May POV

I entered my apartment and threw the keys onto the kitchen bench. They glided slowly and hit the side of the glass bowl filled up with fake fruit. Behind the bowl, leaning against the wall, was a scrapbook that I found while searching through my cupboard. The scrapbook cover was fitted with various patchwork (common back in those days, Eleanor was very fond of them), and the corners were fitted with metal (which Lillian acquired when we were in France), and the title was sewn upon by me. This book is just over fifty years old.

I picked it up and opened it to the first page. The separation of the pages caused them to crinkle due to their age- small amounts of microscopic dust floated away. On the first page was a picture of Eleanor, Lillian and I. On the side was my recognisable handwriting- unchanged for over one hundred years- and it said: "May, Eleanor and Lillian, 23rd July, 1977- Middleton House" I smiled at our unchanged appearance. Anyone would of thought we took this picture yesterday, but the drawback of dull sepia made it look like was from it's the 1970's. I ran my finger over Eleanor's waist length hair; it never seemed to bother her. I chuckled at the dresses we wore that were in fashion back then. I think I still have that dress, I thought to myself as I observed my smiling figure. Lillian positioned herself between Eleanor and I, standing in an elegant posture- well she was a sixteen year old vampire then, not far from her time…

The next few pages varied of different photos of us. The quality of the pictures slowly improved with every flip of a page. The last few pages contained various information about Eleanor, Lillian and I.

The first of those, were about Eleanor. There was a photo of her, taken a few years back. She had sandy blonde hair that reached up to her waist. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that was folded at the bottom slightly. Her sandy hair complimented her eyes nicely, and in this photo she flashed her perfect white teeth- which made her shirt look a tone nearer to grey.

Eleanor Aurelie Lafreniere was born on December the 16th, 1651. She was the daughter of a rich lord in France. When Ella was twenty years old, she attended a ball with her fiancé. They were intending to get married in a few months. While she was dancing, an extremely handsome man whisked her away from the ball. Abandoning her fiancé, and fully aware of the consequences which awaited her actions, Eleanor went with this man thinking it was true love. He was about to attack her, however, he decided that an immortal life was far better a punishment.

On the following page, was a picture of Lillian, smiling at the camera like there was no trouble in the world. Her eyes glinted with the flash of the camera, and her vintage dress that reached to her knees swayed with her movement.

Lillian Nora Devereux was born on the 5th of May, 1941, in the little town of Lourdes in France. She ran away from home when she was sixteen, refusing to attend debutante balls pressed upon her by her parents. She was from a rich family, with high standards.

Lillian had an older sister, named Evangeline who found her husband at a debutante ball. The man was decided upon her by her parents, who, like the Devereux's, came from a rich family. Lily watched as her only sister was forced to marry a man whom she never loved, and was trapped under his care. Lillian never wanted a life like that, so when her parents told her it was time, they had a huge argument and in her haste, she ran away forever.

From then onwards, Lillian lived alone in a small abandoned cottage in the woods. She lived happily there for two years, until a beautiful young woman knocked on the door. Mesmerised by her beauty, Lillian welcomed her inside. Her name was Eleanor. Lillian and Eleanor became immediate friends.

Two years passed, and nothing could ruin their friendship, until one day, Eleanor was sleeping over at Lillian's cottage. Lily was preparing dinner, when she cut herself ever so slightly, a tiny trickle of blood dripped down her finger and onto the table. Eleanor - who was talking beside her at the time- froze, and ran off from the house. Lillian stood, perplexed at Eleanor's sudden dash.

The next day Ella returned.
"Sorry my about my sudden scurry," she told Lillian. "But it was for a good reason. And what I do next is for a good reason too. I don't want to lose a friend like you, because of what I am."

Eleanor sunk her teeth and injected the venom that changed Lillian's life forever.

The next page was about me. The photograph of me was recently taken. The thing that made me stand out was not my appearance, but an odd necklace my adopted mother Lucy gave to me before I left to France. It was a rosary woven into a choker. It contrasted heavily with the green cardigan and black jeans I wore in the photo. My wavy dark brown hair reached my shoulders and my eyes were the same studding gold as Lily and Ella's. This photo was probably taken straight after a hunting trip. That day was my 20th birthday (technically 160th). I invited Kieran and Ramona, along with Lillian and Eleanor. Mr Carter couldn't make it; we all agreed he was a party pooper.

I was born on the 1st May, 1849, to an average English family. My full name is May Audrey Rose. We lived in Scarborough, England. My family did well there because population was increasing rapidly, and my father had a good business. In 1862, I took a walk around Scarborough along the beaches and cliffs with a boy that was rather fond of me. He asked me to return his feelings, but I politely said no. In his frustration, he pushed me off the cliff we were standing above, and I fell into the crashing waves. Lucy saved me that day. The boy ran away, regretting what he just did, and Lucy jumped into the sea after me. I was on the verge of death, so she turned me into a vampire. The town of Scarborough believed I was dead, (the boy admitted pushing me off the cliff) and Lucy welcomed me to her coven where I met Craig, her mate; and their adopted son, Demetri.

The family and I moved to Finland in 1952. One day while out hunting alone in the forest where my old coven lived, I met Eleanor. I talked to her all day in the woods, about my life, and hers, finding out we were both vegetarians. Eleanor told me she was heading to France, to visit her old home. We both promised we will meet again one day, and we went out separate ways. I went to France on my own in 1964, to meet our promises, and met Lillian and Eleanor in Paris. Delighted, we talked to each other as old friends, and from that day onwards, I was with them.

I closed the scrapbook and placed it gently on the table. I grabbed my phone and dialled a number.
"I recognise this number…May!"
I smiled at Lucy's voice.
"Hey Lucy, how are you in Hobart?"

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