Author's Note: Well here is a new fanfiction this time based on the vampire chronicles by Anne Rice. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR MY OWN ALL THE REST BELONG TO ANNE RICE. Please feel free to favorite or leave a review

Lying neatly under crisp white bed linen lay a beautiful, vibrant and creative seventeen-year-old who was well off in dreamland. Having just finished school six months before and not ready for collage she was working on her modeling career as well as other creative endeavors. While she lay asleep in a double bed in the center of the bedroom. Horse posters and celebrity pictures covered the walls just as you would expect every teenager girl would have as well as having pictures of her family and friends on their room wall. A chestnut wooden desk stood in one corner with piles of random books and papers some from collages which were interested in her. For now, the teenager lay dozing with not a care in the world about what the future held.

"mmmm" I groaned as my alarms piercing buzz rang out. I roughly sat up and rubbed my eyes as the piercing afternoon light glazed through the windows. I rubbed my hand through my messy hair as my eyes took a moment to adjust. I then got my lazy ass out of bed and headed to the shower to do my morning routine.

For those of you who don't know who I am. My name is Hazel, Hazel Blake now some of you might recognize me. I am an up and coming model as well as a girl who is branching out into other creative projects like photography. I live with my amazing aunt Michelle Blake and younger brother Nathan Blake. You might ask the question as to where my parents are and why am I living with my aunt. Well, let me reveal the answers to those questions.

Firstly my father disappeared literally the day after my brother was born leaving my mum devastated. So as you can guess never heard from him again and still haven't.

Then we go onto the tender subject of my beautiful mother who was tragically murdered when I was three and my brother was only a mere few weeks old. With my brother in the room when she was taken making the cops think that the person who took my mother want to kill her and only her. Making them consider it a crime of passion. To which her killer has never been caught. My mother was striking at 5'4 with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes and in the way one of the reasons I got into modeling as she was a model when she was younger and made Bruce Weber, a family friend and the chief photographer of Rolling Stone magazine among others who is also my godfather. One of my most cherished memories from my childhood was being held and cuddled by my mum when I was two. After my mother passed away my aunt Michelle took me and Nathan and raised us as her own with help from Mary, Nathan's godmother, and Bruce my godfather.

Like I mentioned my name is Hazel and I'm seventeen. Unlike many teenagers, I have finished school. I guess you could say I'm smart but not a geek as I have loads of friends outside of school from my drama club and other. However, the school was hell for me. Since I was quiet and creative to my school peers who was always drawing or writing and who never drank or partied. This, in turn, made me a primary candidate for bullies. Who jumped at the chance and started bullying what they termed to be the school nerd. It started to escalate once I secured a modeling contract thanks to Bruce. Even though I love modeling, it put me through a lot of shit during school as the bullying got far worse. It went from name-calling to physical assault. It got so bad that six months before I was due to graduate they attacked me so badly that I ended up in the hospital with a broken jaw, arm, and many cuts and bruises. It was there that I confessed to my aunt and Bruce about the bullying. As expected my aunt went straight to the school to find out exactly what was going on but the school said that it was nothing and refused to accept that bullying was going on in their school and that they had not noticed so Michelle pulled me out of school and homeschooled me for the rest of my education. However, that didn't necessarily stop the harassment and bullying as they lived quite close to me but it did the lesson the abuse as I did everything in my power to avoid them and it has so far worked but the fear of them attacking me again still remains. The bullying has left lasting scars including me being diagnosed with PDSD. I'm managing with the help of my friends and family.

It was during this period that I discovered The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice which had in a way been my saving grace as it helped distract me from school and the bullying. It was amazing to look through the eyes of vampires such as Lestat and Louis. I was fascinated by the book and so began to write to my four heroes from the serious Marius, Armand, Louis and Lestat in a letter from telling them about the struggles in my life and how they have helped me. I even put the addresses where they lived in the film as another way to make it seem more real. I guess you could say I was off in my imaginary land. I placed all the letters in a small brown box which sits on my bed. Each letter in a white envelope.

Like I mentioned before I am a creative and vibrant seventeen years old. I have long blonde hair and green eyes like my mother. I am 5'5. I have three tattoos which all mean something on my body. A Japanese tree on my back which means new life, a bird on my hip which stands for my love of nature and finally a music note on my shoulder which highlights my love for music. I also have a scar on my elbow that hides when I bend my elbow which is a direct result from the first time I was attacked by the bullies. As I mentioned I am a creative butterfly who loves drawing, drama, and photography. This has to lead to me joining NOYTC which stands for New Orleans Youth Theater Company. It is my home away from home as we have our own clubhouse in the heart of the city which I spend many fun times at. Most of my friends were in NOYTC as they got me and understood me fully. We have drama workshops every Saturday from 11 am to 1 pm and then hang out at the house afterward. We also fundraise and hung out during the week. We were like one big happy family and they have been there with me through thick and thin as I have been there for them.

As I got out of the shower I walked over to my wardrobe and decided to just go causal since I had nothing on that day. So I put on blue skinny jeans and a Guns N Roses top. I then headed downstairs to find out where everyone was at. However, on my way out the door, I noticed that on my desk the white envelopes were missing. My heart started racing as where we they? I raced downstairs to see my brother Nathan watching Top Gear while Michelle was in the kitchen making lunch since it is after twelve. As I walked into the kitchen Michelle turned to me smiling.

"Good morning or good afternoon I should say" "Want breakfast?"

"Sure hey listen did you see four white envelopes on my desk by any chance?"

"O you mean the four ones in that brown box"

"Yes"

"O you don't have to worry about them as I posted them this morning"

"You what!"

"I posted them this morning why is something wrong?"

"N...no," I said as I couldn't tell my aunt that i had written letters to four fictional vampires that were now in the post to some random place where the people who now received them would no doubt think I was cracked.

"Alright then here is brunch". She laid on the table and called for Nathan who came running in at the prospect of food being a fourteen-year-old boy who has hit puberty and eats like a horse at every meal. The meal that Michelle had nicely cooked for us was a mixture of both breakfast and lunch with sausages and rashers as well as salad and ham. We ate it and talked about random things. I then headed chill in the living room and draw. All the while thinking what a nutcase I must be sending fictional vampires letters. The rest of the day consisted of just chilling out in the house. Little did I know my life was about to change drastically in the next few weeks. I�3�Ƹ