This chapter is mostly describing the night Kate's parents died, and other things about her past. Hope I do good with it. I'm making it up as I go along writing this chapter. I felt like you needed to know more about her past.

I remember the day of my parent's murder as clearly as if it had happened only hours ago instead of when I was 13 years old. It was a really traumatic event. I was in the room I shared with my sister, Jessica, trying to sleep, while my parent's were talking in the main room downstairs. I listened to their voices for a long time before I finally began to drift off. I closed my eyes and waited for the sleep to come, but it never did. Something felt off, wrong even. Suddenly, a loud crash erupted from downstairs, I heard my mother scream and my father shouting at the intruder. I climbed out of bed quickly and went over to Jess's bed. I shook her awake and put a finger to my lips, signaling for her to be quiet. I dragged the 7-year-old out of bed and over to our small closet. I opened the wooden door, careful not to make a sound and pushed Jess gently inside. Before I could shut the door she whispered shakily to me, "Katie, don't go! What's happening?"

I shushed her, "I'll be back, I have to see if mother and father are okay."

Before Jess could protest, I shut the door quietly and tip-toed to the open door of our room. BANG! the shot rang loudly throughout the whole house making me jump. I recognized the sound of my father's shotgun. He has terrible aim, I hope he didn't miss. I continued to walk silently out of the room and down the dark hallway. I picked up the candle from the table near the door and made my way to the staircase. At the top of the stairs I paused, I could no longer here screaming or shouting, and that worried me. I could barely see through the archway that led into the main room. I went halfway down the steps to get a better look.

I froze. My candle dropped out of my hands, snuffing out as it hit the floor, the candle holder clattered down the stairs. That was possibly that worst mistake of my life. But I didn't care, because I felt like my life was already over anyways. Because lying on the floor were my mother and father, both unmoving and lifeless. My father lay crumpled near the old chair he always sat in and my mother was being held by some man, no, monster, who was bent over her, I couldn't see what he was doing because of the angle I was at. He stopped whatever it was abruptly to turn and stare at me, the only adverb I can think of here is, hungrily. Blood dripped from his mouth and I felt my stomach lurch. I stayed shocked and speechless for a second longer before I ran for it. Somehow I knew it was a useless attempt to try to run from him, but I did anyways.

The monster rose from my mother's body and walked towards me, knowing I couldn't go far. I ran back up the stairs, but stopped before I could go any farther. I suddenly realized what I was doing by running back to my room. I was leading him right to my little sister. I knew I was going to die either way, anyways. I'd rather him kill just me and let my little sister live. So I turned, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest, and faced the monster. I was scared to death, but I still was able to stay where I was and not run back to my room where Jess was hiding. The monster licked his lips and I shuddered. He appeared in front of me way too fast for my eyes to follow, making me fall backwards. He grabbed my shoulders before I fell and pulled me closer to him to where I was looking over his shoulder, giving him full access to my neck.

I heard him sniff me and say, "Delicious."

I whimpered and he laughed, "I won't kill you, little one. Not yet."

A moment later I felt two sharp pains on the side of my neck. I felt my blood being pulled free of my body, quenching the thirst of this monster of a vampire. I screamed at first, but soon found my voice no longer worked. I went limp in his steel grip and closed my eyes as my blood was drained. Soon I felt too weak to hold on to consciousness any longer and let it slip.

I awoke in a dark room with no windows. I tried to move my right arm to prop myself up, but it was chained to the wall making it impossible. I dragged myself towards the wall and brought myself to a sitting position. I sat for a long time letting my eyes adjust slowly to the darkness. Soon I was able to make out the interior of the room. It consisted of absolutely nothing except a large wooden door with a barred hole in it big enough to look through, but of course I couldn't look through it because I was on the other side of the room and couldn't move more than a foot from the wall.

So the monster didn't kill me as I expected. He's keeping me as a prisoner, probably feed off of me. I shuddered at the thought. I was being kept prisoner by a vampire. I would much rather have died.

