The Adopted Vampire
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MatureOngoing17m
Last published Mon, Oct 12, 2015
Could you imagine being different from everyone around you?
You could never be the real you?
The only people who were the only ones who understood were gone?
Well then welcome to my life.
My name is Autumn Eventide. My parents wanted a name that went with my eyes, so they chose Autumn because my eyes are dark orangey-red color. I was born December 19, 1673. I know, I know. This is 2015! Shouldn't you be dead? Well, I am! I am a vampire though. As for my eyes we always say that it is a rare condition only few have, which may or may not be true. Idk. My family is dead dead though.
What had happened took place on Februray 21, 1690. We lived in a little cottage in what is now known as Colorado and we were attacked by vampires. We were human at the time. They sucked my parents, brother, and sister dry while they turned me and left. I was all alone.
I will explain more later, but now I live in Penelope's Home for Girls in Michigan. I have been here ever since it opened and that was back in 1917. The only person who knows what I am is the owner, Mary-Beth, who is very nice. I intend to make sure she is the only one who knows. She has looked after me since I have been here and I have yet to been adopted. She is also a vampire, but she was turned when she was 42. Since I am stuck looking 17, she changes my information every year, like my birth year. My features will sharpen and mature over time, but I will still look 17, just like a pre-mature teen.
Little did I know that a family full of 9 HUMAN brothers/friends and their parents would adopt me. Only two of them will be my adoptive brothers and the others are over so often that they might as well be brothers. I have no clue how I will survive this. Good thing I only eat animal blood or else they would be dead. That reminds me, they can't find out what I am either. I was in for one heck of a ride.
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