The Lost Girl

You probably haven't heard of me, but I run with the Lost Boys. Sometimes I hang out with Laddie or even Star-though only when I'm in the mood for her constant whining. I've lived with the boys ever since David was turned. But me? I'm not like the others. I'm not your typical vampire. I don't drink blood-not anymore.

I used to, though. Back then, I was just like the rest of them. Then I met a medium, someone who changed everything. She gave me a gift-a way to survive without blood-just like she did for my maker. Speaking of him, his name's Lemuel. He turned me the night I died. I was sixteen, and it was my birthday. My life was slipping away, and he couldn't bear to lose me. So, he saved me the only way he knew how.

Oh, right-I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Meliana. Meliana Bridger. And while I might not drink blood anymore, I still carry the hunger. Instead, I feed differently. I can take someone's life force with a single touch or by stealing their breath. If I want to, I can pull the darkness-their negative energy-right out of them. The medium said it was a rare power, something even my maker doesn't fully understand.

And then there's the sun. I can walk in it, though it weakens me to the point of collapse. So, I don't. The shadows are my home, and honestly, I like it that way.

But everything changed when I met the Emersons. Michael Emerson, especially. He was... different. Drawn to the night but still tied to the light. Something about him pulled me in, made me feel alive again. When Max fell and the others turned Star, it was chaos. And through it all, I found myself falling-hard-for Michael.

This is my story. It's not all fangs and shadows, but it's mine. Come closer, if you dare. Let's see if you can keep up.