A heartbeat… That's how it started. Yes, a heartbeat.
An introduction, of course, to explain how the heartbeat is so essential to our story.
First, our cast list of characters. Each more unusual than the next, none of them human, not all survive. But I'm getting ahead of myself. You'll understand what I mean in due time. For now, lets start with the oldest shall we?
I am not particularly fond of Damon. The most I can say is he's tall, seems strong, and has an evilly caring aura about him. Of course at first you wouldn't really notice, because he always has his hair in his eyes and an expressionless face. Then again, unless it comes down to where he must, he does not usually care. Humans are just playthings to him. Oh, and one more thing. He was born in 1744. Does that mean…? Yes, very good.
Next, and last not including myself, is our heroine. She ties everyone together and creates the story. Her waist length brown hair and pale complexion make her something to see, but her dazzling blue eyes really made her a gem. Those blue eyes told an amazing story, if only you looked. Oh it pained me to bite her… it honestly did. And to this very day, even as I write, I regret it.
This brings the spotlight to me, try as I may to step out of it. As I said before none of the characters, or the ones worth mentioning, are human. So what does that say for me? Am I human? You may wonder. Heh, sometimes I am. Others… 'Human' would be an insult. And you may be wondering about Roxanne. Well, to start our story the right way... I suppose she is… for now.
So now we begin with a vampire, a human, a wolf, and a bite. Let's go back a bit and I'll tell you story of a bite, a girl, and a never-ending game with fate. This is the story of my Roxanne.