"I was born in 1833. I was turned in 1850. A guy who was a family friend, to be honest I had kind of a crush on him. I wasa naive. When I turned seventeen, he started to show interest. My family was throwing a party. He lured me to a corner. He told me he wanted to marry me. I of course said yes. When I did he kissed me and started kissing me till he got to my neck. He bit me. I remember the feeling, the blood draining out of my neck. When he was finished. I fell to the floor. I looked up and saw his eyes, his teeth, and my blood on his face. I passed out and he left me there. I woke up at in my room. I just heard the doctor pronounce me dead. I sat straight up. I heard my mother scream as she ran to hug me. I remember feeling the urge to bite her. I left that day and hid in the shadows" Penelope is a 19th century vampire. She still has problems controlling herself around blood. She makes a friend named Karlee. Karlee's brother knows her secret. So does Elliot, who is also a vampire. When bodies were showing up in Elliot's home town will they be able to stop the murders before someone they really cared about dies? Or worse? A:N guys I am trying to still figure out my writing style, so if it seems kinda weird then that is why. But thank you so much for reading if you do. Also if you have any name suggestions for this story please message me or comment on my profile and I will probably have a toll