Hope, what doe people think of when they hear that word? Angels? Salvation? Well when you now hear of the word hope lets us let a new picture enter your mind. Now let us continue with my story, I was born your average young girl with dark hair, my parents were both fair skinned and dark haired people. Where I was born as in a tiny village in Northern Germany. While growing up I learned that I truly had one love in life. Well two but when I was young only one. Music, but only certain kinds of music. Any one can sing a note but that wasn’t the type of music I fell in love with, it was the type of music that changed the way the world was and made people thing but yet it only effected us because of its lyrics of its cords. Ah such a beautiful memory I have of my first concert. That’s when I saw them live for the first time ever when I was 17. The band Rammstein became my new obsession and I learned every song and every not they played. But it was at their concert where I also fell into love with my second greatest passion. The dark, not the physical dark but the darkness and all that live in it. While at the heavenly Rammstein concert I met a boy by the name of Richard, he the introduced me to his friends who they all showed off quite quickly that they were vampires, but being me I thought it was fake. It was so easy now days to get the fake porcelain teeth and then the look was easy with hair and make up. I thought at the time it was cool to act like one but then I started thinking, could there really be undead walking among us? It couldn’t be real I mean they were only monsters and monsters belonged in fairy tales. The more I thought about it the more it scared me, what if there were things in life that no body knew about until it was too late. I was forced to put that though in the back of my mind because its effects on me. Soon I completely forgot all about it. For a few years after that I started living off with Richard and his friends, but soon it got to the point where we couldn’t stand each other. So I tried living on my own for a while, but that didn’t work out. I hate being on my own, no support no love no nothing. It was hard, so I began to travel looking just looking for a place to call home I guess. So there I am, on my own, scared of the unknown.
Then my life lead me to the night before Christmas Eve, it was cold and snowing fairly hard. One of those nights were most were at home with family getting ready for the holidays all in joy and spirit. But not this fallen angel, no i was there wandering the streets as usual with my head hung and about to give up. Thats when i met him, Krause. He was kind which was weird to me at first because normally people werent just kind to a girl off the streets. We talked, well actually I did most of the talking, he just sat there and listened. Then he did somthing rather unexspectant. He killed me, but as you can tell i didnt stay dead. After killing me he sired me, and i became what i am today. A monster among humans, what i feared so much so long ago. Apart of the darkness which i never even thought was real. But I guess i was wrong. Well here i am today, a vampire just wandering this Continent of ours for a home. Not just any home but my home. Even though i already have a home, sorta. Ive tried to keep in contact with my sire over the years and every once and a while he has a new childe who joins the "family". Im not really sure if i would call it a family but of course ive never really liked the whole family thing.Layout made by adreamer at CreateBlog.com .
