April 1931

Once again I am moving towns, these days I get so lonely I just wish there was more of my kind that I didn't have to pretend, to fight who I am. I'm in this black Cadillac Victoria Coupeand the smell of humans every where. I am going to my supposed uncle who I have never met and my dad kept me as a secret for years from the rest of the family. One of my better plots if I do say so myself! I sit back and let my glossy brown hair be blown by the warm summer winds and as it dances around my stone cheeks I pretend to sleep as I remember my past.

(All you Renee lovers, in this story she is not he mum because she could never be that mean!)

It was autumn and just a few weeks after my 18th birthday my beloved mother runs away into the woods with a mysterious person hot on her heels, she was sick with my father telling her what to do all the time and when a rich handsome man said that he could grant her everything she had dreamed of, she went for it. I thought I'd never see her, never hear her tinkling voice as she sang while doing chores and would never be comforted with her warm hugs when I was sad. Then, just weeks from my 19th birthday she returned. She was not the affectionate mother I had grown up with, she was skinny and pale with huge bags under her eyes. I did not see those though, all I saw were her eyes, a deep scarlet. There was a flash and she was at dad, ripping at the sleeping figure with her shinning white teeth that were covered in his blood. She then smiled as her scarlet eyes turned a bright crimson then she turned to me. She bit down hard, her sharp teeth digging into my collar bone. She then withdrew, with an awful look on her face, as if suddenly realising what she had done. Then she was gone.

I crawled to my dad and waited to die as I hugged his lifeless body. Then the fire came. I didn't scream; I didn't want anyone to know that I was in pain; I vaguely remembered being taken to the mortuary without a second glance. That was when I realised that I wasn't going to die, but become something else. I was becoming like my mother but I would never do that, never hurt someone, never kill a person. As the fire died inside me a scruffy tabby cat slinked in and my hunger took over.

That was 50 years ago and I'd stuck to my last human wishes. I now killed only animals and tried to blend into the humans' as much as possible while moving to different places every 5 years.

I stopped my daydreaming when I felt the air stir and a warm quite yummy sent blow up my sensitive, pale nose as a young porter tried unsuccessfully wake me. I fluttered my pallid eyelids and slowly sat up.

"Are we here?" I asked in my sweet tones.

"Yes miss, if you would like to follow me." The Porter stammered and dragged my bags to the counts mansion. I'd forgotten how grand English mansions could actually be. I entered the extravagant hallway with guilt frames lining the dull green walls. A small, sweaty man with green piggy eyes and matching suit stood in the centre of the hall and ushered me over. "You must be tired after that long journey, please, come with me to my office and we can have some hot chocolate." His low voice rang in my ears but I ignored it and simply asked whether I could be shown bedroom as yes, I was very tired. He nodded and a servant with huge blonde ringlets showed me to my room. It was modern and tasteful nothing like the inelegance of downstairs. Just how I liked it, I undid my dark purple velvet travelling coat and the white satin dress underneath seemed to flow like an endless river down my body to the floor were it stopped abruptly. The moonlight that filtered in just added to the beauty of it all. Too bad I was too thirsty to care.