The rays of darkness that surround cause tears to fall from my eyes. Envisioned tears due to what I have become. Being trapped in a darken hole below the ground, where no one can hear. Will someone find me?

Chapter 1: Past, Present & Future

Abigail P.O.V

As I watched the green grazed lawns passing by my tinted window, smelled the strong scent of recently mowed grass, in my newly released dazzling yellow Volkswagen beetle, I finally reached the office. It was a morning with bright sunshine rays coming from above that I could've enjoyed if I wasn't covered entirely. By my long sleeved purple country styled shirt, opened above a white singlet, full lengthened navy tight jeans, with my black converse chucks and my favourite green army-styled hat. My front fringe just long enough to cover my constant changing topaz coloured eyes and the rest of my hair placed in front.

I had another outfit more appropriate for a private investigator in my offices closest. A long elegant knee length black jacket made of cotton done up either by the choice of a button or the thick belt in the centre. A pair of black jeans and a well-designed white silk shirt long enough to be counted as a dress than a top. Also a pair of black glossy peep-toe shoes that made me taller. Although the one item I wouldn't change would be the pure gold charm bracelet given to me by my family.

I parked my vehicle in the small parking lot exactly to the right of the building where I work. A self-employed private investigator agency, thanks goes to the load of fortunes I received from my family as we were royal in the 19th century. I reached the front door and there was Samara, my new intern for the spot of the receptionist, she was also shocked to see me. The change of receptionists occur often due to the fact that their either scared to work for me for what causes I over come, know too much about me and most common is if their stay with me more than a few years they start to notice that I'm not exactly aging.

After passing Samara I made the quick change in clothing and finally reached my polished brown desk and chair. As I looked around the room, there were picture frames of proudly cherished awards (that should be noticed) hung on the off-white painted walls, two large cabinets filled with organised files of different cases that I've successively solved in my past 25 years that I have been working as an investigator, my clothing closet where now hung my outfit from before, a few shelves where lay simple childish objects from my past and finally a family portrait painted in oil paint dated 4th January 1867 for my 18th birthday.

In the image all the women including myself, my mother and younger sister are all wearing vintage dresses with corsets in the centre, laces of ribbon through the front and elaborately draped overskirts that required an underskirt to hold in place. The skirts included large amounts of frills, lace and trimmed pleats. All the women wore different colours, my mother as she was the queen was required to wear gold to show her royalty, my young sister Talia wore a green dress and me as I was the next in line for the throne I was wearing a white gown although as I looked at this image, I remembered trying to nag my mother if I could were my favourite lilac gown but was unsuccessful. My father wore layers of clothing that completed his royal outfit. Including an ivory white coloured jacket and matching pants that reached his glossy shoes, a white silk shirt with frills around the neck under a black vintage vest which was all under the jacket and his royal golden crown to finish it off.

Once I completed looking at the image I smiled to myself remembering that this image was painted 143 years before this day now. Made just two years before I was changed by my husband on my wedding day, making me 20 but for 141 years.

There was a knock at the door but before I could answer Samara walked in with her clipboard that had my next assignment. No one else came in with her meaning that it wasn't the usual client asking for a job, but a case handed down from the Jacksonville Police station of North Carolina.

"A man named James Stone came in this morning, before you arrived and requested you to look at these papers" Samara said puzzled.

"Yes thank you Samara" I replied with a grin.

With a small smile Samara handed the leaflet from her clipboard and placed it onto to my desk. Still standing their glaring at me, I interrupted "That would be all Samara".

She left the room and closed the door that was made of timber with a square of glass blurred with my name Abigail Celeste Hastings Private Investigator initialled in gold letters. I opened the leaflet that read CONFIDENTIAL in thick red letters. I flipped through the pages of the leaflet that showed images of different pieces of evidence such as footprints, smears of blood on certain objects and a picture of the victim covered entirely by blood, mostly around the bullet wound.

I examined through the reports, which mentioned that, the victim, a woman is believed to have committed suicide but footprints and tracks of blood have been found at the scene. Without having a lead to contribute, the case has been stopped and not been concluded. Amateur cops I thought to myself. I read quickly through one more time but taking important notes down including names, the address and objects.

When I finished revising notes I got packed, my phone in one of my pockets, my badge attached to my jeans clearly seen if not covered by my jacket. I tied up my hair in a high pony leaving my front fringe out, placed the notes in the inside pockets of my jacket and grabbed my keys from the key holder. Finally clipping on my gun belt with a 9mm gun attached even though I won't need it, it was just for purposes involving human witnesses.

I walked towards the timber door of my office, opened it, waved goodbye to Samara and enter my car. Set the address of my location into the inbuilt navigator and pressed begin; I waited a while for it to locate itself. Once the route was calculated I was off again to do a deed regular humans couldn't complete. It brought a thrill inside me and a smile on my face, that I could help the race I use to belong to but no longer did, as I am a vampire.