It was cold. I was scared. So many men and women, so much older then me...and so different. They weren't human, you could tell that after looking into their blood red eyes. I knew exactly why I was here. I knew exactly WHAT they were. Vampires, and I would soon be a vampiress.
11-years-old First, a tall man with black ruffled hair had marked me, cutting into my wrists with a knife. He had bought me for his children, to feed them. Twins. A boy and a girl, Elizabeth and Sebastion. But otherwise, he found me worthless, and threw me out.
12-years-old Then, a couple took me in. My scar was no longer as visible as it was at first. They were poor vampires, with no way to get food, but they decided their home wasn't good enough for me. Luckily, I was gone before the could mark me.
13-years-old Next, a young lady decided I was hers. She marked me by cutting two OOs into my left biscep. But after having me for a month, she decided I was to impolite. I was tossed into the mud again.
14-years-old Once again, I was taken in by a woman. But this woman was older, and needed help around the house. She lightly carved 'new vampiress' in lowercase letters underneath my right eye. She decided a man would be more helpful, and sold me.
15-years old After being sold by that old woman, I finally had a home. Mister and Mistress Vladmir lived with their 4 children. Damion, and the triplets, Evangeline, Esmeralda, Emmanuel. I play with the triplets, and act as a big sister, and I tutor Damion, watching his every move as his parents asked me too.
