• I couldn't remember any thing as a child, who my parents were... what life was... I was the most confused little girl, ever. All I new was my name.
    It was a snowy dark night and I was wondering the streets of Irichimu... I was 6 years old, and lost. As I was walking i herd a faint noise behind me. I ignored it, I think. "Hazel," I heard. I felt a little bump on my back. I flenched and started to run. I saw an old, abandon house. I bang on it's door. "Hazel," the noise crept closer. I screamed yet no one answered, not even in the other homes. As I banged on the door the it slowly opened with a eire cracking noise. I ran inside.
    "Hello?" I wondered around the scary looking living room. "Any one here--" I was interrupted by me stepping on something and it breaking... I looked down at my feet it was an old, dusty picture of a family. A boy, a girl, and the mom and dad. "Hello, hazel." I herd in front of me. I looked up quick. "huh," I breathed. It was a little boy in front of me. He looked as if he was 6 years old too. "Who are you?" I hesitated to ask. I blinked twice, it wasn't a boy, it was a man,"Oh, I'm sorry if you thought I was a boy. I'm Truman. I'm sorry to do this, but you look so... yummy...."
    As he began to smile he bared his teeth. Fangs... A vampire... I was going to scream, but before I could I heard to near by gun shots. The so called, Truman's eyes opened wide, bright red. He then collapsed. "Are you okay?" An angelic voice asked me. "Well are you?" I paused in shock of the dead bleeding vampire in front of me. "Um, yes." I answered finely. "Good," he sighed, "A disscrase to all vampires... Well, where's your parents?" he asked another question. "Who?" I asked back. "Come with me then..." He sighed. He then took my hand, I quickly buried my head into his side....

    To Probably be Continued....