There are only three rules for your first kill.

• Stay calm, keep your head on.
• Be prepared for anyone, be prepared for anything.
• And always finish what you start.

‎ Born into a family of vampires, you have been overprotected your entire life. Despite them not being active for the last twenty five years, your parents have warned you nonstop about monster hunters.

Not only that, but all the things that come with simply being a vampire make your life impossible. Thanks to some pills that your parents lend you (that are actually just capsules filled with blood,) you have been able to maintain a normal life around humans. As normal as it gets for someone like you.

Micro dosing blood has been helping you for as long as you can remember, but their effect gets weaker as the days go by. They weren't meant to keep you safe forever, but for as long as you went without succumbing to your blood sucking nature.

Now, at sixteen years old, it's time for your first kill.

After some thinking, you decided that your victim would be Ellie Williams. She had only been in school for two weeks, but you were already pining over her, so much it was almost pathetic.

Just like your best friend convinced you earlier, you had successfully convinced Ellie to come to a house party that night. This was your perfect opportunity.

Even more perfect, you both were now stuck in a game of spin the bottle. Not even a minute later, you were making out with her in the pantry. That's it.

As Ellie kissed your neck and gripped your hips, your fangs pierced the side of her neck, your brain immediately ecstatic at the taste of fresh blood.

What you didn't know; Ellie had you all figured out. To your surprise, she's one of those monster hunters that your family warned you about, just as eager as you for her first kill. She pushed you back and stabbed your chest with a stake she kept hidden in her jeans, staring into your eyes as her blood ran down your chin.

"I knew it," Ellie muttered, slightly panting as her green eyes studied you.