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Prolouge

�Danielle, there is something I must tell you.� Adrien
whispered holding her securely in his arms.
�What is it, Darling?� Danielle replied lazily, happy
being together with her love on this warm summer
night, with all the stars smiling down on them and the
night binding them together forever. Danielle was a
happy child all her life but always felt she belonged
to the night and loved and admired it mysterious
beauty. Almost like the mysterious, strong, handsome
man holding her and the night beauty and unusual
strength she new was in her own blood.
�I have to tell you some thing.� Adrien whispered his
eyes and tone serious.
�Yes?� Danielle replied pulling her self from his arm
to face him.
�Danielle, I love you with all my heart� Danielle
opened her mouth to reply but he silenced her. � But
I�m am not who you think I am.� � I am not what you
think I am.� He paused and took a long deep breath.
�I am a vampire.�
�A real vampire?� she said horrified. Slowly inching
away.
�No, please! I love you and we can be together for
all eternity. I can change you.�
�NO!� Danielle screamed as she leapt up and began to
run.
�You will be mine! You will be one of us!� Adrien
screamed after her. He sat down silently and watched
his love disappear into the distance, cursing himself
for losing his temper and for losing her. �How could I
have done such a thing?� he questioned himself
furiously. Silent tears breaking his controlled
emotionless mask he had learned to keep so long ago.

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Moonbeams lit her pale skin as they fell across her
face. Her eyes like deep wells, holding many evils and
secrets. She sat in the darkness of the woods rocking
back and forth as tears of rage, fear and hatred
streamed down her face. �What have I become, what have
they done to me?� She sobbed hopelessly.
A cruel mocking laughter filled her head, a laughter
that did not rustle the leaves or disturb the night
air. �Why what have I done? I have given you a gift, a
gift beyond your wildest dreams my dear, my
nightchild.�
�NO! No, please say it isn�t true, please,� she
pleaded with her mind �Say I am not what I know I must
be.�
�And deprive you of such power, such strength. I can
not deny you that. I can not deny you your
immortality. I would not even if I could.�
�No, I did not chose this fate! I will not be one of
you... you monsters!�
�Oh, but you are.� The voice was now a cruel, harsh,
mocking, whisper filling every corner of her mind.
�You will be one of the strongest, my nightchild. You
drank the blood; you have completed the
transformation. You are what you are, my
nightchild...�
�It is not so!�
�... you are creature of the night...�
�NO!�
�...You are a vampire.�

Then all was silent. The nightchild curled up under a
gigantic oak and sobbed. Finally she fell into a deep
enchanting sleep. Rain poured down from the cryptic
dark sky and the wind cried its mournful song as
silent black tears fell from above.

She awoke as the first pale rays of dawn touched her
skin. No, she did not burn. She fingered the silver
cross around her neck, she had not burned, and she had
not died. She sat basking in the pale mist of early
dawn when something drew her eyes to the ground where
she was laying. There was a bed of rose petals beneath
her. Not luscious deep red rose petals, but black, the
color of death the color of a vampire. She looked by
where her head used to lay and saw a perfect black
rose. As she picked it up it pricked her finger and a
single bead of blood fell to the ground. She stared at
the rose for what seemed like an eternity, as memories
of the previous night flashed before her eyes. She
dropped the rose instantly.
She remembered who she was and who she used to be.
Danielle, quiet and gentle. But she wasn�t Danielle
anymore. Danielle no longer existed.
�Who am I?� She wondered
�A monster, an evil monster!� her mind sneered
cruelly.
The wind rustled the trees and a vampire�s aura
filled the air. He looked at the ground where the rose
petals lay; they were no longer a bed. Now they took
the form of word. Three words that held her future,
her very essence. They read:

YOU ARE DEMETER

�What gives you the authority of giving me a name?�
Demeter questioned to the night air.
�Why you are my nightchild Demeter, I have the
authority to name you if that if that is what I wish
to do.� A voice responded as a sleek, black panther
approached her. Then suddenly there was no panther,
instead a tall; mysteriously hansom man stood looking
at Demeter. His eyes were identical to the dark holes
that were Demeter�s eyes. His hair was the same death
black. On his neck was a chain with a silver serpent
curling down a blood-drenched sword. His clothes were
all black leather, a shock on his pale skin. Around
his waist was a single dagger, a dagger once owned by
a powerful vampire hunter. Magical spells made covered
the blade, its powers fatal to any immortal creature.
This vampire was feared and honored by many of his
kind. His name� Adrien.
� Calm down my night chilled and come with me,� Adrien
whispered. �Come with me to New Havoc. There you can
rest and fed, there I can protect you�
�I do not need your protection� Demeter snarled.
� Demeter, so na�ve, you wouldn�t last in the world
without me. You may be strong later, but you are weak,
weak and foolish. You are nothing now, and you will
never be anything without me. Remember that Demeter,
never forget it.�
� I don�t need you now and I will never need you � you
monster!�
�How dare you.� Adrien whispered. His voice wreathed
with anger. Suddenly Demeter felt a heavy force press
against her mind and she flew back and slammed against
a towering tree. Everything in her body burned. She
looked up at Adrien and saw a look of deep
concentration on his face; his insane laughter r
filled the early morning air. Then he wasn�t in front
of her and the air became still and cold. She couldn�t
move, a warm moist breath brushed her neck. Something
cool and smoothed sliced across her shoulder. A
trickle of blood ran down her arm as unbearable pain
seared through her body. Her screams rang through the
trees and rustled their leaves.
�Do you like that?� Adrien chanted �weak, foolish
girl. You will heal but the scare shall remain for all
eternity, in which you will never die. It is a
reminder of your weakness foolish girl. Remember that
never forget how weak you were. This scare will show
the rest of our kind how weak you are as well.
Remember� And he gazed down at her for a moment and
then he was gone.
Demeter sat curled up under the tree clutching her arm
as and ocean of tears of fear, rage, pain and
helplessness. Soon all she could feel was the
ever-painful wound on her arm and all around she saw
the deep red blood and without thinking she licked it
off her arm until the bleeding ceased. Soon she closed
her eyes and slept.

