Even her name matches her perfection, Caroline. A bit old-fashioned, yes, but she has been around for a long time. This beautiful angel I am describing also has a darker side; a side that I have only ever glimpsed, but never really seen in its entirety. She hides this darker side; shadows it over with humanity, even though she is as far from human as you can be. She has the looks of a god and the powers of one too. Cara can be quite persuasive on any occasion and is very good at "hiding".
Cara is a vampire; although, like I said, she shadows the monster she believes she has within and does not indulge her thirst for people. She hunts animals because she doesn't want to be evil. And although she is what she is, to me she isn't evil; she is my angel. I'm her "boyfriend", but I think that hardly covers it, She holds me here (not that I'd ever want to leave) and we are meant for each other in the best way a human and vampire can be.
I first saw Cara on a hot summer night at a party not far from my house. That was basically my scene at the time. Lots of parties, lots of drinking, and lots of fun. At that party I was just sitting there, on table with some friends, having a drink, when I looked up and met the eye of the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She gave a little gasp when she saw that I could see her, but I couldn't hear it escape from her lips, only see it. Then she simply turned around with a glare and was gone. I didn't know what I had done to upset her so much and I was troubled by that question until, I slowly sunk into oblivion, her face a distant memory.
I awoke the next day to find myself still in my clothes from the night before, an unfinished beer in my hand and my head on someone's leg. I groaned, muttered profanities and dragged myself up. My head was whirling around with unfinished thoughts and I needed to expel them some how. I shuffled across the trash-strewn lawn slowly and dumped the beer in to the grass. My head was pounding and I knew that I must look like shit.
I found my car through the maze of people, bottles and cups and drove off painstakingly slow to my little house where I've lived with my mom and sisters for all 16 and ½ years of my life. My sisters are younger; one is 8 and one is 14. The younger one is named Celia and the older one is named Julia. Celia is a small girl with short light brown hair and dancing pale blue eyes. Julia is thin with long, straight black hair and blue eyes as piercing as crystal. She always knows when I'm lying but never tells our mom unless it's to her advantage.
The quiet old Ford Taurus I was driving didn't give me away when I pulled into the driveway, so I grinned happily and drove into my designated parking space, behind my mom's car. It was only about 6:30 in the morning and although the devils in my head were having great fun with a jackhammer, I was in a good mood. My feet as silent and quick as can be, I slipped up the tree to my bedroom window, which I opened and swung into my room.