I was never one for talking, so going to a therapist was new, awkward and just plain annoying-I never had any patients either.

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I sat in a big green chair. It looked fairly new and was quite comfortable. My mother thought I needed therapy because ever since my dad, brother and sister died 3 years ago I bearly talk and I lash out alot more then when they were alive. Ive always had anger isues, but they were never this bad. I mean, Im not a bully, but Im not an angle either.

"So how do you feel about the death of your family members?" asked Clare my therapist. She was tall and very prety, she had long carrot orange hair and green eyes, she had a grey profecianal skirt, a salmon pink blouse and black high heels. But she got on my nerves. I found she was to chiper. She always had a smile on her face and talked like I was 2.

All I did in return was stare her in the eyes.

"Ok! It would seem to me that you are not happy about it...Well," she continued and keeped that stupid voice and smile up. "your mother tells me you've been very reckless lately, fighting, partying and what not. Would that be because of your loss?"

I sighed."Listen lady! I dont like you and you pisse me off! I dont want to be here and you suck as a therapist! Want a little tip? Dont treat me like Im 2!" I got up and walked to the door. "And MAN do you look bad in salmon pink!" I walked out and slamed the door shut.

"Your done already Elizabeth?" my mother asked.

I glared and walked to my skateboard. I grabbed it and skated 'home'-wich really meant the abandoned park 5 blocks down my house. It was originaly a farm but they ended up making into a museum-but no one goes now- and a park.

I had broken in and made it my home. It was clean and looked like no one had ever left-at least on the inside, the outside truly looked abandoned. I was only sixteen so I couldnt officialy move out but my mom said if I keeped the place nice I could live in it.

I walked in and sighed. I sat on my bed and grabbed my viiolin. I played meany instruments: Guitar, piano, violin, fiddle, flute and the drums. I also sang but not really. I only talked when I got mad and didnt want to hear someone talk.

I started to play a melody that my father had loved. I would have cryed but ever since they had died I stoped having friends, crying, being a wimp, talking and being weak. I didnt like much anymore and disliked alot.

When I finished playing I walked over to the mirror and studyed myslef. I had long light brown hair that whent to my knees, blue eyes that were like dark diamonds, a slim face, big chest-that I HATED, average stomach and long buff legs and arms. I was wearing a black tang top that shoed half my stomach, a lime green sweater, neon blue guy shorts and neon purple, pink, blue, green, yellow and red skate shoes. I had a watch on my left wrist, black hair elastics on my right wrist and a neckles, the chain was silver with a red rose that was wilting and had some black, on the middel of it.

I sighed and walked away. It was only 8:30pm but man was I tiered. I walked to my bed but before I could sit I noticed a guy in the doorway of the house.

''Hey there sexy.'' He said. He had an accent I couldnt place. He was taller then me, wich was incredable cause I was 6 feet. His hair was black and whent down to his shoulders, it looked stylishly messy. He had golden eyes. If he wasnt so weird I would have made a comment like his but keeped quiet.

''What I dont get called sexy'' He grinned. He walked in and came up to me, circling and looking me up and down. ''Hmmm. You would be a good one. Plus your already quiet strong!'' Hi grin grew.

''A good one WHAT!?'' I asked getting annoyed.

He laughed. ''A good vampire of course!''

"A WHAT!?" I exclaimed

"A vampire!" He smiled. And thats when he grabbed me. All I saw before everything whent black was fangs reaching for my neck.