This is my first story on Fictionpres. I have some on fanfiction, but my friend showed me this, and I decided I should make one on here. I hope you guys enjoy it. I've decided to do it on Vampires, since I'm currently addicted to them. I don't mean Vampires like twilight, because, since when do Vampires go blue and shine? I don't think so.

Olivia's POV

I'd never had a nice life. Even from a young age, it was never easy. I'd grown up in a home which was not child friendly, anything but that. My Father was an alcoholic, and my Mother, well; she was out of the picture. Rumour has it; she left when I was 7 months old and ran off with some man who had promised her the world. The world my ass, he just wanted her body. I've seen pictures of her; she was a good looking lady, rather fake if you ask me. I don't know what happened between my Father and her, but it was over and done with quickly. The only thing they gained from the relationship was me, and to be quite honest, I wasn't considered a plus in that relationship. Would've been easier if she had an abortion, but no, she wanted a child so she could add something else to her list of things to do before she dies. Sad I know, yet that's the woman she was. I now find myself in a home where I'm not appreciated. It's just me and the man. The one I should call Father, the one who should look after me. The one man I should trust.

''I HATE YOU, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR OWN DAUGHTER?'' My voice is becoming strained, the anger has been bottled up inside me for too long, and now it's just coming out. I can no longer hide the emotions inside. It's been years, years of constant torture, and years of me keeping my emotions hidden. Bruise after bruise would appear, but I wouldn't show him the sadness it caused me, the pain it was doing to me. He bruised me inside and out; he made sure I had no hope, made sure I couldn't trust anyone.

''DON'T TALK TO YOUR FATHER LIKE THAT. YOU'RE MINE, I OWN YOU, NOBODY ELSE CARES ABOUT YOU. YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL YOU HAVE A HOME.'' He started to get closer to me; I could smell the alcohol on his breath, the anger in his eyes. His hand raised in the air, the other tugging my hair back. I won't cry, I won't show any emotion, it would just egg him on. His hand started to come down, getting closer to my already damaged face, a face which was so numb from all the other beatings, it won't even feel this. His hand slapped me, across the face, most likely reddening my face, or making a purple bruise present. My eyes darted to the side of the room, looking at the flickering fire next to me. He raised his hand once more, screaming at me, begging me to show some emotion.

''ARE YOU STUPID GIRL? I BEAT YOU, AND YOU SHOW NO EMOTION.'' He hits me again, harder, and again, making my cheek sore, yet I still do not give him the satisfaction of seeing me shed a tear. My body is numb and my eyes are lifeless. He soon gets bored, and lets my body fall, slowly to the floor. My back slams against the cold wooden floor, and my head gets the full impact as it smashes against the coffee table. It knocks me out, I welcome to blackness with open arms. I am safe for now.

The Following Morning:

It took me a few hours to come around, by this time the man had passed out due to consuming too much alcohol. I took this as my opportunity to run, run far away from here. I knew now was the time, the time I had waited for all my life. I never had the guts to actually pack up my things and get away from him. But tonight had been the final straw, it was time.

I went to get up, but soon fell back down. The back of my head was throbbing, and there was a patch of blood on the floor from where I had hit my head, and laid there. I took my time as I tried once more to stand, this time with more success. As much as I wanted to run around the house, grab some things, I knew I couldn't do that without falling over once more. I slowly walked towards my bedroom, and gathered the few things I had. Most of these I had gotten from shop lifting. I am not proud of how I got them, but I needed new clothes since Father wouldn't buy me any. I don't know how much longer I could have lived in those leggings and vest top. I caught people looking at me, giving me strange looks, but what could I do. Tell them my Father abuses me, and refuses to buy me anything? I quickly focused back on my task and pulled my one bag out of the draw, and started ramming things into it. I managed to fit all my belongings in there, and still room for food.

I did a double check over my room, looking for anything I'd left, once satisfied, I began to go towards the kitchen where my Dad was passed out on the floor, a pint of beer laid next to him. Sighing, I stepped over him and ventured into the kitchen. Pulling out every draw, I looked for the essentials I needed. I grabbed 2 knives (one for protection, the other for food, if needed) 1 fork, 1 tablespoon, a few packets of crisps, 3 bottles of Pepsi and 2 bread roles. It wasn't much, but it would be enough for the night. I assumed I would need the cutlery for future use. I pulled out the draw which contained all of Fathers money, and took everything in there. There was over £400, that's enough to get me on my way. I bent down and slapped my Father, more for revenge. I guess I could have stabbed him or something, but why should I give him another reason to call the police. It's bad enough I stole all his money. Pulling on a jacket which I assumed was Mum's (I wonder why Dad hadn't thrown it out?), I slipped out of the front door, hoping never to return back to this hell hole.

Later On That Evening:

I had no idea where I was, lost somewhere in the forest. Yes that was careless, a girl of my age, lost in a forest, an easy target for some rapist, or murderer. I was never one to panic, so I continued to trudge on through the dark. I quickened my pace as I began to hear noises, and I felt myself shiver, I did that when I was cold, as do many people. But I also had the feeling I was being watched. My heart sped up a little, and my breathing became ragged. I decided that I needed to stop, my legs were aching and I was trying to catch my breath. I still had the feeling I was being watched, so I decided to crouch by the end of a tree. I was covered by leaves, so hopefully whatever was stalking me, would not be able to find me. I took deep breaths, and tugged at the jacket around me. I desperately needed warmth right now. I heard the snap of a twig, and another, it sounded like whatever was stepping on those twigs, was coming closer. I tried to hide myself further into the tree, but there was nowhere else to go. Why was I so stupid, coming into a dark forest at this time of night?

