Silver. It was silver, like the fresh raw material of the element called silver. But I knew better. It wasn't liquid, you don't find it in a forest, and it smelled of death and life. How I knew that smell, I wouldn't be able to say. I just did. It sat there, the wind making the small puddle move and ripple like the thick, mirky waters of a swamp. I brushed my two forefingers of my left hand through it and drew it to my nose. I sniffed it and watched the warm substance drip in clumps from my lifted fingers. Blood. I don't know what kind of animal would do this. Or even if it was possible. But this was, no doubtedly, blood.

"How?" I asked aloud as I returned from my crouching position to stand straight. A bone chilling voice replied. Not what I was expecting.

"Its unicorn blood, girl. Drink it for eternal life. I have no more need for it, considering my life came to me." I was confused by his words. What in the name of the Mother Goddess herself, is he going on about? I gasped and arched my back forward, my head held back by a sharp pain in my shoulder. I closed my eyes, writhing in pain, the man who had spoken wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him as he drank hungrily from my neck. I struggled but after a few minutes I was to weak, my body fell limp and his lips smirked against my shoulder. I passed out on the ground as he let my body drop, landing in the puddle of sivery blood. Why?

Darkness...

A faint beeping weaved its way in patterns to my ultimate world. I forced my weak eyes open, the white staring back at full force. I quickly closed them to force the migrane that was now building up away. A nurse that I had barely glanced at, spoke up.

"I'm glad your awake, girl." Girl. Thats what the man had called me. No. Vampire. "You've been out for a few days, mercury poisoning. You barely made it in time." how did I get here though? I had been hunting in the woods, all alone. Except for that creature.

"How did I get here?" I asked. My voice raspy like fingernails on chalkboard. I winced at the sound of it. I hadn't spoken in a few days obviously.

"A nice young man brought you in here. Said you'd collapsed in a park or something. Now go back to sleep, you need it." I forced a small nod before slipping back into the depths of the blank, back of my mind. This was pure bliss. But one question floated in the back of my mind, along with the bleak, emptiness. What will happen to me now?

I groaned in protest as my mother shook my shoulder, telling me to get up. Letting out a hiss of defiance, I rolled over and pulled the pillow over my head. Sighing, she pulled the pillow off, along with the blankets as she opened the curtains.

"Y'know. If you keep doing that you'll suffocate. How do you expect me to explain to your math teacher that you died, refusing to wake up and thats why you can't do your homework?"

She said, cheerfully as she moved along to go through the many books and journals along my shelves in my bedroom. They where new and old. Mainly new. Ever since that night, I rarely went outside for occasions like that. Especially alone. Instead I took up the passtime of a)highschool; b)reading and writing; and c)work.

"He's your husband... Figure it out!"

I barked as I groped blindly around for the blanket I somehow knew I wasn't going to get as I heard my door open, the ruffling of fabric and my little sisters shreik of protest as she was sent toppling down the stairs by a blanket bomb. Curse the person who invented mornings.

"Sorry honey! Your sisters being a grump again!"

She apologized as I sent a snarl her way for her choice of words as I barried myself under my sheets. Sighing she put Mozart in my CD player as she returned to shaking me.

"C'mon hun! Please wake up! I made breakfast!"

She begged as I sat up, rubbing my eyes like a toddler.

"That would be a first..."

I grumbled, standing and wobbling over to my bathroom.

"Okay, it's poptarts! But still, atleast your awake!"

"As long as you don't try to make breakfast, I will be alive to wake up tomorrow. I'm not even sure if the poptarts would be edible."

"Hey!"

Shutting the bathroom door and turning on the water to block out her protests I sighed, stripping off my clothes as the faintest sound of Mozart leaked into the bathroom. I'll have to make this shower quick if mom doesn't stop that music. I might just die of bleeding ears.

I took a washcloth and got it wet as I rubbed my face clean, glancing in the mirror I bared the fangs that I had developed as I took colgate and a tooth brush to them. I was fifteen when that event happened. Two years had now passed, and me and that vampire where the only ones that knew. I mean, you could count how many people I know who would beleive me on one finger. My philosiphy teacher. She'd beleive anything, she was afterall, completely insane. But, who would beleive me when I say, 'I didn't get mercury poisoning. I got bitten by a vampire and the silver unicorn blood was the only thing that kept me alive at the time'.

