A/N: Hey guys, I'm so sorry about all the waits for my other stories, but I promise you I will update them in this lifetime! However, they are all going on Hiatus, for I need to work on this one. See, I just had an amazing dream for this one, so everything here is pretty much from my imagination. I apologize if anything seems like it's copied, but I promise you it's all from my dream. Some thing are a bit fuzzy though, so just give me time. Thanks, and enjoy!
There's a lost legend of a vampire turned cat that my grandmother would often tell me. I remember it as clear as day.
It's said that if a black cat with glowing red eyes looks into a mirror on a full moon at midnight, its entire nature will be altered into a vampire. The thirst for blood will take over, and its victim will be the nearest human it sees. One little bite is all it takes to spread pandemonium throughout an entire city.
Legends are all fun and games, great to hear around campfires...but completely terrifying when they suddenly become very real.
My name is Blair Willows. I'm 14 years old, and I live in New York City, a place where most come to follow their dreams. It's a practical place, with the hustle and bustle of folks hoping to catch a glimpse of a star. I never thought it would lead to the world's highest vampire outbreak.