Ch.1 Room for rent

In an window of an old Victorian house lay a little bakery. Mrs. Vampiars shop. Upstairs was a little room. A giant window sat on a huge wall, a mirror was sitting by itself, another hanging on the wall and infront of that a lonely red and grey chair. Me sitting in it. Sulking. A sad story went with this room and many deaths. But the most important was about to die.

He made me laugh
cry
smile

he told me he loved me
ad I loved him.
But he had a horrible secret.
One that would tear us apart.

My names natala sephora vampiar andhis is my life.



" honey come meet a contestet for the room above my bakery"
my mom called me from downstairs.
My feet reapeatedly hit the wood making a thumppi g noise.

A older man with red hair and blue eyes stood at the door. By the way that is not the man I wish to be with.
" aw " he said looking at me " what a young beautiful. Little girl"
I rolled my eyes but smiled poitely " I'm 18 " I told him.
" ok well we'll call you if you get the room " min told the man " hon" she addressed me "our next "contestet" will arrive shortly why don't you get something to eat"
she lead the man to the door" bye"
I walked into the kitchen calling to mom

" think that guy will own the place"
mom laughed" not a chance"
I smirked my mom was as great
" who is the next guy coming"
" I think you"ll like him, he's your age
his name is Damon beker"

I opened the fridge and grabbed the first thing I touched. I was greated by the cold.
Closin the door a celery stick appeared in my hand.I made a face ten walked to the covered. Opened it then pulled out a jar of peatnut butter.
Spreding it around then putting it back, I bit the veggible, not bad but not great.
" honey, he's almost here"
I put the vegi down and walked over to the kitchen door. I leaned on the frame.
Mom was already at the main door, waiting.

" ding,dong"
the doorbell rang and my mom imedatly anwsered it.
A young boy, my age appeared,
he had black hair that puffed at the sides and a white streak at the front.
Dull, sad brown eyes looked into mine.
I could tell me had been through alot.
Maybe it was his dull grey suit with blood frecked at the sides or maybe cause his hair was wet. I don't know. He was a mystery. He looked over at me and saw me studying him. His lips moved up into a tight smile but went back down into a dull straight line.
"so where you from" my mother asked
he didn't anwser for awhile
" London here, but I've been at sea"
he looked straight ahead as he talked
" is that why your wet" I asked
" kinda"
what about the blood"
he didn't anwser
my mother shook her head at me, then went back to her normal questions
" why do you want the room"?
" well... I'm a barber, I need a place to stay and a place to cut hair"

" ok , me and my daughter, natala"
I nodded my head at him and another thin smile appeared
" we will discuss this"
he nodded his head" k "

mom lead me to the kitchen until he couldn't hear
" I think we should give it to him" she wispeared
"he's kinda wieard" I told her
" he's been through alot he needs a place, and he setainly likes you"
" mom he's got blood on him"
" let's give him the room"
I sighed " fine"

we walked over to Damon beker. " ok" m om told him" you go the room tomorrow you can come with you stuff and ya"
" k" Damon nodded and walked out.
I gave mom a look with her reply as a shrug.