Chapter 1
When I first opened my eyes, I quickly shut them again, hoping what I saw and how I saw it would go away. I counted to ten and peeked.
My vision was insanely clear. The room I was laying in was quite large with pale blue walls and cream-colored accents. The king-sized bed I currently occupied was beautiful and- like everything else in the room- looked incredibly expensive. I jumped off agilely and landed with a loud thud on the floor. A blue glass vase on the side dresser trembled and began to fall to the golden wood floor. I lunged for it and caught it mili-seconds before it hit the ground.
That was when I first noticed my arms. They were white. And I mean, paper white, marble white, white white. I had always been a little pale but never like this. I ran swiftly to a mirror mounted on the opposite wall and had to bite my lip to stop from screaming.
The girl in the mirror mimicked me in my every move. I lifted my right arm up and so did she. I raised my left eyebrow as high as I could… so did she. I jumped up and needless to say, so did the other girl. But she couldn't be me. She was too pale, too thin… too beautiful. My trade-mark gray eyes had been replaced by cherry red ones.
She looked as though she could be my older sister, maybe. My perfectly poised, stunning older sister. Who was I? I asked again. Where was I? Millions of questions formed in my mind, racing at a speed my mind before the burning would never have been able to cope with.
Maybe I had died. I couldn't be in hell. This room and my new self were too perfect, too beautiful for that. Perhaps I was an angel…? That would explain the loveliness and flawlessness. I was in heaven and I was an angel.
But, no, angels didn't have glowing scarlet eyes or burning throats. So I couldn't be in heaven. Maybe heaven and hell were combined, like one place. Maybe if you were a mostly good person, you got the amazing room and unblemished beauty. Your punishments for the wrongs you committed were minor, the aching in your throat and the terrifying eyes.
But somehow I knew this explanation wasn't right. Memories flooded back to me: a crash, Lexi and Jonathan, Mama, the internal fire, the angelic doctor. A voice vaguely whispered in my ear, the product of some distant memory, "Estelle, beware of the red-eyed beauties." It was Grandmama's voice.
I knew what I was then. I wasn't an angel. Technically, I wasn't even dead.
I was now of the living dead, the ones who keep on living despite the lack of beating hearts or breathing lungs. I was what my superstitious grandmother had always warned about. I was the devil on Earth.
A blood-sucker.
A cold one.
A vampire.
Author's note: So yes, I've started another fanfic. I just can't seem to stop coming up with new ones. I have the next two chapters written so they should be up shortly… Let me know what you think!