Chapter One:

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The Beginning...

The day my life changed, tragically and irrevocably, I was camping with mamma, papa and Gisella. Us girls weren't quite as enthusiastic as papa, as he ‘expertly’ put up the tents, only to realize during the middle of the first night that he hadn’t hammered the pegs deep enough in the ground, which resulted in the outer layer of the tent, quite crucial for waterproofing, blowing away. 

The day after papa managed to get attacked by an angry hive of ants, and at one point we all had to hide in the car when he accidentally left food out, attracting a hungry black bear to our little campsite. Poor Gisella was in tears as she trembled under a blanket in the backseat, while mamma clung to papa, screaming hysterically while he frantically tried to hush her. The bear took absolutely no notice of us whatsoever, much more engrossed in our food then in us.

On our final night, a rather sheepish papa was telling Gisella campfire stories, mamma was gazing up at the sky, stargazing, and I was sitting in the car so I could read my book using the light, when the peace, and my life, was shattered. 

Mamma was the first to die. She just let out this scream and we all looked at her in time to see an inhumanely beautiful man with white skin, long sandy hair tied back in a pony tail and bright, crimson eyes bury his teeth in her throat. 

Gisella and I all let out identical screams of horror, and dad let out a roar and leapt at ponytail guy, his fist smacking into his jaw. Ponytail guy didn't even flinch, didn't even move, and I heard the sound of papa's knuckles breaking even from in the car. Ponytail guy then literally picked up my father and threw him at another person-thing that had emerged. This one had dark skin and black hair, but the same glowing crimson eyes. He caught my papa like he was a football, not a middle aged man of an average weight and height. 

"PAPA!" I screamed, scrambling at the car door, as the dark skinned man dug his teeth into papa's neck, draining him of his blood. Blood... drained... My mind came to a horrifying conclusion as I stared at the pale, lifeless bodies of my parents: vampire!

Sobbing, I stumbled out of the car, wielding the wrench papa kept in the car, having grabbed it from where it had been, discarded, on the floor. As I did so, a third vampire stepped out from the surrounding forest. This one was female, and stunningly beautiful with her wild red curls and snowy skin. Her crimson eyes flickered to meet mine, and cruel amusement showed on her face. "GISELLA!" I screamed, as her crimson gaze turned to focus on my sister who was curled up on the ground, frozen in terror. 

The redhead pounced, knocking my sister out flat on her back. I heard the sound of breaking bones and Gisella let out a blood curdling cry that was quickly cut off as the redhead tore out my little sister's throat. 

I cried out in anger, horror, fear and grief, rushing at the vampires. "You fottuto figli di puttana!" I shrieked, and I threw the wrench at the redhead as hard as I could. It only bounced back off, onto the ground, and she laughed, before pouncing on me, knocking me to the ground. 

"You bitch!" I snarled at her, more angry then scared, as she casually straddled me, her icy skin causing goosebumps to erupt on my bare skin. "You cowardly cagna!" She grins down at me, curling back her lips to reveal shiny white, bloodstained teeth. 

"I don't understand much Italian, love," she purrs, her voice sounding musical, angelic, from the lips of a demon, "but what you're calling me isn't that nice, now, is it? What would your mother think?" 

I actually shook with fury, anger making my vision turn red. "I think she'd give me a pat on the back, then join in, whore!" I spit, glaring at her. She giggles. 

"I don't think the little chit's scared at all, James," she says, turning to pony tail guy, who's name, apparently, is James. Her eyes go back to mine, her mouth still curved in that mocking smile, even as she studies me, "you're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" she asks, her question rhetorical. I answer it anyway, with a string of curses that makes the dark skinned vampire chuckle, slightly. 

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