The moon was covered by a cloud making it a little dark outside but inside it was warm, cozy, and bright. But you know what? That is very unfortunate for me cause I am not inside. No, I'm at the park, watching a satanic ritual. Why was I watching this? Is that what you're thinking? Well there are many reasons. For one, I was in love with the high priest. Two, I am kind of part of the ritual. Three, I couldn't get away from them fast enough. They had come and got me from my house at midnight. Midnight, when I was supposed to be sleeping. They pinned me to the wall of my room and tied my hands. The gag they put over my mouth smelled like cat blood and tasted like sour milk. Okay so it was the high priest who was doing all this to me, but do you think that changed the fact that I was being tied up? NOOOO!!!! I was bound and gagged. I didn't even get to say," Polly." No they couldn't even let me tell them I would go quietly. Even though I wouldn't, I could still say I would. Hey you can't blame a girl for trying.

So there i was waiting for them to sacrifice me to satan and all that when I heard a soft whisper in my ear. You know like one of those whispers that the girl in a horror movie hears right before she figures that the murderer is after her. It sounded somewhat like one of those but I knew better than that. I had already been captured by the bad guys.

"Hey, listen, I know how to set you free. All you have to do is come with me," it said.

All I could do to acknowledge it was nod frightened. It kissed my cheek and was gone within a flash. Then someone walked into the clearing infront of them. One of them screamed but other than that none of them made a sound. It was a man, and he looked annoyed.

"How many times do I have to tell you don't kill in my park?" he growled.

The man was very old looking and smelling very bad. I could smell him from over by the swings. He smelled like old retirement homes. The ones where the smell of baby powder was overwhelming but it's not the good kind. It's the kind you don't want to even send a bad person to because no human being (no matter how bad) doesn't deserve that. I wrinkled my nose it had over powered the cat's blood oder.

Suddenly without warning a second figure swooped into the clearing and bit down on the old man's neck. It dropped him seconds later and turned toward the ritual. This time it had stopped completely. Everyone seemed to be on edge. The figure was male, he looked about six feet tall. His eyes were a deep blue and his hair was as black as a ravens feathers. His pale white skin outwhited fresh snow.

"I hate the taste of old people," he spat," they taste like soap. Who wants to be my new victom?"

He looked at me and tilted his head. Then he laughed, a malitously evil laugh that only the hot bad guys had. But I recognized his voice. If you brought it to an slightly lower tone and took out the evil sound in it then you would come up with the voice that had whispered in my ear.

"She is way too pretty to be used for your cause, Jackathan. I am ashamed of you. Getting such a beautiful girl to serve as your sacrifice, tisk tisk. . . tisk. I will take her, cause she has the perfect neck. And she would be better off like me," he said his eyes narrowed,"besides this is a waste of a perfectly good meal."

My eyebrows raise, out of the non-vemonous snake pit and right into the ravinous lion's den. Perfect, just my luck. Why am I always the one to get into trouble? I cannot even believe my luck.

He walked over to me, threw me over his shoulder, and began walking away from the satanic group. When the high priest's voice rang out. The man turned toward him like a lion toward his prey.

"Wait. . . why take her when you could have one of us? We are properly more suited for this cause," the high priest called.

"Good question," he answered and turning away without answering.

"Why?" the high priest yelled.

He continued walking, and then (without warning) he began to run. Into the darkness we fled. Somehow I knew my heartbeat probably wouldn't be there in the morning and I would be dead. Finally he set me down on the ground infront of a rather large set of doors. He chuckled.

"Would you like me to untie her master?" a little girl asked when we got inside.

"Yes, Briannette," he said and sat down in a large throne-like chair.

She did as she was told and then left the room. Until then I hadn't noticed we had even been in a building. I sat there on the cold stone floor infront of the doors. He watched me, his head tilted to the right side.

Finally I spoke up," How did we get into this place without me knowing?"

"I used the window," he answered without humor.

For a minute he just stared. Then he got up and crossed the room. I bowed my head and sat quietly. He lifted my head, I noticed he was not smiling but staring at me in deep thought.

"Well, I can see they had already marked you for their sacrifice. A pitty those scars will be there forever. I can do nothing to help that," he said smiling," but if you keep bleeding you will die. And that. . . I can help. Just give me the word."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My name is. . . Leo," he answered mysteriously.

Leo bent my head to the side and bite into my soft flesh. I could feel the blood pour into his mouth. After a while I felt nothing. My whole body was numb when he stopped. He licked his lips and looked away as if ashamed of what he had done.

"There it is finished," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"You are now born anew. A vampire," he whispered.

I sat there staring into space. When I said my heart would not be beating I didn't think I would be able to function afterwards. Then everything went dark and I knew I had fainted.