I would die for him,I would happily take my life for him,if it stopped him being killed.
Unfortunatly I didn't have to,I had to keep a secert that could kill me.
I knew the risks but trying NOT to die and save a vampire is pretty hard to do.So I try to avoid the saving the fuckin' vampire job.
I have the worst bloody life ever.Born into a family that so happened to owe a lot of blood to a rather hungry vamp clan,they died and now I live under the wing {Or is it fang?} of the kindest vampire ever {even though he can be very annoying.}
Rune Charlsworth is my hero{or is he da bad guy 'coz he's a vamp?}anyway he saved me and what do I get after helping him for 13 fuckin' bloody years?????


3. 25th December 1864

"Good morning Violet."Rune smiled,I opened my eyes and I knew it was Christmas day,Rune would have done somthing special,last year it was rum cake for breakfast.


"I want to tell you a secert today and you can do what ever you like with the knowledge."

He told me the secert and I fell out of bed,he laughed at my clumsiness I quickley grabbed hold of the nearest thing to defend myself with and I was laughed at again.I looked at my hands and a piece of mistletoe was there.



I didn't get what was so funny,I just got told the the man who had saved me was a vampire and he was laughing!?!


"I'm so sorry I just want you to know you are safe."He laughed,I guess I should explain the name,he had named me Violet because of my hair colour,it was naturaly a deep shade of violet and my eyes were the same shade.


I sighed and ended up laughing along with him,I sat down on the bed,looked him in the eyes and nearly slapped myself.But I didn't I simply asked about his culture and he understood perfectly what I ment.


My lunch time I was wearing my new lace neck guard with a metal sheeth underneth it.But lets just say Rune had a little drink before the collar went on.I was dressed in my collar and a beautiful black lacey gown.I sat at the table waiting for Rune's family to arrive,when they showed up I greeted them and behaved myself.


But there was a man at the table I recognised,the man who had slaughted my mother and with the look in his eyes,I knew he knew I knew he was a vampire.And he was not on Rune's family tree.....

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