Vampires. A word usually only reserved for fantasy novels. If only that were the case. I'm Isabella Harrison and I'm 18 years old. I always thought vampires were only found in novels or TV. I'm the daughter of Drake and Dani Harrison, two of the most famous vampires ever.

My parents' love story is probably one for the history books. You won't find it on TV or in a novel. This is real life. For us, anyway. They met on the first day of freshman year, and like every famous romance, hated each other at first. They dated in secret for years, yearning for the day they could stop hiding their relationship. Then, they married after high school and had me a few years later.

And from what I've gleaned from my dad, who doesn't like talking about his past, their journey was not a happy one. See, my dad wanted to keep their relationship a secret. But hard as he tried, the truth eventually came out. Needless to say, that didn't end well.

My dad made some... enemies around the time he and my mom first met. And from what I heard, they did everything they could to tear them apart, including poisoning my mom. Sadly, my mom died in childbirth.

Apparently, when she got bitten by a vampire, traces of the venom stayed in her system. My dad has concealed the details of that story also. I'm getting off track, aren't I?

Anyway, that morning was pretty uneventful as far as mornings go. I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went to school. Thoughts of my mom plagued me as I walked. What was she like? I walk to my locker, and grab my books, heading for my first class. Not that I could concentrate; my mind was off in a million different directions.

After school, I head home, dreading the pile of homework awaiting me. As usual, my dad wasn't home when I arrived. He works as a teacher at the local high school and often gets home late. Though I tried to distract myself, my eyes drifted to the study beside my room, the door closed as usual.

Curiosity formed a knot in my stomach as I wondered what was in there. Dad went in there daily, and from what I could tell, stayed in there for a while. My curiosity got the better of me as I walk to the door and cautiously jiggle the doorknob. My eyes widen as it slowly creaks open.

To my horror, I hear the front door open a second later. My dad's voice echoes through the foyer. "Bella? You home?" I quickly shut the door and walk into the foyer, forcing my face into a netrual expression. My heart pounds as I imagine what's in that room.

Dinner is uneventful. Dad talks about his day and I force myself to smile and nod. Not easy when my mind is haunted by visions of Mom. Later that night, I get ready for bed, my mind racing, and finally fall asleep sometime around midnight.

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