Hi. My name is Lisa. In case you didn't know, I'm a vampire. I wasn't always a vampire. My parents were regular human beings. So was I. Until Rex, my mega evil boyfriend BIT me. He calls it "vampire kisses" I call it "downright evil". Me and him were at a house party and we kissed. He moved onto my neck and then... darkness. I passed out. When I woke up, I was surrounded by people. I didn't know them. Hey must have been from the party. I don't know. When I tried to talk, my mouth felt bigger. Like it had something extra in it. Then, everyone screamed and ran away. I felt my mouth and I pricked my finger on the sharpest thing I had ever felt in my life EVER. That's when I realised. They were fangs. My own boyfriend was a vampire. I couldn't believe he never told me. So that was pretty much how it happened
I'm writing this in my house. I know you're probably thinking *Well,duh. Where else* but actually, I'm very privileged to be in this house right now. It is home to Count Dracula. Now, don't get me wrong, that was a story that should be classed as fiction. He is real. Or was. He got murdered by a hunter. Lucky me that hunters don't really exist anymore. People don't believe in us anymore. We are just fiction. Ha. I'm anything but. My friend, Kate, is with me. She only just turned. She got blackmailed into letting them turn her. It was either that or her brother dead. I admire her bravery. Giving her freedom to save someone. Anyway, she is new to the house. I thought I'd give her a tour. There's 20 bedrooms. My room is where the very count himself slept. Though, I got rid of the coffin. I sleep in a bed. I'm not THAT cliché. I'm letting Kate sleep over. She'll get the guest room. I mean, one of them.
Thanks for reading. This is my first book so don't punish me if it's bad.