My parents are humans, so naturally that would mean I'm human too, right? Wrong. I was turned into a vampire against my will. My mother assumed that I was killed, so she hung herself and my father became insane. I was only 14 when I was transformed. Vampires were being slayed so much, I thought that I was safe. However, I was wrong.
Father had sent me out on an errand. The sun was nearly down, but he still made me go out. I bought what I was supposed to and started to walk home. All I remember at that point was waking up in a ditch surrounded by dead bodies. I was the only one who was alive. I screamed for help. I got lucky. Someone heard me and came to help. Sadly, this was how I was captured.
I awoke in a strange room. My dress was soaked with blood. I was very weak, so I was unable to stand or move. A figure stood above me. It was a male. His eyes were void of emotion, and his hair was messy. All I remember was crying and begging to have my life spared.
It is now the 21st century. I am over seven hundred years old. My new home is Bon Temps Louisiana, United States of America. My name is Isabella Lincoln, and this is my story...
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I was sitting down at a local bar and watched others have a good time. This culture is so unfamiliar to me. I was so used to the old ways, where women served men. I was watching women and men being treated as equals.
"Would you like anything else?" the barmaid, a woman named Sookie, asked me.
"No thank you," I replied.
The door flew open suddenly. Werewolves were attacking! I had never seen a werewolf, so I didn't know how to react. I wanted to run, but I knew that if I didn't, many people would lose their lives. Without warning, I grabbed a knife. I tried to stab the werewolf, but it was too strong. This is the end, I told myself.
"Get away from here."
A calm male voice was heard among the chaos. I looked up and saw a man with short blonde hair. He looked back at me. The man pointed to the door. I stood up and tried to run, but I was pinned to the ground by the werewolf. I looked at Sookie, then at the man. What I saw next made me realize that I wasn't the only vampire in America.
"V-Vampire..." I said to myself.
The werewolf was dead. I felt tears roll down my face. This was all over. The werewolf would be taken to a separate location and buried.
"What's your name?" I asked the man.
The man turned to face me. He smiled and replied
"Eric. Eric Northman."