Sometimes you think to yourself, "I'm not any different from everyone else. I was born, grew up and will die." I however think to my self, "Will I ever be normal?" You may be thinking, why would she be different?I'll tell you why, I'm a vampire. Yes, like the ones from the fictional books and the movies. But doesn't always have the correct facts in.

My life hasn't been normal since the start actually. This is how it went:

Mother POV

"What shall we name her?" My husband stared down at me. In his hands was a fragile, baby girl, eyes squeezed shut. Her body was tiny and her head was like peanut. I took her into my arms and started to rock her. She was asleep, making small noises with her nose. I placed my finger on her tiny lips. I looked into her mouth being careful not to wake her. No fangs. Yet.

My mind raced for a name. It was hard to think of one right on the spot. I started to fumble with the soft, blanket she was covered in. It was like a shamrock green colour with a 4 leaf clover on the front.

"Clover, for good luck." I say, my voice coming out weak. Clover's eyes opened, showing her beautiful green iris. I felt my lips grow into a smile. "Yes, Clover will suit her very well."

A nurse came over to my hospital bed and looked at my body, worryingly. I sigh and nod my head at her. "You better go. They don't like husbands checking up on their wives after birth." I chuckle looking at the several nurses eyeing me.

And that's how Clover was born. I got out the hospital a few days later, just before we got a call from our manger. We are agents so when our manager calls us, we have to answer.

"You must go to a devil island and fight for the Penels ( Powers). At the moment they're in a war, which caused us to get involved as we are allies to the Penels. You must leave your baby here alone and set off at once. Do you understand?"

"But Clover is only a week old, and we will be gone for so long! We can't leave her! She'll- "

"She'll manage on her own. Her Vampire powers should keep her alive until you come back." He interrupts me. I decided to not argue and shut the call off.  I sigh worryingly and so does my husband as we wonder about what to do.

Clover's POV

By then my powers hadn't even started themselves yet so I wouldn't of survived on my own. But being the smart and intelligent baby I was, I had a plan.

That night my mama and papa were packing to go on their trip. I was in my cot, pretending I was sleeping. Once they entered their room, I made my escape. I crawled myself out of my cot, carefully, and hit the floor with a thud. I stayed where I was for a moment, hoping that they didn't hear it. Thankfully, no sound was heard.

I crawled to my mama's and papa's room. The door was wedged open, it was silent in there. They must of fallen asleep. I squeeze myself through the hole and make my way to an open bag on the floor. Once I got to it, I put my hand in the hole to check if nothing was in there. Food, water and torches.

I wedged my tiny body into the bag and zipped up the zipper. I already knew how to do this because vampires get already brainy brains. I even knew what 4x5 was. 20 duh.

Early that morning we set off. I did get some sleep that night even though it was extremely uncomfortable. I was praying that they wouldn't check on me when they left. Thankfully they left my empty cot at peace, knowing that if they went in, they'll wake me.

After several hours of sitting in the dusty bag, I needed some air room. I looked up to the zip of bag and tried to open it. But of couse, I couldn't open it from the inside. Suddenly my fangs came shooting from my teeth, causing me to squeal with excitement and fear.

Once I found out how, I used my fangs to un-zip the zipper and pop my head out the bag. It looked like we were in some kind of red, fire land. Arrows were scattered along the floor and you could see a billion bones. It was kinda like a battle field. Once I had a proper look around, I turned my head to the front.

Tiny little body's in the distance, were fighting each other with sticks and swords. Screaming and crying could be heard. Death was every where. Dust travelled up my nose. Oh no, was my first thought, realising that if I didn't hold my sneeze in, mama and papa would notice that I stowed away. Obviously being the 1 week old I am, there was no way I was going to be able to hold in a sneeze.

I let it out, sounding like a kitten. They stopped walking and their heads turned to me. I smiled innocently, but all I got was their angry faces. They ran to the nearest, broken up building and set the bag down.

"Clover! Why did you stow away?! It's not safe" Papa shouted at me. They continued lecturing me about when I grow up it will be dangerous that I'm adventurous, when a red figure snuck up behind them.

At that point I couldn't tell if he was good or bad, but afterwards it was pretty obvious which. Mama and papa didn't notice him when he picked up his sword and stuck it into their chests. They both fell to the ground, blood spilling out of the wound.

"Clover look after youself, find someone safe." My mama choked out, inhaling her last breath. Dead. Both of them.

I looked up to the devil, he was smirking and evil smile. I sat there, defenceless. He lifted his sword all ready to kill a little baby when a waft of air came past us and the devil fell to the ground.

His eyes shot open to where the wind was going. An 16 year old boy, stood there, amused of his attack. The devil was about to get up when the boy shot past again.

This time he cut the devils head, causing blood to come out. I sat there, speechless at what was happening in front of my eyes. The boy stopped in front of me.

"Dominic." Said the boy, reaching his hand out to me.

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Yes first chapter!! I hated writing the first part though.

So do you like Clover's past so far? Quite an interesting girl, also a bit funny. I think. I hope . Also I actually love Dominic from how I've planned him out, might actually be better then Peter in Hands Of Fire ( my other book).

Half term week is coming up so I might be able to write and maybe not. Also Valentine's day......no boyfriend yet.

I'll hopefully see you next week!

~Charlotte~