It all started with a Bite

Prologue (Revised)

It all started with an ill-advised teenage romp with a near-stranger in a dimly lit alcove under the canopy of thick foliage covering the dense woods that shielded my questionable, alcohol-fueled, actions from the similarly intoxicated teens partying on the nearby beach. I never went to those things-aunt Jan, my reluctant legal guardian was surprisingly strict for someone who distinctly loathed being responsible for me- but when she'd uncharacteristically left me to my own devices in favor of spending the weekend shacking up with some middle-aged, sock n' sandal, mouth-breather by the name of Donald, well you were only young once right? Ha. I wouldn't realize how deeply ironic that statement really was for another two weeks, two days, and eight or so mental breakdowns though. No at the time I was blissfully unaware that my one and only trip to first base, clumsy and fireball-soaked as it was, would change my life forever. Drunk and inexperienced as I was, I didn't realize anything was wrong until a sharp pain in my neck interrupted the pleasant haze of the encounter, I remember trying to struggle to no avail, gradually going limp in his arms and falling into unconsciousness. As the world had faded out around me I caught a glimpse of a tall, dark-haired figure approaching us, I'd never been overly religious, but at that moment I had been positive I was seeing the angel of death come to take me to my family. As the world slipped away and my eyes drifted closed I felt a sense of peace wash over me, I was finally going home, going where I was meant to be. How wrong I was.

Waking up to the too-bright lights of a hospital room, roused by the sound of my aunt yelling at an orderly, demanding I be released immediately before my idiocy cost her even more money than this useless visit already had. I had forced my eyelids back closed as the unprepared employee scurried off to find someone better equipped to handle hurricane Jan, the poor guy, after that, I vaguely recall being in and out of consciousness. After some unknown amount of time, I'd eventually found myself waking in my own bed, still out of it from the hickey from hell which culminated with what I can only describe as the cruel cosmic joke that basically amounted to some unholy, unfair, and well undead (as I would later learn) version of puberty.

It took me a while to come to terms with what had happened to me, I'd briefly considered getting myself committed, but once the weakness and fatigue from the change finally wore off there was really no denying my new reality. Really if the twin pearly white fangs that kept trying to make an appearance every time my stomach growled hadn't been enough to convince me something was up, the hole I accidentally punched through the solid oak front door most defiantly was. 

Later that same day, I was still trying my best to cling to the last shreds of my denial, even as I rushed around my room, packing as much of my life as I could fit in the back of my small Toyota before my aunt returned from work. Even while resolutely ignoring the inhuman speed at which I'd at some point begun moving at, though when I had finished pilling my belongings into my car and peeled out of the driveway with just minutes to spare before my aunt was due home, a small part of me was secretly grateful. 

The feeling didn't last long though, as the farther I traveled from my home, the only one I'd ever known, the more the certainty of what I had become cemented in my mind, and with it the cold dread of knowing what exactly that meant.

My name is Elanor Black, and I am a Vampire, this is my story.

Authors note~ all characters except for Eleanor are property of DC comics