Things die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.

There's a race of vampires on this earth who are literally the walking dead. They're called Strigoi. They're kinda like the superhumans of vampires. Fast, strong, kill without mercy or hesitation. There's only three ways to kill them: Silver stake through the heart-Don't miss. If you do they'll just be even more pissed and take their time ripping out you're organs with a rusty fork-, decapitation-which can be really messy, and problematic if you're short and they're in the NBA- and finally setting them on fire-which can't happen if there is no fire.- so yeah, it is a bitch to kill those guys. But hey, better than nothing I guess.

But hey, don't give up on vampires yet and join the LET'S GO KILL ALL VAMPIRES CLUB. There is a good race of them walking around too. They're called Moroi. Unlike Strigoi, they're alive and have this awesome power to control magic in each of the four elements-earth, air, water and fire- (Well, most Moroi can do this-but I'll explain the exceptions in a bit). They don't use magic much anymore, which is a downer. If they could, they wouldn't need guardians anymore! Moroi are tall and slim, and can't handle sunlight a lot. But they do have superhuman senses that make up for it: sight, smell, and hearing.

Both kinds of vampires need blood, that is what makes them vampires anyways. Here's the giant difference: Strigori like to prey on the innocent and drain them. Moroi keep humans around and drink small amounts. But Ms. Narrator! Why would someone want to be bitten by a vampire? Well kids! Vampires bites contain endorphins, like drugs. So these humans become feeders, or as we know them junkies! But here's the thing, if a Moroi kills the person they're feeding on they become Strigoi. Be it accident or not. Some do do it on purpose, giving up their morals and magic to have immortality. Strigoi can change someone to Strigoi by force. First, the Strigoi drinks you're blood then you drink they're blood and bam! a new Strigoi!

This can happen to anyone: Human, Moroi, and dhampires, half-human half-vampire.

Dhampires are made when a human or a dhampire and a Moroi hook up. Dhampires act as bodyguards for the Moroi. It's mostly men since the majority of female dhampires decide to stay home to raise the kids. Some of them have flings with Moroi men that leave right after in order to create more dhampires.

My Caster: Rose Hathaway, is a dhampire. She's currently training to become Lissa Dragomirs' guardian. They have been best friends since kindergarten and Lissa is the last one in her family after a car accident that also killed Rose.

Remember when I said every Moroi wields an element? See, Lissa she wields one no one knows about: spirit. Normally it just seemed like she wasn't going to develop he magical abilities. But then strange things started happening. All vampires have a thing called compulsion that forces their will onto others. Hers it super strong. If you thought that was cool wait until you read this. Remember when I said Rose had died? Yeah, Lissa is the one that brought her back from the Land of Lord Death, making Rose shadow-kissed.

And this is where I come in.

When she brought Rose back to life, she made me-A Shadow. We're suppose to take the place of our Castor-the one that was brought back to life- and live in the afterlife and when our Castor dies once more, we're completely Erased. Gone, disperse, no more. Think of living in constant fear that every day, every hour, every minute, every second is your last. That you won't go on and go to Hell or Heaven, no you are gone. It's like you never existed. Kinda scary right? Yeah. For Death entertainment, he'll allow Shadows to go to the Land of the Living to find our Castors. If we do, then our ties with the afterlife broken and we become our own person. Well not really, you have to protect our Castor. Once they die we die but we then don't have to worry about being Erased. But if we don't find them then the Shadow will automatically be Erased and the Castor lives.

The catch is: We don't know where our Castors are, we aren't even placed in the same nation as them. We have no help. We have to survive on our own. All in one year.

It's been nine months, and I still haven't found her yet.