1656 England

She stared out the window in the direction her mortal life had been lived in. She remembered the last time she had looked upon the four that had despised her. Their faces had been deprived of their color; their eyes open wide with fear; and two simple holes stood out on their neck from where three vampires had eaten.

The three maids had been "teaching her a lesson" under her mother's watch. Spike had strutted in with two others. Their faces were slightly pale and interrupted by their yellow, hungry looking cat eyes. Their skin seemed to be pulled tighter making them look younger while pulling their mouths into a faint smile, allowing the fangs to be seen. Kara had heard of folk like this; people that only came out into the night. Vampires is what some called them.

"Leave her alone." Spike had warned.

"I must do what she had done to me. It's only fair game." Their mother snapped back. From all the drugs she had taken, they were making her hallucinate

"Leave her alone." he repeated.

"No." her mother folded her arms.

"I'm sorry." He murmured to her.

"What?" Their mother's face dropped as Spike opened his mouth a bit wider, making the fangs clearly seen. He was on top of her in seconds. The other two jumped on the maids. One dodge the Vampires and ran out of the door screaming.

Kara stood with her back against the wall. Her whole self in shock.

Within a few minutes, they had drained the blood of the three victims. They cleared their mouth of blood, first by licking up and down as much as they could, then wiped the rest of with the back of their sleeves.

The first friend was a girl. She was beautiful. She had long black hair and her pale face fit it perfectly. Her eyes were dark, the only flaw against her was that she seemed spaced.

The other friend was a guy. He was cute. He had long brown hair bunched into a ponytail. He had dark green eyes that looked as though they were concentrated on something. His muscles were large and through his open shirt Kara noticed he had tight abs. The funny thing she found out about him later was that he was more bronze than brains.

"Kara......" Spike's voice faded.

"You came..." She looked at him surprised.

"I told you I would." He smiled at her. She smiled back. They wrapped each other in a large hug.

When they pulled apart Spike asked, "I know it's kinda rushed, but I want you to be............one of us. A vampire."

Kara was startled, but at the same time in the back of her mind she knew the subject was bound to pop up. The choice wasn't hard to see. Live as a human and be killed by the town or stay with Spike as a vampire forever. She looked him in the eyes, then looking down she grabbed his fingers, intertwining them with hers and squeezed. He lifted her chin to meet his eyes again. She smiled sincerely. Spike took it as a yes.

"Okay. There will be a bit of a sting, but it'll be over in a few seconds." Kara nodded as Spike changed again. He wrapped one arm around her waist as the other one went behind her neck. Gently he moved her head to a side tilt so the neck was in plains sight.

As he bent down to her neck he whispered, "I love you." Before she could respond he bit down. There was a tingle throughout her body before she found herself floating above the ground.

She felt Spike pull back. Through her blurry vision and fuzzy feelings, she noticed that she was being held up by his one arm as the other one pulled out a knife and slit his wrist.

Spike put her mouth against the bleeding wrist and she began to drink. She felt her face change before he pulled her back. She smiled up at him before passing out.

He scooped her up like a feather. Then ran out of the house holding her and the two others followed; they had brought to where she now was. The first year of her vampire life, Spike and a bunch of others had taught her what she wanted to know.

In simple words, life was good---so far.

She yawned and turn to her cot. Lately she had been having a hard time sleeping. Every night it was the same dream over and over again. At the end of the dream, she would be punched and then she would wake up, never knowing what happened next.

Kara woke up one night (more than a hundred years since she had been sired) to the sound of things breaking. She found Dellin, the all bronze and no brains guy, throwing stuff around the room cursing the world.

"What the hell is going on?" She screamed and ducked as a cot came barreling at her head.

"Your damn brother ran off with her!" Pots and pans were coming at her now. "They're not coming back! They're halfway around the world by now!"

Kara was to in shock to notice the 55 gallon drum coming at her head. It hit her and she crashed into a wall behind her. Dellin stormed out not bothering to help her up.

She wandered aimlessly out the door and down the street not caring now where she went. She finally stumbled into an alley, falling down, and crying. She fell asleep, awaking more than three days later to a man shaking her.

"Kara......come on Kara. Wake up." She groaned and opened her eyes.

"Oh man. You look like shit." The guy bent down and picked her up. "Come on. I'll take you home." Kara slipped out of consciousness.

When she came to, she found herself on a bed. The man that had picked her up sat in an armchair reading the newspaper.

She sat up and glanced around, wondering where the hell she was at. The man turned the page causing her to freeze.

The man smiled and said, "you're up. You've been out for quite a while. I was beginning to wonder if you were even alive."

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