first place they would go. The temple where their victims were, there would be a fight; the vampires usually won but sometimes the humans would win. If the humans won they would execute the vampire. But, I wondered, would that be better than being a vampire.

I faced my life now as I ran through the town. The high tech buildings seemed to flash by. I could give up or I could become a vampire. Hmm… blood sucking monster or death forever. It would be a hard choice. Something dark came from behind me. I screamed and ran on my lungs starting to ache. It was faster than me, I knew that but my instincts still told me to run. They were stronger, faster, smarter, and hotter. I blushed at the last one, being a vampire would make me gorgeous. I had no life left at home; my "Perfect" family would love me being gone. I never went to church willingly, I talked back and my father hated me. I think they should have killed me when I was a baby. And now they had made just one more vampire, what they considered a piece of Satan himself.

I stopped my head throbbing and the black thing stopped behind me. More surrounded me and I felt my body grow heavy. One side effect of the darkness I thought suddenly, surprised that I remembered anything from school, especially under this circumstance. More surrounded me and I felt paralyzed as I felt the head one come up to me.

"Do you give yourself over willingly to the darkness?" He asked.

His face was absurdly handsome. With dark green eyes and brown hair that could swallow me up. I gulped remembering the argument I had just has with myself. "Yes," I said softly, "I give myself over to the darkness."

The vampire smiled, "All the more easier you'll get through this."

The vampires around me moved closer and he took my hand. Behind me one of the vampires grabbed around my neck. Not here, I thought desperately, don't turn me here. To my relief and pain he hit the pressure points on my neck and I started to faint.