A wind blew in as my blonde hair flew in the breeze. I grabbed my aqua blue neckace my mother had given me for my 3rd birthday. I looked up at the starless sky and hissed slighty. "Where are you Chris?' I asked the wind. Chris, my brother, was hunting me. I know you're thinking "well that's rude" and "he's your brother?!" Yes. But he's not the monster here. I am. I'm the monster because not of what i did. But for what i have become. I glisten in the sun which makes me different. I don't eat real food or any thing at all. I drink what i don't have. I'm dead. I'm pale. I'm a blood thristy monster. I'm a vampire.
Would this be a book you would read? Please comment back. And also the girl in the picture is Violet. She's 10 years old and hurt. Her two friends are humans and her brother is out to kill her.
