This cannot be a typical love story, or even a love story in general.

I knew that this is what they wanted all along. I knew it, and yet I still let him in. I let him pentrate my walls, and fell in love with him. Even though, I knew that he would never ever love me. It's not even a love story, it's a bit of tragedy. My name was Alice March, I was 21 years old, but now on my 22nd birthday, I would lose all of self identity. The only March woman not turned into a vampire yet, but it wouldn't be that way for now. I wasn't even Alice March anymore. The bitter taste of reality set in as soon as I realized it. I was Alice March, now I am Alice Ravenpenn. Pregnant with his child. Just like they wanted me to be. I really was a March after . The tears finally came down. Nothing more than a baby making machine after all. My body grew numb and lifeless despite the joy that was growing inside me. This couldn't be my fate. But it was.