I was only nine when vampire became real. You must be asking what I mean by this, well, what I mean is that before this, vampires were only fictional, only to be read in book and seen on TV, they practically popped out of no where but there they were, amazing creatures known for their immortality and beauty… but what is a nine year old interested in that. It wasn't until I was thirteen that I understood. Humans and vampires lived in co-existence. A treaty was made, vampires would follow their King but human laws were made to restrict them. (We all know the basic no killing humans, no kidnapping, ect.) I guess, in a way humans feared them, we knew they were stronger, faster… better but none the less a chance was given to live in peace. Now this peace, I knew for a fact, wouldn't last forever but I had never imagined that the breaking point would be so close.

I cried. All that I remember was crying but not anymore, there are no tears left. After all we had gone through, how close we became he- he-. I knew the consequences of leaving the safety of my island while he was vicious and cruel. How would I come out of this situation –of living with him –if he kills innocent children just to get me out of hiding? Probably dead but it didn't matter, I had to protect these people and those children… it was my mission now and I would take it to my grave if I'd have to. Still I couldn't believe he turned from the caring friendly smart boy I knew to this- this despicable waste of life.

"Sary you don't have to do it!" cried my best friend.

"I do. That is why I leave you in charge of everything. You are now Lady of the Lake," I replied almost void of emotion.

She cried more. Would this be my end? This is my story: how I came to meet him and love him but better yet, it's the story of how I survived him.