Nevaeh

Chapter 1

Neavaeh's lip quivered as she beheld the sight before her. The house looming over her looked like something straight out of a Tim Burton movie. Had she got the wrong address?

Checking the slip in her hand once more, she noted the house number 666. The same number that glared at her from under the door knob.

"Well, this is going to be fun." She murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Dragging her bright pink suitcase closer towards the door, she made note of the creepy gargoyles glaring down at her, their eyes seemingly following her every footstep.

She halted outside the massive front door, every fibre of her being willing her to run in the opposite direction. Just as she had made the mental decision to turn and bolt back up the winding driveway, her cell phone rang. The irritating Iphone ringtone echoing round the manors' grounds.

"Shit, hello?" Nevaeh squeaked, lifting her cracked phone to her ear.

"Hi darling, did you arrive okay?" Derek asked, her step-fathers jolly tone a welcome distraction to the creepiness surrounding her.

"Hey Derek, yeah...um I've just arrived now..I think. Is it supposed to look this creepy?"

Derek chuckled lightly, "My sons revel in the creepiness Nevaeh. They think it makes them seem more intimidating to other clans."

Nevaeh sighed. She had heard far too many stories of Derek's many sons, and their passion for inflicting terror on their enemies. Like all vampires, Dereks sons were bloodthirsty killers. Unlike Nevaeh, they actually fed on human blood. Not animals.

Nevaeh had been on a strict animal-only diet for the past three years. Having only transitioned into vampire at the age of sixteen. She was now nineteen, and refused to go anywhere near human blood. It made her feel sick, just the thought of swallowing some horrible humans blood. At least animals were cute and nice. Humans were most often awful and unhygienic.

"I knew they were weird, I didn't know they were psychotic." Nevaeh countered, her eyes roaming the dark mansions exterior.

"Nevaeh, you'll be fine. They're good lads, they'll look after you just fine."

Nevaeh sighed again, rolling her eyes at her step-dads positive outlook. She didn't want to be here. All the way in Pittsburgh, so far from her comfy home in London. But she knew she had no choice. The clans were preparing for war, and she knew she was safest here, in a house full of murderous vampire males who'd no doubt snap anyone neck who went anywhere near her. She was under Dereks protection after all.

Nevaeh was the opposite of what you'd assume a vampire would be. She wore pink most days, enjoyed bubble baths and pampering herself. She spent far too much money on clothes, and had human friends her age. She even had a human boyfriend, who'd she'd regrettably left behind. In the back of her mind she knew he was probably already cheating on her, even though they'd promised to do long distance.

She just wanted to be normal. A normal nineteen year old, who did normal things like drink until she passed out, have regrets about sleeping with guys and cry over breakups. She wanted to have kids and get married, and die happily all old and wrinkly. But that was never an option for her. Once you're born with the gene, it is inevitable that you transition once you reach maturity.

Derek found Nevaeh on a street corner, covered in human blood and crying over a dead man's body. She was sixteen and had been on her way home from netball practice. Derek took Nevaeh into his home, he told her what she was, and that she could never see her family again.

That didn't matter too much to Nevaeh. Her dad was a drunk that beat her mum. Her mum was a drunk that beat Nevaeh. It was a vicious household to grow up in. She'd never been happier to leave them both behind.