I will always remember that day. my first day in London. my first day of my new life. The way he looked at me from across the parking lot. The smirk upon his thin pink lips. The dark curly hair that balanced on his head, and flipped around in the cold, bitter, wind. I thought "hey, here's a normal boy." but no. he's the COMPLETE opposite. This boy i am describing, is a vampire. he is my vampire. he's the boy i am in love with. the one i am destined to be with. I never knew my life could become so complicated. until i met him. He's trying everything in his will to protect me. He knows falling in love with a human can be a mistake. but he doesn't like calling it that. he says it happened for a reason, and he's glad he has me, and I'm glad i have him. He's my vampire, and I'm his human. he could lose his control at any moment, and suck me dry. and you know what? I wouldn't take it back for anything. It was worth falling in love with him. ~~~~ anything related to THE TWILIGHT SERIES or THE VAMPIRE DIARIES goes to the brilliant minded author's~~~~

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...