My very own creation.

Aurora hates herself. Hates herself for ways unimaginable unless you are one of her kind. She's seen the world in different ways. When she creates something she can't exchange or destroy, how does she handle the situation and does it stab her in the back. When she creates Bradley.


1. What am I?

For once in my life I would like to be normal. A normal, human, teenaged girl. I wish I was unfrozen. See, I'm a girl from the nineteenth century, eighteen hundreds type of thing. Been through the great depression, world war one, world war two, met some pretty cool people too. I'm stuck in the same form all of the time though, a trap is really what it is. I can't sleep so my days seem to just carry on endlessly, like a movie. You want to be like me, huh? No, you don't. I hate being what I am. The ice colored eyes that have replaced my silver. Silver to crimson, crimson to ice. The granite that has replaced my breakable, scent filled skin. The way my hair used to get all knotted up and hurt to brush out, doesn't happen anymore. Everything about me is perfect except for what I am. As I said before, I don't want to be this, this thing. I want to be a teenaged girl from the twentieth century, nineteen ninety at the least. I want to fit in, because all I ever do is move. I can't stay somewhere for long because they get so suspicious of me; how I don't change my appearance, how I always have the best of everything, how I never seem to age. Here's the thing though, I'm not changing my appearance or ageing. I'm stuck in this time in the same body as always.

Well, I might as well introduce myself before I come off as rude.

My name is Aurora, yeah like the Disney princess. Bouncy dark brown hair with now natural highlights, and perfect skin and tone that is pale as ghost. You already know about my sketchy eyes that I hate but love at the same time. I wish they could have stayed silver though, or turned a nice but different ivory color.

Truth is, I've tried to smash my head to pieces but I can't force myself that much. Held an ignited match to my skin so I could burn to death, well, execute myself. I'm already dead, just not deceased. I'm immortal, crappy life honestly. I envy the werewolves because they get to be giant dogs! Who wouldn't want to be a giant dog? Their rotten stench is disgusting though, so yes, I have exotic sense of smell.

I have a few things I can do. I can run at the speed of light, jump from excessive heights, I have master hunting skills and can kill someone and listen to their screams of agony as I watch them die for hours. A slow and painful death is a good way to watch people go, but it's also the way I became...this.

I've never actually turned a fresh blood before. A fresh blood is a human, if I turn a fresh blood to something like me, it'd be honorable, unforgettable.

You know what I am?

You really want to know?

Well...I my dear fresh bloods...

I am a vampire.


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