• Ever since I was a little girl my mom would always tell me the circle of life and I would always ask her; what is the point of life? My mom could never and will never be able to answer my questions. How do I know this; number one nobody knows and number two she’s dead. Unfortunately since the freak accident that happened to me back in 1989 I don’t care who’s dead or who is alive. I have always been a strange child since the moment I was born into this hatred world. My reasons; I love blood the taste, smell also the colour of it and I can hear the dead whisper into my ears. Back in 1989 I was visiting France, while I was walking by an old abandoned school I heard sounds coming from inside. In other words my curiosity got the best of me and I ran inside the school without hesitation. The first thing I noticed was there were no lights everything was pitch black. When I raised my head up to look around I noticed I was not alone, there was a scared young girl pouring out blood and a gorgeous man hovering over top of her. What caught my eye was the blood I wanted it so bad I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. With all my strength I whipped around and slammed into the gorgeous man that was hovering over the bloody girl. He snarled and grabbed me by the neck with his pale white arms, he place his lips onto my neck and slid his fangs through my skin. I remembered waking up and feeling the burning inside me I wanted to die to get away from the burning, I thought I was on fire. Another thing I remembered about that wretched day was screaming, whispering and snarling.