A/N: It's chapter two!

Regina

I love flowers. I love sunshine. I hate it when my sister takes me shopping, seriously. It was a perfectly sunny, beautiful day out, but no, my sister had to drag me into her stupid gothic store. She left me standing in the middle of that black abyss probably to go do drugs or something. I didn't feel safe at all, even if wearing pink makes them go away.

So, I left. I texted her and went across the street to the mall where I usually hang out and walked around all day. It was so much fun…well, except for the next part. I was crossing the street to meet her when I saw this homeless guy by the side of the road. He was limping and it looked like his leg was broken or bleeding or something, so I went to see if he was okay.

Right before I got to him, he fell on the ground, so ran to him. He had a pulse, which I was grateful for, so I called 911. I told them where I was, and they came.

A minute after I hung up the phone, this car pulled over. It was a pretty decent car, not too expensive, and two people got out. They looked like they were siblings because they both had light brown hair. They walked over to me and asked if I was okay, but when I told them about the homeless guy, they didn't seem to care.

I turned to look at him, but the guy that got out of the car was putting him in the back seat of his car. When I questioned, he told me that he was an EMT and that he was going to take care of him. I was worried, so I flipped out my phone to call my parents, but the lady took it away and smacked me over the head.

Later, I found out that I was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up, I was somewhere…now I know that I was in the trunk of their car. When they took me out, they brought me into their basement where there was a bunch of people gathered around. They were doing some sort of ritual and I started to freak out.

They placed me in the middle of their circle as they chanted some weird language and then, right when everything went quiet, my phone went off. My sister was calling me. Sure! Now, right when I'm about to be sacrificed to freaking Satan or something, my sister actually cares.

To shut it up, they smashed it. Crap.

I watched them, obviously freaking out, and right when they were about to bring a knife to my throat, there was a banging above us. They dismissed it, and soon, another group of people burst into the basement. Thank God, because the knife was seriously touching my throat.

That's when I saw my sister. She ran over to me and started to bring me away to safety, but the guy with the knife chased us, stealing me back, and stabbed me. I guess I was a sacrifice.

And hey, guess what happened next? Everything went black!

I woke up with my sister's bleeding wrist in my mouth. She told me how I was a vampire, and that it was the only way to be saved. So now, I can't go outside…in the sun that I love so much. The only thing that gives me comfort is the darkness and the moonlight, shining on the roses in my dead mother's garden.

I also found out that the people who were sacrificing me were hardcore werewolf worshipers. They were going to sacrifice me or something weird like that.

So I lived on with my sister for a really long time, until one day, we were invaded. My house was broken into when we got home, so we went to check it out. I was about eighteen years old, so I was pretty strong. Little did I know that I wasn't strong enough to handle two werewolves at the same time.

They burst out of my closet, and just as my sister ran into the room, they went for her. They almost stabbed her, but I jumped in front of her, taking the steak in my heart.

I lived long enough to see her be killed along with me. When I watched her cry over my body, I shouted to her to watch out, but she didn't listen. If only I wasn't such a brat…

My name is Regina and I died saving my sister, only to have her murdered right next to my dead body.

A/N: It's sad…not dark. I'll work on that. Oh well, no good deed goes unpunished. (Wicked) Thanks!