''Well, hello there dear, what's a beautiful girl of your age doing out here all alone. There could be danger out here you know sweetheart'' I began to panic, and as I have mentioned, I am not one to panic. I tried to find the person who was speaking to me, but all I saw was darkness.

''W...where are you? And why d...does it matter why I a...am out here alone?'' I sounded so dumb. Did I seriously just answer a man who could be a potential killer, and then tell him that it doesn't matter that I'm out here alone, wow, real smooth Olivia!

''Feisty one you are. I like them feisty. Oh dear, I'm right in front of you, and I was just curious as to why a gorgeous girl like you was out in the big bad forest all alone'' With that, he appeared right in front of me, like he had apparently been there all along. I couldn't make out what he looked like, but he had to be at least 6'1 or taller.

''I don't know who you think you are, 'dear' but 1. You were not in front of me a minute ago, 2. Do not call me gorgeous, for all I know you could be some rapist, and 3. I'm old enough to go wherever I wish, whenever I wish. So now, if you wouldn't mind, could you please leave me the hell alone.'' I have no idea why I was being so blunt and rude to him, but honestly, right now I didn't need this. Yes, he could be some killer, but wouldn't he have made his move on me by now?

''A girl with an attitude, sexy, I like you. When I like things, I get them. You're right my lovely, I could be a rapist, but wouldn't I have made an attempt at hurting you by now?'' He chuckled softly, before running a finger across my cheek, and pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I flinched away from his touch, how dare he touch me?

''Get your dirty fingers away from me. I don't care if you like me, because I will not be yours. So I guess I'm going to have to be the first thing you won't get, no matter how much you like me.'' My heart was beating faster; I can't believe I just said that to some stranger in the woods!

''Now, Now my dear, don't have that attitude with me. After tonight you will be begging to be mine. I wonder what I should do to you.'' He lent down, and ran his teeth over my pulse point on my neck. I tried to push him off me, but he wouldn't budge. I brought my hand up and slapped his face. He didn't even flinch. He growled. Could Humans even growl?

''That wasn't very nice was it Olivia?'' How did he know my name? He ran his teeth across my neck again, before licking my pulse point and slowly sucking on it. What the hell was he doing? Somehow I found myself moving my neck to grant him access.

''Oh, you like this don't you dear? I didn't expect to find anything of use to me out here, but look what I stumbled upon. Something that interests me, and you sweetheart, interest me a lot. So, I have some options for you.'' He pulled my chin up so we came face to face. It was still dark, so I couldn't make out much, but he had red eyes. The most unusual eyes I had ever seen. I didn't even think humans had red eyes? His lips trailed down my cheek, and across my jaw line. He planted small kisses along my face. Too much of my amazement, I enjoyed this. I'd never allowed anyone to kiss my before, this was so unusual, but god, it was good. I allowed a single moan to escape my lips.

''W...what are you?'' The words managed to come out, even if you could hardly hear them.

''Well my dear, I am your worst nightmare, but also your dream. I am in stories you tell your children, the things you are brought up to believe as fake, unreal, just little myths to scare innocent people. Might I add, you smell delicious, Vanilla and Anise.'' I could just make out him lick his lips. I heard him breath in my scent, like I was his prey.

''So, that didn't answer my question. What. Are. You?'' I raised an eyebrow, though I bet he couldn't see it. Sighing, I waited for an answer.

''If I tell you, you won't believe me. Anyways, I said I could offer you two options. Option 1, I kill you. Option 2, you become mine, and attend to my every need. If you choose option 2, you will have to go through pain, and also leave your world behind as you know it, so my dear, what do you choose?'' I shivered slightly, neither option sounded good, one way or another, they both turned out bad. I didn't really want to die.

''Tell me what you are, then I will answer you.'' I glared at him, whilst trying to make out his face, but still the darkness covered him.

''Fine, you win. I am a Vampire'' A Vampire, haha, he has to be kidding me. Like I would believe that, maybe he's sick? Should he be in some mental institution? He might have escaped one. Vampires don't exist.

''Wow, and I thought I was the crazy one. Honey, vampires aren't real. Now, where was the last place you were, before you found yourself in the forest? Did the sign say 'Mental Institution'? If so, I could help you.'' I snickered to myself, I can't believe this man.

''Oh, I amuse you. Well, I'm glad that I do. So if I wasn't a Vampire, then why do I have these?'' His lips parted, to show me fangs, actual fangs. I swear my jaw was on the ground by now, I knew for a fact my eyes had enlarged. Fangs, Vampires have fangs, humans don't.

''So my lovely, it's time to choose'' I started taking big breaths, not sure what to do in this situation. Closing my eyes, I tried to calm myself.

''I choose, option 2.'' I felt his arms lift me up, so I was standing with my back to the tree.

''Good option, I like that one. Now my dear, this may hurt a little.'' Hurt? Hang on, what was he going to do, I thought option 2 was me not dying? I felt him trail kisses down my face, until he reached my pulse point. Once again he licked, and sucked on it, and finally grazed his teeth over it. Before I had time to register what he was doing, his fangs had sunk into my neck.