I first saw him playing the piano in an abandoned house when I was just six years old.

Keion Ashcombe was by no means a mediocre man in his early twenties. He was inhumanly beautiful, and his beauty was one of melancholic cruelty. His pale skin and platinum hair gave him a touch of class, but it was his eyes that attracted anyone who looked at him. Those beautiful crimson-gold eyes were so entrancing. It was an eye color I thought impossible.

Even though he ignored me, I didn't mind. I was contented to watch him play in the moonlight.

Every night since then, I'd go and listen to him play classic pieces. However, as time passed, so did my curiosity about Keion. I grew up and began to hang out in the mall more. Still, when I needed to be alone, the Rosenkrutz mansion was perfect. I would sit down outside the piano room in the hallway, and he either didn't know I was there or paid absolutely no mind to me. Strangely, the Rosenkrutz mansion was never dirty, nor was it rundown. It merely lacked occupants.

I never bothered to speak to Keion except the second time I visited, when I gathered enough courage to ask him his name. He answered without looking at me, completely absorbed by the piano. I didn't pester him further by asking whether or not he lived here, or why he was around every night and why the piano wasn't destroyed.

Through the ten years I knew him, I never saw him grow older, thereby justifying my suspicion that he wasn't human. I grew to admire him, and even miss him at times. However, sometimes I wondered if he was merely part of my imagination, something I wove to comfort me in my times of loneliness.

On that night, however, I planned to stay the night in the Rosenkrutz mansion. My mother and I had a huge fight, and I was beyond furious. I fell asleep in the hallway, listening to him play the piano.

However, when I woke up, I was in a comfortable bed, with two girls beside me. One was sitting on the bed - a ten year old girl who had nothing remarkable about her. She had hair that fell in brown waves, like I did, and matching brown eyes. She was short and skinny, looking somewhat comical.

"Don't worry, Cassandra. I'm sure Keion will come around...eventually." She said, seemingly trying to assure the other girl of something.

I pretended to be asleep, as to avoid trouble. I would steal away later, when they left the room. I opened my eyes just a crack, enough to see what was going on.

The older one, about eighteen, was Cassandra, I suppose. She was tall, slim and gorgeous with black curls and icy blue eyes. She leaned on the wall, arms folded across her chest.

"How long will eventually take, Natasha? I've been waiting for over two hundred years, yet he dares bring this filthy human in our coven!" Cassandra sighed, clearly frustrated.

Filthy? I wasn't dirty. In fact, I've been called obsessive-compulsive. It was a wonder I could stand the Rosenkrutz mansion, with all its dust.

"She's not really dirty, you know." Natasha said in a matter-of-fact way.

Cassandra shot Natasha a glare, making the younger girl shut up.

"The only reason you were even allowed to become a vampire was because I begged Keion for a female companion. Should I tire of you, it will be no problem for me to dispose of you, as nobody would protest." Cassandra threatened.

Vampire? I felt like biting my lip, but I refrained. I was supposed to be asleep.

Natasha looked as if she were about to cry, causing Cassandra to quickly apologize.

"I'm sorry, Nat. It's just that... Ugh. I mean, she's not even pretty!" Cassandra ran a hand through her long hair.

'Vain much?' I thought to myself. Also, I felt my pride take a hit. Hello, I wasn't that ugly, was I?

"Cassa!" A male voice called from outside.

Cassandra seemed to perk up and she left the room. Good. Now all I had to do was wait for Natasha to leave, and I could leave through the window or something.

"Alexandra, you're lucky Cassa was too frustrated to read your mind." Natasha turned to me and wagged a finger. "If not, you'd be dead by now."

Damn. She knew I was awake. Might as well sit up. I looked at the little girl point blank in the eye.

"How did you know my name?" I demanded.

She just smiled slyly. A few moments passed in complete silence, and I ran the conversation I had heard through my mind again.

"Cassandra...waited two hundred years for Keion?" I finally blurted out.

"That's what everybody in the coven says. They've been friends ever since they were human, and they were actually engaged. Too bad it was arranged, and that Keion only saw her as a sister. They make quite a pair, Cassa with her looks and Keion with his pretty crimson-gold eyes. They've been like that ever since he was human, you know. Becoming a vampire doesn't change your appearance at all." She babbled.

I just blinked. Then, Cassandra came back inside, and upon seeing me, narrowed her eyes.

"The human wakes." She declared haughtily.

Then Keion stood by the door, leaning on the frame. He looked at Cassandra expectantly, then at me. He looked genuinely surprised.

"You brought the human in?" He asked.

Cassandra gave him a strange look. "I thought you did." Then her eyebrows furrowed. "You should keep this coven on a tighter leash. You have your responsibilities as coven leader, after all."

"Humans survive despite their liberalism," he replied, waving it off.

"I'll show you how weak humans are, starting with your little friend." Cassandra shot back, grabbing a decorative dagger that was nevertheless sharp enough to kill. She started towards me, and I yelped, attempting to scramble away. Unfortunately, there were no windows, and the bed was in a corner. I was...well, cornered.

"Wait! We can sort this out, really! We all know humans are weak creatures, you don't really need to prove it anymore." I blabbed. "I mean, seriously, can't we just talk this over?"

She gave me a smile, revealing two insanely sharp fangs. I began to hyperventilate, praying that Keion would help me by stopping her. Any help would be appreciated. She glanced at Keion again.

"Go ahead. Did you really believe I had feelings for such a weakling?" He said breezily.

Oh crap. What kind of friend was he anyway? Oh right, I forgot. We weren't friends in the first place.