I stepped slowly though the door and looked around, a dim light was coming from one of the far rooms and I knew I should follow. The door was broken, hanging limply from the doorframe the red paint was peeling showing the rotting wood underneath and the whole place smelt like dust, muck and mould.

He was stood in the corner, very still, with his arms clasped behind his back. While I was staring at him I noticed several things simultaneously; an old dusty sofa with a matching footstool; a table with three legs leaning in the middle of the room and the man, staring at me like he was trying to see into my soul. The pain had to have vanished from his eyes; instead they were filled with determination and I realised I didn't need to wear my sunglasses anymore. He took a few steps towards where I was, frozen in the doorway. I started to speak but before I could say more that a startled "what…" he lifted his arm and pointed at my head. I didn't know what he was doing and I didn't have time to ask because as soon as he pointed at me my head exploded in pain and everything suddenly went black.

The first thing I noticed is that I felt perfect, no sore head, no throaty cough, and I was lying on something soft. My mind wandered back to the last thing I remembered, and although it made no sense, I knew that it was important.

The man walked towards me slowly and I tried to ask him what he meant and what he wanted with me, but before I could say much more than 'what' he pointed at me and my head exploded in pain, then blackness.

"Stevie-ray, can you hear me?" Huh, who was that, I'd never heard a voice like that before, it was like the sweetest music, tantalizing and beautiful. I knew without a doubt that who-ever had spoken to me would be amazingly stunning.

Slowly my mind started to clear, the mist seemed to unravel and my eyes started to feel a lot lighter. I think I groaned and I felt some one lay there hands softly on my forehead.

"My child you can awaken now, there is nothing to fear,"

My eyes started to flutter like a butterfly's wing, this voice said there was nothing to fear and, at that moment, I felt blissful, of course everything was ok, why wouldn't it be? I opened my eyes and was greeted by a soft light that shone from many lanterns that were hanging on the walls. The walls were made up of lots of different coloured and sized bricks and about ten beds covered in white were spread around the room. Was this some kind of hospital?

I suddenly remembered that some one had spoken to me, touched me, and my eyes scanned the dimly lit room, then I saw her, and I was sure I had died. She was gorgeous, amazingly stunning. Her eyes were a shinning mossy green, shaped like perfect almonds and her hair was a beautiful red-brown colour which hung delicately down her back in thick waves. Her figure was perfect, she was wearing a tight purple dress with a weird symbol over her right breast, that highlighted her curves subtly and she was smiling showing a set of amazing pearly white teeth.

"Who… Who are you?"

"My child, there is nothing for you be afraid of, think of me as a friend, a companion. I am High Priestess Neferet, and welcome to the house of night."

"I… what am I doing here? I can't be… where's my mamma… I want to go home." I stuttered wildly, there must have been some mistake, this cannot be right.

"Dear, you are a vampire fledgling, wear your marked with pride, the Goddess is happy with you, and your mother is waiting outside for you, I'll call for her."

She turned and glided gracefully towards the door and I watched her go with awe. I knew that vampires were beautiful, but I'd never seen anyone so gracious and stunning, her beauty wasn't only visible, but shone from within; making her glow like a goddess. Suddenly I wasn't afraid anymore, my body eased and my mind cleared, and I knew that I was meant to be here, this was my home away from home, and although I was aware my path would be steep, filled with loose stones and broken branches, I understood that I would never me alone again, there would always be a light in the dark, some one always watching out for me.