Where does one begin in describing themselves; their name? their appearance, their likes, their dislikes? I'm going to start where I suppose I should.

May 1, 1863. The day and year I was born.

September 30, 1882. The day and year I un-died.

My name is Sari Williams.

Now my appearance, I am 5'6", I have a now lithe build, thin but muscular, Brick-red hiar down the middle of my back, and silver eyes.

Likes? The color black, world domination, chaos, blood, alcohol, sex.

Dislikes? the color pink is horrid, I hate mondays, dresses, heels, drugs.

Dreams for the future? Find my Sire and chew his ass out for leaving me.

I'm betting you want to know who my Sire is, how we met, what what I am. Well be patient! I have an enternity to tell you the tale.

It all started on a monday, my family was very wealthy so we would go do to the pier and get ice-cream, chocolate, anything expensive. The one particular monday, I saw a man, a beautiful man, he was just staring at me. I of course, gave him a small smile and a dainty nod. I was a lady. Pfft, yeah right, I climbed trees, I wore mans clothing, I played football, I made mud pies, I was the girl shunned because she did what she felt she could.

Back to the man, he sent a nod my way and gave me a very sultry smile. My brother noticed where my gaze had fallen and elbowed me in the ribs.

"Really sister? Although, he is really attractive." My brother muttered. I grinned at my older brother fondly.

"Now Adamm, don't let mum and dad hear you say that, they may think you're queer." I teased.

"Bite me." He shot back. I licked my lips but sighed.

"Brother, I would, but alas, you are a relative to me." I said dramatically. I hadn't realized that while I jousting with my brother, the man had vanished, leaving no trace of himself behind.

For day, the man toyed with me, letting me catch glimpses of his face, his figure, moving through the shadows of th day. He tormented my dreams, even my waking ones. I only had a description and where i had last seen him. No else had, but me and my brother. Mum and dad thought we were both delusional and had us evaluated. I understood where they were coming from, but it would make more sense for an evaluation if only one of us had seen him, but we both did.

It was the next friday before I saw the man again. I was going to the evening market, the one down the street. Mum had given me permission and I took some money, never know right? I was picking out some fresh apples when the man showed himself. In teh shadows, across the square.

"Ma'am, do you see the man over there?" I questioned, pointing the man out. the woman quick;y nodded.

"They say his name is Angelus." She said.

"Age?" I asked.

"20 and 6."

"Damnit, way older then me." I mutter. the woman smiled my way before heading to her house. I grabbed three apples, two pears, three peaches, and some garlic. I noticed the light of the day was passing and I needed to make my way home. I turned away from teh market and only took a few steps when I saw teh man again. He beckoned me towards him, still hiding in the ever growing shadows.

Stupid little me, I went to him, curious and a bit frightened of the walk home. We introduced, before striking up a conversation.

"I live just down the street." I said, pointing to my very large house.

"And you're afraid of the walk home?" Angelus asked in disbelief. I gave a grimace and gave him a pleading look.

"there are demons around here. They prey on little ones like me." I said, fear leaking into my voice. "I seen one eat a poor girl."

Angelus patted my head, "May I walk you home?" He asked. I nodded gratefully.

"I would like that thank you Angelus." I wish I had never agreed to him walking me home, I wish I wasn't interested in this figure, I wish I had never met the vampire known as Angelus.

Why?

Because now, I'm a halfling.

Half vampire, All the strength, none of the weaknesses.

This really sucks.