October, the 28th, 9PM

Another cloudy afternoon in Surrey, England. The clouds were covering the sky and there was no star on it at all. I was walking through the forest. It was very cold, but I didn't really care. I always thought that place had something magical… something UNIQUE.

Most people used to say(and still say) that that place was cursed, that werewolves and vampires had their homes there. But, of course no one ever listened to what they were saying, mostly because they believed that all those stories were the fruit of the imagination of old people, children or mischievous teenagers. They have no idea how right they were…

But those sayings never bothered me… I was simply IN LOVE with that place. It could make me forget of all the problems I had, it could make me feel that, between those trees I could be whoever or whatever I wanted to be, and most of all, it would make me forget of my stupid origins.

So, I kept walking for hours and hours. Then, suddenly, I heard a mutter behind the trees and I slowly turned around to see what it was.. At first, I only saw too little sparkles. But then, the two little lights came closer and closer. It was too late when I realized that those were, actually the eyes of a bear… A huge bear that was looking with delight at his DINNER!! I tried to run away, but the fiend was faster than me. With only one jump, he put me to the ground and then opened his huge mouth. I closed my eyes, hoping that the animal would kill me as fast as he could… But after a few seconds, out of nowhere, two strong hands came out of the dark and ripped the off the beast's head.

Then, he came near me.

"Who are you?" he asked. I must say, he had the deepest and most beautiful voice that I have ever heard.

"WHO ARE YOU?" he asked again, more imperatively this time… But I couldn't answer…I was too shocked to do that… I felt hot water pouring down my cheeks, and I realized those were tears. I couldn't move and I couldn't feel the cold coming to my face.

He Sighed.

"All right, I am going to take you to my house. Come on."

He lifted me into his arms and started walking slowly. I put my arms around his neck and held him as tight as I could, so he wouldn't drop me. And then, I fell asleep….

11:00 PM

Cinnamon… That was the first thing that came to me when I woke up… There was a faint scent of cinnamon in the room I was in.

I opened my eyes. I was lying on a one-person bed. I looked around the small room. The walls were made out of wood and there were pictures of a boy that was about my age. I assumed he was the son of the man that saved me from the bear.

Then, he entered the room… he didn't say anything. I didn't even know if he realized that I was there…I decided to break the ice.

"Thank you for saving me" I said silently.

He turned to see me….

That was the first time I could really take a look at his face, and, boy, he looked TERRIFYING!!! He had curly, orange hair, and an incredibly long scar on his left cheek. His face was as white as snow. He was wearing a black suit and a read cloak. I assumed he was in his forties.

"Don't", he said, "I don't care if you are dead or alive, I just don't want to have a 16 year old girl's death on my consciousness".

"Anyway, thank you", I said again

"Could you please tell me what were you doing out there at that time?"

"I was strolling around… I do it all the time when my parents are not home"

"WHY HERE?" he yelled. Then in less than a second he was near me. He starred at me with anger and hatred. "Don't you realize that you could have died?"

He didn't let me answer. After a few seconds, his face turned from anger to surprise.

"Where are you from?" he asked, with a curious tone in his voice.

"I live at the house situated one mi…"

"No…" he said calmly, "what country are you from?"

"I'm from England", I lied.

"No, you're not!" he replied, "you have big brown eyes, brown hair and you are a little tanned, even though it's freezing cold during this time of the year. "Those are not English features…", he continued, "Those are Latin features!"

"I'm Romanian", I finally said, "But we've moved to England six years ago and I don't like talking about my true origins"

"Why not?!" he asked, surprised.

"Because… I don't really know why" I admitted

He nodded.

"What part of Romania are you from?"

"Transylvania"

"Transylvania!"he scoffed. "The source of all those myths and lies about vampires, making them look evil and cruel to the whole world!"

"They are evil and cruel. Fascinating, but, yet, evil and cruel".

"Do you really think they are fascinating?!" he asked… "You think that these creatures of the dark that can only come out at night and that can only feed on human blood like, parasites!! You think that's fascinating?"

"Why do you care so much? See…"

But I didn't get to finish what I had to say, because I noticed that his fingers had those strange markings that vampires have, and then I thought about his strength and his rapidity and it just came to me. I looked at him with a glance combined with fear and surprise and then yelled:

"YOU ARE A VAMPIRE!!!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I hope you like the story… I know it's a bit different from the books. I hope you don't mind that the girl is from Romania… I just thought I should mention my home country. PLEASE R&R!!