Yep. I'm insane. I subconciously ran a hand down the nape of my neck where a light, black inked tatoo had apeared on the fullmoon, five days after the event. Every fullmoon I would wake up sweating to the sound of wolves howling, though my dreams claimed they where lycans. Pft. Well, if vampires existed, why couldn't werewolves? At the same time, the tatoo would glow blue and I ate alot of meat the next day. Raw meat. It was the only thing that could satisfy the hunger for blood. I couldn't eat humans.

Letting the wet cloth drop in the sink I climbed into the shower, letting the hot water pelt my skin as I closed my eyes in comfort. Doing the same thing I did every day I went over the history of the species I had become and the research I had done.

I was a vampire. That was simple. Scientific term, Carniverous Vampiric Cornivus. Meaning, a meat eating night creature strain of the Alexander Cornivus strain -active form- of the early fifth century disease, originally coming from his son William Cornivus. Though, I had no relation. I had been infected by dieing. Yes. In order to become fully affected you have to die. Thats how I knew I wasn't a werewolf. Vampires carry special healing powers. I also knew, if a Werewolf, or scientifically known as Tempermental Psychotic Carnivorous Lycan Cornivus, Ever happened to cross my path and could smell me. I would be dead meat. Or, if all those martial arts class's came to my rescue, the poor creature would be dead or my slave.

Sighing, I climbed from the shower. Drying out my hair I went into my room and quickly drew the curtains. Unlike most folktales, light doesn't kill me. It just hurts like hell and makes me feel slightly weaker than normal. You get used to it eventually. I hope. I quickly got dressed in black clothing. This disease, supposedly, had wrecked the social part of my life.

I had been kicked off the cheerleading sqaud. More like quit because of all the sun... Lost most my friends because they thought I went emo. Lost my boyfriend because I accidently bit him once. Darn. He tasted good... Er- anyways... I was calmer, more carefree and ignored most people, figuring if I told them why I had extremely sharp teeth, a weird personality, creepy moodswings, and a strange tatoo was because I was a vampire, they would either kill me or send me too an insane assylum.

Oh. Did I mention I gained a criminal record? I didn't? Well, I'm not exactly proud of it. It was one year after the incident. A fullmoon. I had killed a guy. Claiming it was in self defence -the bitemarks- and he was sexually harassing me outside the nightclub was the only thing that saved my arse. They never could explain why he lost a whole two pints of blood. Though, they never thought to check my stomach. God, what- no who, am I, anymore?

Grumbling about how unfair my life is I trudged down the steps to grab a raw sasuage from the freezer without anyone noticing hopefully.

"Whattcha doin'?"

Ah shoot. Oh well, atleast my sister is crazy enough to beleive everything I tell her and do research on it.

"I'm a vampire and need the raw blood from the meat."

I said in a calm, monotone voice. I don't dislike her, though her craziness and extreme knowledge reminded me a little bit to much of . My philosiphy teacher.

"Oh! Well, Supposedly it's actually one of two known diseases. One is for the person to take on charectiristics of a certain animal -vamps are bats- and that was thought to of died out a while back. The other is the bodies extreme need for plasma, and-"

"Shut up. Just go, print up a report about it for me or something..."

I grumbled. I hate mornings. After all, I am nocturnal.

"Alright!"

She cheered, racing up the stairs of our two story condo. Man, sometimes I'm really glad my mom got that job. Since then, we've been loaded.

"Sheesh... I wasn't serious."

I grumbled, grabbing a peice of hamburger from moms prep for tomorrows dinner I stuffed the food down my throat as I exited the house, slinging my backpack over my head as I tightened my hood and walked to school, keeping my gaze on my feet. Today I was starting a new highschool. Mom said that she was transferring me so that I had a better chance of getting friends and being more challenged in this school. It was specialized for its expertise in technology and biology. I was studying to be a crime scene investigator. I always did get hyped up by the sight of blood, and being able to help people was just an advantage.

Glancing down at my watch I realized that it was no surprise my mom wasn't home when I was grabbing breakfast. I was two hours late. Wondering breifly why my siste wasn't at school I looked up at the glass doors of the building and sighed, as I pushed the doors open.

"Well. Here I go..."