I was alone for so long in there that I was sure I would go insane sooner or later. But I didn't. The time there gave me a long time to think. I mostly thought about Jess the first week or so. Hoping she was OK. I was determined she was, I could feel it. Everyday I prayed for her, knowing she was alone, her whole family gone. She was probably in some orphanage, she would get adopted quickly, she was a good little girl, any parents dream.

I also cried alot. I mourned over my parents and also the loss of my life. True, I was still alive, but this was not the life I wanted, to be the breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a vampire. The monster came in everyday and fed from me, everyday I fought him. I kicked and punched and screamed, but he still got his meal. This went on for months before I gave up trying. I no longer fought him, I merely sat and let him drink in peace. I didn't even look at him. My eyes always vacant. I felt that I had lost my soul while I was there. I no longer felt any emotions. No happiness, no sadness, not even fear. I was a zombie. For a year this vampire kept me. I stayed holed up in that room. Oblivious to the outside world.

Until one day, another vampire found me, a good vampire. He scented me while passing the house, he took pity on me and rescued me. He staked the monster and appeared at the prison door one night. He kicked the door down and yanked the chain out of the wall. Gently, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me away from my prison. I was still lifeless when he rescued me. I didn't pay attention as he set me a safe distance away from the large house where I'd been trapped, neither did I pay attention when he brought out a match, lit it, and set the house on fire.

Phillip, as he later introduced himself as, brought me to his home. He cared for me and never once did he feed from me. I was very under fed while I was imprisoned by the monster, so Phillip fed me twice as much as normal to strengthen me. I never talked to him, nor did I ever thank him. I barely acknowledged his presence. That is, until one morning I woke up, a year and a half of being with Phillip, and everything that had happened sunk in. I began to cry and it turned to full on sob. Phillip heard me and came to hold me in his arms while I wept.

"It's okay, you're fine, you're safe, it's okay." He chanted that over and over in his silky voice, comforting me.

Suddenly, my thoughts were coherent. The emotions that crashed down on top of me were overwhelming. I cried for a long time. But not with sadness, with relief. I thanked Phillip over and over for saving me after that. I began to think about things that I never thought of during my zombie-like state. Like my sister, Jessica. I set out to search for her, with Phillip's help. It took me 4 years to find her. The year was 1875 after all, it's not like I could look her up in a phone book.

Two years after I resurfaced from the dark pool I was in for so long, Phillip turned me into a vampire. I had fallen in love with my knight in shining armor and decided he was worth spending eternity with. When I found Jess it was one of the happiest days of my life. We hugged and cried and talked for days. One night she saw Phillip feeding. She came over to the house Phillip and I lived in and discovered him feeding on a young woman. She came to the conclusion that he was a vampire and she went out and bought a stake, planning to kill him. Unfortunately, on that same night, I had decided to tell her that I was a vampire. And... you know the rest.

After Jessica died and I killed Phillip, I was devastated. The thought of suicide came to mind many times, but that was hard for a vampire. I tried to live my life normally. I went into depression the first 30 years or so. And since I looked like I was 17 I decided to attend school. I stayed in one school for 3 years, 10th - 12th grade, then I moved to another. Sometimes I went back to a school I'd been to before, with a different name. The school I'm at now I've been to 6 different times, and this is the last time I'll spend here, so I'm using my real name. The only reason I stay in school is to be around other people. I can't stand to be alone for long, I had enough alone time when I was trapped with that monster.

I still shudder at the thought of it. Everyday I'm still haunted with his face, blood dripping from his mouth. The image of my slaughtered parents stuck firmly in my mind. I can't remember much from when I was a zombie, it's very hazy. It really showed how much Phillip cared by keeping me with him even though I had never talked or even looked at him for a long time. I miss him so much.

"Heellooo? Earth to Kate." Mick's voice brought me out of my trip down memory lane.

"Wha? Huh?" I looked at him confused for a second, trying to remember what we were doing.

"I think I know how to find our killer." He said.

Oh that's right, we were investigating a case!

I hope that wasn't boring! I thought it was sad. It was, kinda, but maybe that's just me.