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It was a dark evening; the sky was a deep navy with twists and swirls of dark purples and opaque black, blending and mixing together creating exotic shapes in the sky. Along the landscape of the vast skyline a manor stood solitary and alone; the only blemish in an otherwise perfect canvas. The top of the magnificent building stood tall and proud, reaching up as if it was trying to capture the stars and moon, which sparkled just out of its reach. Light filled up the gigantic windows of the castle giving it an eerie yellow glow which contrasted greatly with the shadowy night sky. The lights could be seen across the hills and fields surrounding the building looking very much like two sinister eyes. From this grand manor a long, thin, bendy road ran from the front of the mansion and down towards the small town of Sunnydale.

Along this road a young girl walked, her feet dragging along the ground in an effort to keep moving along the muddy path. A dark, velvet, green cloak was wrapped around her shoulders to keep her body warm from the piercing cold wind and hung around her ankles the bottom of it was covered in mud, her golden hair lay matted against her shoulders from the rain and occasionally whipped round into her face. Her white dress was ripped along the hem and on her left shoulder; the rest of the garment was covered in blood and mud staining the beautiful lace.

She walked with a wavering determination along the narrow pathway up towards The Crawford Mansion and away from the town of Sunnydale stopping every now and again, the moonlight illuminating her way. The Crawford Mansion was a place that the people of Sunnydale dared not travel to or call upon, for horrific rumours circled the manor causing great fear. It was said that a large amount of peculiar people lived there. People that did not venture outside the mansion during the day and chose to remain secluded from the townsfolk.

The young girl of course knew the truth behind these rumours and knew the true identity behind the mansion's inhabitants. Vampires. It's true they do exist, they're not some magical creature that the parents of the town made up in order to stop their children from being naughty and causing trouble. She should know, because she was also one. A vampire herself. Realising this train of thought was only going to cause her grief she kept on walking making her way slowly up to the manor so that she could tell the people residing inside her troubles and ask them to help her.

The wind struck her face hard; she could almost hear him on the wind 'Filthy little whore.' 'You're a pathetic excuse for a childe.' The combined pain of her old sire's voice and the brutal sting of the wind caused her emerald eyes to water. Tear tracks slowly made their way down her face mixing with the rain and her blood from where he cut her face.

She reached the rusty iron gates which guarded the mansion, she pushed them forward and after hearing the cliché screeching of the hinges she walked through them and up towards the entrance of the mansion where she was greeted by the door man.

He was your average man, brown haired and medium height. Average except of course the fact that he was a member of the undead. He led her into the entrance hall of the enormous house, the heat of the room spread across her skin like fire, warming her lifeless skin, warming the muscles after being in the freezing cold night. She looked around the room she was in, it was exquisite; high ceilings, plush blood red carpet and a rich mahogany staircase leading to the next floor.

"How may I help you" the doorman enquired after closing the door behind the girl, he was dressed in a crisp black and white suit with white gloves adorning his hands which were folded in front of him, the very picture of an attentive servant.

The girl replied in a small tentative voice "I'm here to speak with the Master."

"Very well, if you would just follow me" he then proceeded to lead her through several doors and hallways, his footsteps making little noise of the thick carpet. They came to a set of large double doors at the end of a corridor "Please wait here."

The door man then continued through the doors alone leaving the young girl on the other side. She glanced at the empty hallway around her, the deep moss green gave the hallway a cramped, suffocating feel that made her feel as if she was in a completely different world to the one she was raised in as a child. She was startled out of her thoughts when she heard the door open and the voice of the doorman "If you will please step in here Miss".

She did so, feeling very much like a lamb going into the wolf pen despite the fact that these wolves in the room were the same as her. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the vampire in the middle of the room, he radiated power and strength, practically demanded it. He sat in a high-topped wooded chair; he was in game face, his bright red eyes stood out against his pale white skin. A red headed woman rested at his feet, stroking his leg, too suggestively for it to be innocent. There must have been at least ten vampires in the room and all of them had their eyes trained on her. She swallowed trying to relieve pressure on her dry throat.

"Welcome childe, to my home." The Master said "Please tell me why is it you have come here?"

The young girl hesitated, thinking of how to put her plight into words, at a loss she just replied "My name is Buffy and I am in need of a new Sire."


So this is my first story, any hints or tips you guys have would be great! Thanks for reading more to come soon!