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I've been dying to do a story with a vampire theme. It's been hard to figure out how to approach it without being to cliché that is. I hope you like it.

Spencer's POV

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If there was one thing I could agree on was that being a vampire absolutely…sucked.

All the glamour about blood-suckers who wore dark clothing and we're seductive was a load of nonsense and fantasy. What most people don't realize is that vampires do exist and in great numbers. But were nothing like the vampires in the movies and books. We're as normal as any other mortal human. We eat, sleep, go to work, feel pain, and pretty much what any mortal would do and feel. We also look like normal mortals; we did not have pale skin and red eyes like in the movies. We blended right into modern society.

Sunlight and garlic don't hurt us on bit, just made up superstitions. A stake in the heart…would hurt for sure, but we would have a better chance of survival from it then a normal man. But that doesn't mean were invincible. No way, we are as much as vulnerable as mortals but we do have a few tricks up our sleeves.

We can run faster and were stronger then mortals and have the ability to hypnotize people, but some have been known to shape-shift but that's a rarity. I myself have the ability to fly. I have giant bat wings which disappear into my bat at will. Not too shabby if I do say so myself.

But as for the most important point…feeding. Ah yes the drinking of human blood. We actually take blood from hospitals and blood banks. A lot of vampires are doctors, so we have sort of a blood black market that we all run and help. It's safe, secret and a lot smarter than killing people left and right. We'd be exposed in a heartbeat.

I've been alive for about two hundred years. I was turned at the age of twenty-three but a powerful vampire that saw me walking down the street to go home and then in seconds had been pinned to a wall and his fangs in my neck. He drank too much and I almost died. After that he felt extremely guilty and spared my life by turning me. Since then he had been my guardian and master. In the old ways of the vampire, as it's called, a vampire of a higher status takes in younger, more vulnerable vampires like me as their own. They teach them how to defend themselves, how to live in society without anyone suspecting something, and so on. We are called childes, because we are young and need to be taught the ways of the vampire. Usually a childe would remain with his or her guardian for several centuries. I'm still young, in vampire years that is.

I lived in a small apartment not far from where I work, as an FBI agent. I loved my job and loved being able to help the world, one killer at a time. My guardian, who is named Vincent, would always visit to make sure I was feeding and training my powers. Unlike other guardians, whom I would heard are abusive and horrible, Vincent was patient and a good friend. I always trusted him just as he trusted me. Like a second father or something, to be honest I hardly remember my real family. I left them after I was turned. I remember I was part of a wealthy family in France. My mother was beautiful with long blonde hair and my father was a man of confidence. That's really all I remember, even with my so-called eidetic memory.

This world is now so different. It's large as it is also extremely small. Villages and towns with soft green hills around them were now cities made of metal and rock. Technology made almost anything possible, as my friend Garcia has proven time and time again. The world was now at a fast pace and never stopping. So much to learn and so much to do.

Tonight was a normal night in Quantico, Virginia. Vincent was coming to visit with some bags of blood to drink. To be honest, I haven't gotten used to drinking blood, even after all these years. I would really drink the bare minimal to keep me alive. Vincent hasn't been too pleased about this because it has rendered me very weak and my powers won't develop without it. I even, for a time, drank only animal blood to try to avoid drinking human blood, but animal blood makes vampires very ill. Vincent had to watch over me for two weeks while I was in bed, stark pale and too sick to wake up or move.

After that I started to drink human blood, too much of my dislike.

I was sitting on the large window sill, looking out at the night sky, when I saw Vincent coming out from the shadows.

"Can you ever knock like a normal person" I asked. He chuckled, "I kind of like be a bit dramatic with my entrance."

I laughed as well but when he took out the blood bags my laughter stopped and my body stiffened. I looked away from him.

"Spencer please…you will become ill again if you don't eat. Not only that you're as weak as a baby because you're not drinking enough" he said as he handed me a bag.

I took small sips and grimaced, blood tasted nasty to me. To others, according to Vincent, blood tasted like the finest wine. To me it tasted like putrid death and rat blood. Vincent was surprised by this at first; no vampire has ever found blood unpleasant. Still for the sake of his childe's health, he kept pushing me to drink.

After a while, I finished my bag but I still craved more and it sickened me. Vincent sighed and I held my head in my hands.

I hated being a vampire with all my heart and soul. I wanted to be normal, so I can live a life and then die, with my friends and family gathered around me as I lay dying. All my family is dead now, so it doesn't matter.

Nothing matters now.

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