The life I never wanted.

This is technically my second story on here but the first was on a different account and not much was happening there so onto this one.

I do hope you enjoy this and I welcome constructive critisism so if you have any please tell me.

Anyway onto the story:

Any similarities to people dead or alive as well as any existing plot lines are purely coincidental.

Prologue:

There were days when I thought I was the same as everyone else. Another statistic in an ocean of data. That my icy blue eyes were just my best feature or that my natural raven hair was just a rarity. Others saw me as different. Something odd. A freak.

Everyone saw a coldness in my crystalline eyes. They believed my midnight tresses were all thanks to artificial colouring. The make-up that encased my pale orbs made that think I was Goth or Emo. I wasn't though. Just because I hated loud, vibrant colours didn't mean I hated everything.

One day though, everything changed and I learnt who I really was. A couple of mysterious strangers came out the shadows and took me away. Not quite literally though. I discovered I was adopted and met my real family and learnt of my true heritedge. I was the last in line of a family that had been in nobility for centuries and that from birth I had been betrothed. To a Prince no less. However, he was most definately not someone I got along with. Like, at all. He was sarcastic, increadibly arrogant and kinda sexist. All in all, he was the complete opposite of me.

My name is Issaelya Petrov (originally Wilks) or Issae to my friends, and this is the story of my journey into Vampirism.

A/N:

So that is my prologue. Again I will that constructive critisism is welcome. If you did like this then vote or whatever and I will try to update every few days.

Karla.D