Isabella Belifield

                I am one of 10.  Like any other family, they drive me insane.  Though, it wasn't always like this.  Way back in 1653, I was born to a religious family in London, England.  When I was 18, I chased after my brother at night, realizing that he had not taken any money to buy food.  I heard a shrill, blood-curdling scream come from down the alley and recognized it to be my beloved fiancé's.  I ran to my love, terrified that one of the monsters my brother goes out to get rid of had gotten to him.  I got there too late.  The monstrous demon on top of him had already killed my beloved Kenneth.  Then, the demon moved on to me, smiling the smile of the devil. 

                "Was this your friend?" the demon asked me, mocking me. 

                Rage filled me, overpowering any fear of this demon. 

                "I'll kill you!" I roared, grabbing a plank of wood and charging the vile beast. 

                The demon smiled and was suddenly behind me.  He wrapped his cold arms around my upper body, bringing me close to him.  I tried to move but he was too strong.  His body was so cold and hard, as if I was being held by a statue of ice.  He put his mouth to my neck then kissed it.  At that, I just wanted to hurl.  I struggled some more.  I could feel his grin on my neck.  Suddenly, his mouth opened and his teeth sank into the flesh of my neck. 

                I heard the loudest, most heart-wrenching scream at that moment.  Then, I realized that the scream had come from me.  Suddenly, I was alone.  Part of me was happy that he was no longer here to cause me pain.  However, a larger part of me wanted the vile creature to come back and kill me, for I knew what was happening.  I was turning into one of his kind, turning into a vampire. 

                I knew that my parents and brother would despise me if they found out what I had become.  So, I tried to kill myself, rid the world of one of what I had become.  But, it did not work.  I tried poison, jumping off cliffs, stabbing myself through the heart, none of it worked.  By this time, I had realized that vampires need blood, but not always human blood.  Yes, I discovered that animal blood could sustain me, it could calm the disgusting, vile instincts I now had. 

                Before leaving England, I paid a visit to the monster that did this to me.  He was begging me to spare his life.  But, I didn't.  He was a monster who killed people, who killed my beloved Kenneth.  Then, after I let him burn, I realized that I was also a monster.  I had just killed one of my own kind, one who begged for mercy.  I was a monster, it didn't matter who I killed, I killed a living - in a manner of speaking - creature. 

                I ran as fast as I could away from my beloved home.  Everywhere I looked, it reminded me of my family, my brother, my parents, everyone who would be disgusted with what I had done, what I had become.