On the edge of the river bank, in the year of 1864, in the small town of Dalkey, Ireland laid a young burnet women not much over the age of 17 withering in pain. She calls out for help that would never arrive.

She tries to think around the pain that's engulfing her every thought. She remembers playing by the river bank day dreaming of the young courter, James. He was an odd mam, with unusual pail skin even compared to the natives of Ireland who were known for their fiery red hair and pail skin that almost resembled a ghost, that would turn a bright pink color with any sunlight that would struck them. He liked to keep to himself, not spending much time in the public eye.

She had meet him on a warm summers eve. she was walking in the town square the sun setting in the distance. It caused a beautiful prism effect off the fountain in the middle of the square. She was all by herself against her fathers wishes of her having an escort. In fact she had at first agreed to the compromise of her father, Charles, since she was only 17 on the verge of turning 18, she would need one. But she had soon tricked her escort into getting her an apple from the merchant lady that was in desired need of money, that was obvious of her dirty torn brown rags that she wearing for a dress. Her family was one of the richest in the land, her father, a priest made more than enough to buy an apple from the merchant and not put a dent in their wealth. So when the escort eyes were detained from watching her, she fled down the dusty road into the town square. She knew she would get a scolding from her father later on, but she wouldn't contemplate on the punishment until later.

She was admiring the sunset. The warmth of the fading sun beaming down upon her face. Her eyes close taking in the fresh breath off clean air that filled her empty lungs with delicious warm air. She exhaled slowly letting her breath fill the area around her. The birds were chirping in the distance singing good-bye to the day and hoping for another. She stayed in this position for a good half hour just admiring the tranquility of the fading day. She had not realized the air was shifting, the air was becoming cold, the birds were flying off in the presence that was arriving. But yet she was to far off in her mind to register the up coming of the dangerous predator. James was watching the pretty young burnet women, she had not registered her presence like the other animals that were far in the distance away from the vampire. Yes, James was a vampire. He would lurk in the dark luring young pray much like the young burnet that was basking in the diming sunlight. The burnet women was pretty none-the-less. A plan was forming in his mind.

"Ahem." He unnecessary cleared his throat. She was startled by his noiseless approach.

"Oh, hallo." she had an Irish accents, hinting that she was native to this place. Her deep rich brown eyes bored into his pitched black eyes caused by his hunger and absence of blood. " You startled me." She had a wearily look to her. Did she have some self preservation unlike the other women he womanized for their blood.

" I'm sorry ma'am." He was trying to put up a debonair presence about him. Young burnet was cautious about the young blond man who no older than 23.

" It's okay sir, but may I inquire your name?" Her Father would scold her even more if she was ride to a stranger.

"I am James, madam." James lend down carefully grabbing her hand and placing a soft settle kiss on her hand. He could hear her breath hitch and her heart speed up. He smiled, just the reaction he desired.

"I'm Isabella." She smiled. The young man was handsome, and a gentleman. Maybe if she walked home with him her Father wouldn't punish her as badly as if she didn't have an escort.

The pain intensified in her heart. She couldn't concentrate anymore the pain was coming to much. Why had the demon that was James do this to her?

The pain was slowly descending from her fingers and toes. She let out a sigh in relief, maybe it would soon be gone. But how wrong she was. The pain increased inside her heart. She let out a blood curdling scream. She had been in a fiery pain for days maybe years. Time seemed like nothing to her in her state of mind.

She couldn't understand anything, she could hear her heart now. But how? The pain was leaving her arms and legs down and her heart was moving slower now.

Was it ending now? Would the pain come back?

Her heart gave its final beat. And the pain stopped.

She opened her eyes and she gasped.

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