True Fiction

A/N: Sorry if this story is a little...crappy for the first six chapters, I wrote this a year and a half ago so it's a little sketchy (sorry I use that word a lot cause I looove it). I'll try and fix it up as much as I can as I type them.

Prologue and Chapter 1

Glancing at the sign that says "New York: 19,190,115" that I actually realize what I'm doing. Thinking they all exist. Especially Aubrey. But the driving pull in my gut keeps me going to the apartment I rented out on one of the main streets. "How crazy this idea is." Keeps echoing in my mind. How much extent I'm going to, to see if he exists. And even if he does, if he well turn me. If they want to know if I have someone who will miss me, then I'll tell them the truth. If they don't ask...well, their loss. Leaving High school, I'm kind of glad to me moving to New York. Get out of my hometown and explore. Dreams I've had since age ten. But the nagging question that's bothered me since I was fifteen won't go away. 'Why were these vampiric thoughts and powers given to me?"

Chapter 1

The sounds of the noisy streets coming from outside her window at her fifth avenue loft fully awakened Marie; even at two o'clock in the morning. It had taken her only an hour to unload her clothes and furniture, but another hour to unload her books. Marie had always planned on coming to New York to find New Mayhem and it's inhabitants but never in a million years did she think she was actually going to do it. As she tucked in her last book to join her other 185 fiction, nonfiction, and vampire history books, her favorite of all happened to fall out. "Dark Flame", Aubrey's personal history written by what sounded like his true love Jessica or her pen name "Ash Night." Aubrey had turned Jessica into a vampire in hopes to save her live after a brutal beating from a vampire named Fala. Jessica had been on death's personal list for a while do to the fact that without knowing it, had written true facts about some vampires nobody should have known. Then, without Jessica knowing, a girl named Amelia Atwater-Rhodes had written her personal life, and shouldn't have know those facts either. Placing the book back in it's place, Marie looked around her apartment. She had rented it for a month in hopes she would be turned by than. But the owner had been nice enough to let her keep it for an extra month, no pay. Either he was a nice elderly man or a perverted old guy, but being in New York the answer was most obvious. Glancing out the window, it appeared to be a beautiful night. Marie changed into a "shredded" shirt, a cute pair of jeans, and her favorite black Vans, and vanished to an empty ally.

A/N: Sorry it's so short. I'm trying to keep as close to what I wrote before. I'm not exactly sure if New Mayhem is in New York...but w/e. I'm also not exactly sure if Dark Flame is based on Aubrey's life. The girl in this story and my other story is kinda similar I didn't even realize it when I started writing my other story but...yup...their similar...so yeah...lol...R&R please!! ThanX.

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