You know all those books and movies with the girls who are all innocent and sweet? Then one day the perfect guy comes along; the kind of guy who's strong and will love her deeply, and protect her from harm. He would fight to defend her honour against anyone who would try to harm her. That kind of story.

Well, that's not for me. Nope, I don't need any handsome man defending my honour. I can do that all on my own.

I greatly despise it when some guy comes following behind me trying to open doors for me or picking up my textbooks when they fall out of my bag. I leave them hanging like that hoping that they will fall out, not so someone comes and picks them up for me.

I mean they act like I'm not capable of doing it for myself like I'm made of porcelain.

Ugh, it makes me seethe with anger.

My names Emery. My names fit me very well. It means strength. I don't need anyone to fight my battles for me when I have all the strength I need.

I'm not an innocent girl.

I'm a half vampire.

Yeah, being a half vampire is pretty awesome and all, but seriously in this time, all the world is hyped up over a vampire.

Books and movies, all have their own little versions of the vampire world.

Sometimes I laugh at how close they get to the actual details. The old versions were completely wrong. But they are closer now. I also loved to laugh about how seriously ridiculous it all was when we are right under their noses.

But my mother constantly preached to me to keep my distance as best as I could. She was very afraid of someone finding out who we are.

My mother, Annabelle Carpathia is full on vampire. She was bitten not born. She doesn't age like my brothers and I do.

My two older brothers, Vince and Daniel who are 20 and 18, are probably the most idiotic people on the planet. Out of both the vampires and humans.

But I love them, we get along a lot better than most teenage siblings. They were my closest friends sometimes. Today we are moving. Again. Yeah, I've moved so many times in the young vampire life that I've lost count.

I hate it. But it's necessary. Unfortunate.

My mother doesn't age, so she can't stay in one place too long or someone might suspect something. She doesn't look a day over 28; it was hard to believe she had three teenage kids.

But since we didn't interact with other people much, we didn't have to move as much if we did. I don't keep many friends: There are not many people in high school that like a complete gothic lesbian.

Yeah, I'm a lesbian. I mean guys are, to me, only good enough to be friends. I like girls, so what. It's who I am, and I won't change that.

Though I haven't had much luck in finding someone, I'm kind of losing my faith in love.

I've seen so much of the world, and no one has caught my eye. No one that I feel that connection with.

Call me old-fashioned, but I'm Romanian, and in my heritage love is magical. And I certainly haven't found that magic.

And besides. No one would want me to begin with.

I'm just a gothic, half vampire, tomboyish freak!

Anyways, back to reality and no more self-loathing.

My mum drove the old four-door Chevy truck down the interstate. Her long jet black hair blowing around her from the open windows. I sat in the passenger seat. Yeah, I practically wrestled my brothers for it.

But hell, it was worth it to not be cramped in the back seat.

I had my earphones on my iPod in, Korn blasting through my ears. My pale arm hanging out the window.

I was okay this time with starting over. Glad of it actually. I had hated the last town we lived in and was desperately tired of it.

So when my mother said we needed to start getting ready to move on, I was silently grateful.

My mother began to merge off onto an exit. We drove a little while longer, the sun beginning to set. My night approaching. My favourite time of the day. Night.

As the sun finally sank below the horizon, my half vampire aura glowed for the night. My usually safely hidden vampire amulet began to glow.

It glowed a darkened purple. It had glowed this colour since I was eleven years old. Since my father was taken to prison...

We began to see the city lights and buildings. A sign passed us that said, Welcome to Bismarck, North Dakota.

"Wow, looks great," my mother said enthusiastically.

"The place is pretty big," Vince said.

I turned off my music and looked around as my new town flew past me. I would be exploring this place soon enough.

After a few minutes, Mum turned off the main street and onto a road with many houses.

She went to the very end of the road and turned into a driveway with a two-door garaged white house. That looked somewhat similar to the houses around it.

Lovely, I thought to myself, 'suburbia'.

"It's so nice isn't it," my Mum said happily getting out of the truck, me and my brothers following slowly.

"We've never lived in something so modern and nice."

She was gleaming at her new home. I knew she was happy. We all had worked hard for the money to buy this new house. Me, especially. Although, my mother didn't know what I did. It is a good thing that I'm a very good liar.

If she ever found out I was an underground fighter, she would kill me. And trust me, being mortal with an immortal mother has its ups, and more importantly, downs.

I sighed and began unloading the stuff we could fit in the back of our truck, as the mover's truck slowly pulled up.

Trying to fit into the dead-end circle, the mover guys started to unload.

I looked around at the houses and I could see a few nosy neighbours looking through their curtains.

A surge of anger flowed through me. I had a huge dislike of nosey people. It was in my nature. My fangs extended slowly, the usual outcome of my anger.

I had an urge to flash the gawking neighbours. But thought better of it.

It would be very foolish.

I then went on with unloading the boxes and furniture into the house. It was spacious. When you first walked in, you were in a hallway, to the right and left were carpeted staircases, and also two front rooms on both sides. Then going straight, you came to the kitchen and den. Upstairs were four rooms with their own bathrooms.

I chose the one at the end of the hall. It was the second biggest. I laughed when my brothers walked past me as I was already unpacking. They just glared at me but went on to fight over the other remaining rooms.

The biggest was our mother's and they knew better than to deny her the biggest. She'd kill them.

.........

I had to paint my new room. I hated white walls. I had painted it black.

After it was done drying, I had fixed my room the way I liked it. It took me a good four and a half hours. But I got it done.

I sat back on my bed and admired my handy work.

My walls were black, but they were filled with millions of posters, even the ceiling had posters on it. My purple curtains hung from the windows. I had black lights all over the room along with a few different colour strobe lights.

I had my pride and joy large flat screen hanging on the wall opposite my bed. Underneath, was a shelf of all my DVDs and my stereo system. My closet was filled with all my black clothes. My desk sat against the wall right of the door, a laptop I worked my butt off for, to do school work sat on top of it.

I didn't have much; most of the big stuff, I worked hard for. I just recently was able to get my family cell phones. They weren't anything big, but we needed something for us to communicate with, and for my Mum to have people from her job call her when they needed to.

Mum's cosmetic. She's trying to get her business bought, but it's hard. So for now, she working at a salon. She found her job about a week before we left. So she has it set up already. Just then, my brothers came into my room.

"Hey. Wow nice, like the black," Daniel said, looking around my room. "Want to go check this place out? It looks pretty lively, so I guess we shouldn't take the sky tonight. Better take the truck"

"Ugh can't we fly? I hate that truck," I said, getting up, ready to check out my new town. And an even more importantly, an underground location.

"You know what mum says," said Vince, and then all three of us recited my mother's words in a faux accent

"If the towns alive, then you must be too," we said, then laughed at our stupidity.

"Okay fine, just give me a few minutes to get ready," I said.

"Okay, don't take forever, I wanna go BEFORE sunrise!" piped in Daniel sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah whatever," I said as they walked out of my room.

I then began getting ready, eager to check out this lively new city.

I looked through my drapes out at the full moon.

My amulet glowed its dark purple colour. My excitement grew.

I was a creature of the night, ready to explore the stars that hung over this city.