Prolog 2

Long flowing hair, black as night, her skin pale and flawless, her lips plump and full, he was beautiful and she knew it, and she knew how to use her beauty to her advantage. With a simple glace she could stir the embers of desire in anyone, man or woman. She would never go hungry, she would never be poor, she was eternal, she was a God.

She ruled the streets of New York and everyone knew it. If anyone was foolish enough to even pretend that they could control her, in her city, they would be punished swiftly and without mercy.

Of all the vampires in the New York City area, she was the youngest, having been turned only five years before at the age of sixteen. But she was the most ruthless, the most heartless vampire to be sired in a century. She hunted only when she was hungry, and when she was dine, she ALWAYS completely dismembered her pray.

It was rumored that she was sired by Vlad Tepes himself on one of his VERY are excursions out of his Paris home. The older Vampires doubted this though, for it as said that all that he sired had To be tested before being given the "Dark Gift", a test that included weeks of brutal torture and starvation. An ancient rite said to strengthen the soul. a rite NO sixteen year-old could endure.

But no matter her lineage, the blood that pumped in her veins was the purest kind known to all vampires. So powerful that she could withstand the sun without so much as a light tan, and from the scorn on the church holy water etc.

She is known as the black Rose, Ruthless, powerful and extremely beautiful. And on this, the day that our story begins, Letha, the longest day of the year, she is wear no vampire would dare go, central park at 12:00 PM.

She loved the park at daytime, I was the peace in death she never had in life. She enjoyed watching families picnicking and ride their bikes though the park. Her visits to the park ere thinly thing that made her feel remotely involved in the mortal world He only flaw, she missed being human.

And on this day a change was to be made.

It was like any other day; She wore the loose fitting sweatpants and baggy tee that she favored when she wasn't hunting. Her long hair was pulled into a perfect but, and along with brown contacts and perfectly applied makeup, she could almost pass for a human. And even then her skin was so fair and pale that she had to keep her head down lest someone notice that her skin seemed to shine with an unnatural beauty. But of course some on did anyway.

Her name was Lolita Pern, A graduate of the nearby Brandies H.S. A very unremarkable girl with medium length brown hair and a VERY average body and face. No flaws overly obvious nor understated, She was perfect I a plain kind of way.

Lolita often walked through the park, always dressed plainly, without any makeup or jewelry. She was a ordinary girl, albeit with interesting tastes, Tastes that were a it exotic. She was a girl in search of change, And change is what she would get.

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