My family had just moved to Sunnydale, and I was in my final year, when I made the mistake of walking home late. I was bitten by a vampire. A vampire with lots of other puppies to play with. I was the younger, weakest and smallest, and I was the only female of my 'family'. My 'brothers' would pick on me, and try to drive me from the family, but my sire would give us a talking-to, which would usually end with me in the backroom guarding supper.

The only reason I stayed so long was I got free food, and I didn't have to hunt. I never had the desire to hunt, to kill. I just wanted to help my food, for as long as I could. I fed them and took care of them, until they were slaughtered.

Well, you probably just think I'm a big softie, but I can be bad. I can be pissed off. I've even given it its own name VPOS: Vampire Pissed off Syndrome.

So this is my story. I don't know why I am not a killer, but I do know this. I've managed to stay alive, when other vampires have died at the hands of slayers. So call it Natural Selection if you will. Maybe we are being selected to be nicer…

TBC…

(A/N, any suggestions?)