Unknown POV

Together we stalked the night. Myself and the elements around me. Shattering people, tearing them from their homes, families, and sucking the life out of them. I laughed manically as I met the eyes of a young boy, who winked at me.

Pathetic, I thought as in one swift movement I was in front of him. He took a step back, suddenly mortified. Bu this child would not give up.

"Hey Baby, it's Halloween, you wanna be naughty?"

"You should really respect your elders, young one."

"Elders! I'm probably older than you. You're like what, 16?"

In a millisecond I was behind him, my hand grasping his neck. If I wanted to, I could snap his neck without a second thought. Worthless human. I felt my fangs pull out and my eyes turned back. I could faintly feel the red lines pushing onto my face as my face no longer looked cute, it looked terrifying. I was a monster; and I loved it.

"Don't you ever use that tone with me child. You dare to question me? I have you know that I tonight is my 500th birthday, hence why I'm celebrating. So as you can see, I am by far your elder and you will respect me."

"I-I'm s-sorry." He stuttered as he began to beg for his life.

"Sorry. But since it's my birthday I plan to get as much as I can get." I said before snapping his neck and draining him lifeless.

With one last laugh, I tossed his body and began silently creeping through the shadows again. I love this life, and despised those weaker than me. I hate those non human drinking vampires. Pathetic excuses for vampires they are. They don't even deserve to be called a monster.

I have lived alone for my whole existence; I don't see the need for a mate-they'll just slow me down.

Soon I came across a party. Oh how I hated these things. People dress up like us, with ridiculous capes and hair gel. At least they got the fangs right. I turned and saw a couple walking hand in hand towards the party.

One was a blonde girl; clearly dressed up as some kind of she-devil-if only she knew that we are all devils of the night. The male was supposed to be a zombie I think, he had short blonde hair and was wearing ragged clothing and had bruises on his face.

"Matt I'm scared. What if there's like a ton of people with the same costume as me?" She said in a whiny voice. Pathetic. Maybe I should turn them and compel them to eat each other.

"You'll be fine Caroline baby." He whispered in her ear and she smiled at him. Uhh. I decided to go to this little party, and show them what a real monster was like.

I looked at myself. I was still wearing my dress from the 1600's. I never did like the new trends. Without the corsets everyone was getting far too fat. I guess I could pass for a ghost or something like that.

Putting my fangs away I walked in slowly, rolling my eyes at all the guys gawking at me. I could play them all so easily; I managed to pull two brothers along easily enough.

I briefly remembered my run in with Annabelle in 1983, she told me of one. Of course I knew where he was, it was funny to hear that he was still pathetic enough to be looking for me. I heard he recently went looking in my tomb. The other moved on. Well, if you could call dating my descendant that looked exactly like me moving on. Perhaps I could feast on her tonight. As my final celebration. Leave the brothers still hopelessly devoted.

A boy walked up to me. I recognised the bags under his eyes and his breath. Drugs. Pathetic humans, so weak.

"Hi, I'm Jeremy." He said and I smiled politely and curtsied.

"Katherine."

Yep, it's Katherine.