• June 9, 1769

    I was sixteen when I found him. I thought he was dead. I felt no pulse. His skin was cold to the touch. When turned away from him i felt his cold white hand on my sholder. My eyes widened as his teeth found my neck. and i was dead.
    "no my lord she can't" A woman said
    "It's to late" a man said
    I sat up a woman and man stood staring at me. They were stalk white. The woman walked up to me.
    "I'm sorry my lady but you scared my lord over their he just reacted" the woman said
    "What do you mean?"I asked
    "You are a vampire" the man said
    "WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" I yelled