Chapter 1:

"Lexi, this is so unfair!" My sister said. Her name was Isabelle, Izzy for short. She had long brunette hair and big, beautiful, green eyes. "Why do we have to be on top of a roof in the middle of the night? I was supposed to be at a sleepover tonight! C'mon! It's in the middle of summer and I don't want to get bitten by mosquitoes!"

"I just want to show you one little thing! Remember, this is Los Angeles, anything can happen. You see those bright orange dots in the dark over there?" I pointed to a dark corner of a neighborhood.

"Yeah, they look like they're in groups of two! They're probably just fireflies or something!"

"No, they're not." As I said that, her expression changed. She looked confused. "They're Vampires. And those orange dots are their eyes."

"Oh. Yeah right. I don't believe in Vampires. And even if I did, which I don't, I would never believe that their eyes glow like that." Through the darkness, I could see my sister rolling her eyes. "Wait, why are they coming towards us?" Her expression suddenly turned to fear.

"You'll see!" I said while I hopped down from the roof. My black non-high-heel boots landed on the ground with a thud. It wasn't very high, but my feet still had to work to absorb the shock from the impact of the ground. "I thought you don't believe in Vampires?" I called from the ground. Although she didn't answer, I already knew her response. I could just imagine her rolling her eyes at me again and her saying 'yeah, yeah, yeah' blowing off the whole 'I told you so' conversation again. However, through the darkness I could barely make out the orange flicker of fear sparkle through her eyes.

I turned around and headed towards the bright lights in pairs of two that would launch themselves at me if I weren't careful.

I was getting closer to the bright orange lights. Suddenly my stomach had a knot in it. The knot was big. Very big. It made a ripple shudder through my body, starting at my toes and taking control over me like a vast ocean of blackness. Then it was clear again.

I was still walking, only slower. The light breeze ruffled my blond hair. Frankly, I was not a dumb-blonde, but rather another version of Sarah Michelle Gellar in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Who knew that she actually is a vampire slayer in real life? I just thought she was a good actor (which, by the way, she is).

"Hey you!" I called to the vampires. They turned around startled. I heard the familiar hungry, savage growls coming from deep within their throats as they started making their way towards me.

I turned around and ran. My long blonde hair flowing behind me. I was not fleeing, but instead I was moving the show to some place my sister could see it.

"What are you doing? If you bring them over here, they'll kill both of us! What the fuck are you doing?" My sister was panicking, as always!

"Relax, they won't kill us. Just watch." I was suddenly gaining confidence and I started to slow the pace, the group of vampires and I were almost to the center of the street.

We reached the center of the street and then I stopped. I turned around to face the vampires. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

The silver writing with my name written in cursive up the side of my stake danced in the moonlight.

Life to me is just an act. Everyone has a role. You get onstage and sing your song, or say your line. Who gives?

The answer to that question is, at the moment, locked away in some secret vault I have to find, (metaphorically speaking).

Why did I have this job?

Oh, right. The stake in my hand brought me the reason. It twinkled and glittered as the moonlight shone and made the silver glow like the reflection of the moon on a calm, quiet lake.

To save peoples' lives!