She slept for 3 suns and 2 moons, on the third moon
Demeter awoke. She felt sore lightheaded, dizzy, her
vision blurred. She new what she had to do, what her
body and mind craved. She knew it without thinking. I
went against everything she knew and trusted. She had
to feed.
Demeter changed into a dove; a sweet innocent white
dove, and flew to a small country town nearby. The
dove landed behind a little cottage and then instead
of a dove there stood Demeter.
�I will not!� Demeter demanded forcefully to herself.
Fighting against her hunger. �I will not!�
�Oh yes, you will. You must.� Adrien�s voice entered
her head. She felt the full weight of his mind
pressing into hers as he mysteriously forced her up
the steps into the cottage.
�I will not! You can not make me.� Demeter yelled with
her mind.
�You will Demeter and yes I can make you do anything.�
Adrien�s voice answered in a calm and forceful
whisper. Demeter�s footsteps echoed as she slowly
crept up the porch stairs. She silently walked into
the house. Mustering her strength Demeter stopped and
looked around, the house was still; nothing stirred
the silent night air. Demeter opened the door and she
walked into the first room unable to control her
actions for she had lost almost all control of her
mind and body to Adrien. It was a small room and a
tiny bed sat in the corner. Lying in the bed was a
tiny girl with adorable blond ringlets that fell
across her face. She was no more than four years old.
The girl reminded Demeter of another little girl named
Daniel, but Daniel was dead now. Tears from those
memories cascaded down her face as she mustered the
rest of her strength to turn away and found there was
no restricting force; Adrien did not control her
anymore. She was about to step out the door when the
low lulling thump of the girls heart pushing her
sweet, thick blood through her body made Demeter
turned around and see the thick vein filled with
creamy, sweet blood in the girl�s neck. Demeter could
taste its richness and sweetness on her tongue. She
advanced slowly loosing all control of her mind and
body to the bloodlust. Her lips touched the girl�s
soft flesh as her fangs sank into the vein. She drank
the syrupy blood and slowly drained the girl�s life
away. The little girl didn�t move or even struggle she
was unconscious the whole time. When Demeter finally
pulled away the girl was dead.
Demeter stood there her eyes wide with fright. She had
just killed someone. How could she do something so
treacherous to that poor, sweet, innocent, little
girl? How could she lose control like that? The
bloodlust so powerful it fogged her mind. She cursed
herself for what she had done. Demeter silently
slipped out the door and collapsed, sobbing silently
to the forgiving earth and the wise moon. The
moonbeams fell across her making her tears sparkle
like sapphires. A dark shadow fell across her. She
glanced up only to see Adrien, his strong handsome
figure silhouetted against the silver moon. Her heart
and mind battled with feelings of hate, rage and
humiliation. Demeter gazed at him for an endless
moment before collapsing. Adrien picked her up and
held her in his arms admiring her delicate beauty
before using his mind to bring the both of them to his
home in New Havoc, a city where vampires and witches
duel and humans become their worthless game pawns. New
Havoc is a city where power means everything and
usually is the difference between life and death, the
city of the living, the dead and the immortal.
When Demeter awoke she found herself in a dark room,
the only light was the moon and the stars shining from
a window behind her. She looked around and found her
newly cleaned pink tank top and jeans lying neatly on
a chair nearby. Demeter turned over in bed and saw
Adrien gazing out the window, the moonlight lighting
up his muscular body. Demeter�s heart skipped a beat
as she watched him lying there.
�Oh, you�re awake.� Adrien said calmly � you passed
out, so I brought you back here, to my place. And you
shouldn�t start yelling you�re not up to it yet.�
�No, sorry.� Demeter uttered, embarrassed � and thank
you.� She added trying to sit up.
� No don�t.� Adrien insisted rushing to Demeter�s side
� you will hurt yourself.� �Lay still for a few more
minutes, then you should be fine. I�ll go get you
something to drink.� Adrien stood up and headed to the
door. �When you are stronger then you shall heal
almost instantly.� He added as he left the room,
closing the door quietly behind him. Demeter lied
there for a minute and found that she was perfectly
fine. She stood up to make sure she wasn�t imagining
this. As she stood up she found she was dressed in a
long, elegant, black, silk gown. She twirled around
admiring its beauty when she noticed the scare on her
arm, and she remembered Adrien�s words: �the scare
will remain as a reminder of your weakness for all
eternity.� Could that possible be the same person she
wondered. Demeter picked up her jeans and under them
she found her comb and some makeup that had been in
her pockets.
She opened the door and walked out head held high and
truly looking like an evil creature of the night, a
queen of the darkness, a vampire.