I am a vampire, and that is the truth. but the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn into ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. as to blood---as blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. I am often thirsty.

my name, at present, is Ella hart ---- just two words, something to last for a couple of decades. I am no more attached to them than to the sound of the wind.

wait what is this ish?  like who wrote this shit, like that not what am like at all, like whoever wrote the shit need to know that this Ella is not a psycho vampire that sucks blood, I have you know I'm a vegetarian vampire, like dude don't write my story 

author/me: really?! Ella  

Ella: yes bitch 

author/me: Ella! language

Ella: first you should know in my story that people are reading should know I say nasty words if you in the people who read this shit in don't like what I say can leave.

author/me: stupid I wrote your story

Ella: that explains why my story is so shity 

author/me: first language, second you thing you could do better than me go ahead 

Ella: all right I will in the next chapter

author/me: whatever