Today the police have found another victim in an abandoned

Warehouse just off James Street. Police say it is the same

Person or persons who have been killing men, women and

Even children. Police still have no new leads as to the identity

Of the killer or killers. This has been the fifteenth victim in

The last three months. People in our great city are now arming

Themselves with guns, including this reporter.

Police say that they are doing everything in their power

To find who is doing this, and will let the public know

Of any new leads. This case is the police’s highest priority.

Anyone with any information about this case please

Contact Captain Gavin Frost of the 13^th Precinct at:

(316) 555-1313. Any information no matter how big

Or small will be helpful.

(Reporter: Houston Grove)

                            Interview with Faith

      Live T.V with Dania Blackthorn

                                         July 31^st, 3003

      I’m going to tell you all about myself.

My name is Faith Thomas. I have very long fiery red hair. It stops just past the back of my legs. To die for…you think.

   My measurements are 38-24-26. I have gray eyes, which seem almost transparent to most.

   My lips are naturally red. I have traveled all over the world many times over.

   I have a job. I work for a modeling agency called “New Look” and believe me honey I have that “new” look.

   Someone once asked me how old I was.

I asked him how old do I look, and he said twenty-four.

   I had to chuckle a little at this and thought he was quite kind, and then I took his life.

   You see…I am a Vampire…but I am a rare breed indeed.

I move about in the daylight…I am known as a day-walker…I have all the strengths of a vampire with the difference that I can move about freely when the sun is up.

   What I would like to do is tell you about my life…

By the way…the gentleman who asked my age was off by one hundred and eighty-nine years…

   I am two hundred and thirteen…

So let’s begin…shall we…

 Every place I visit is vaguely strange to me, but in many ways vaguely familiar.

   It would be years before I would grace a city or town with my presents.

My manner, and or attitude changes as does the times.

   I have been in rooms that have rarely changed over the centuries, but the faces…at most have.

   It is so rare for me to run into someone who knew me once way back when. Most have either died of old age or I have taken their lives for them.

   A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.

When it’s feeding time…and the hunger is so strong I can no longer control it…well…

   I have thought of marriage many times in my life, but to find “The One” is not as easy as one would think.

   Besides I am sure my mate will be someone like me, and I have not seen many in my years.

   Such curious fancies often took me then, and still possess me of many other things, of customs, attitudes, and fancies eaten as one eats a small, sweet cake.

   Yes I do eat regular food. I just prefer the taste of blood…so sweet and so warm…Mmmm.

   When I was very young, in my thirteenth year and still in bud, my step-father took me to a place called Meadow Creek into which a meadow rises and disappears as if it had loped forward in a long, green wave and then changed it’s mind, not wishing to disturb the young saplings as they were then, so very long ago. It was under a giant Elm he took me. That stinking, filthy, sweaty; fat man. It was under that Elm he entered me and had his way. I swore to get even…and even I got.

   I owe that thanks to my Maker.

Who is he you ask. I could tell you Sweetie but then I would have to kill you. Ha, ha, ha, ha. I will not reveal his name to you, but I will talk about him. After all, if not for him…I would not be here today.

   Was it a one-time thing with my stepfather, no dear it wasn’t. You see my Mother was a drunkard, that is how she met the stepfather, and she was ill most every night. Garret, that was stepfather’s name, Garret had decided that I should take the roll of wife as my Mother was failing him in many ways.

   No-no, in those times, with the consent of a parent you can wed as early as 11 years. Most females had the blood flow at that age and good for breeding.

   Yes I do talk as though woman were nothing more than a dog, but sir, in those times dogs had better respect.

   No sir I am not joking.

Shall I continue my tale?

   Let me see where do I start…YES…here we go…

                                          Chapter One

She wakes up…screaming.

She has done this for so many years…so many nights.

   The same Nightmare, it's always the same damn Nightmare. “Please God…please make it stop. I can’t anymore,” she says under a whisper.

   Faith gets out of bed and starts to pace the floor once more.

“I thought this would end…I thought I could stop,” she stopped herself before she could say another word.

   When she looked down she realized that her white satin nightgown was no longer white.

   “What the…” her eyes widened. She looked towards the bed. Faith placed both her hands over her face, and could barely hold back her scream.

  There lay a man she could barely remember.

He was dead…

   Faith sat in a chair by the window…trying to think of what to do next.

“What have I done…Dear God…what have I done…?”

   She closed her eyes and tried to remember exactly what she did just a few hours ago.

Faith did know one thing for sure…Her hunger was gone…then she smiled.

 …Another minute passed…Her life was so tedious, waiting for the next time the Hunger takes…

Before it will be feeding time again…

    Faith…a very beautiful woman in the eyes of every man, woman and child. Though she has not had a child in many years, but still remembers the sweet taste.

    Aahhh, the innocent, she closes her eyes to think about it.

  Faith was 13 years old when it all started.

    She was the type of child that longed for someone to love her. And on more than one occasion…someone did. But not the way she needed it…they took it from her.

   When Faith was young, she looked innocent and delicate. She looked for love and all she found was abuse and many ways to get used. Now she took others before they can hurt her again. But oh, she was beautiful. She had fiery red hair that fell to the waist, in long wavy curls, her skin was so pale…so white and soft, her eyes would lure any creature…man or beast as they were nearly transparent, more of a gray-white, and her lips…her lips were of such a blood red that when she smiled and looked into your eyes you were lost to her…Forever.

   Faith learned how to use her look, she new how to get noticed. She learned she could have anything she wanted, but she also new there was a price to pay…and she paid it.

   Faith had just celebrated her 13^th Birthday by waking up with her alcoholic Mother’s drunken boyfriend sweating all over her.

   This wasn’t the first time, but she swore it would be the last.

   When Garret was done he got off of her and said, “Take a shower you little slut before your Mother gets up…and one word from you and it will be your last”.

   Garret always threw that in. “It will be your last”. For three years, she has heard those words.

   “God,” she would pray, “Please God…help me”.

   But that evening it was not God that came to her…but something she has never seen or heard about.

   With such Evil and such power, he took Faith in every way he saw fit.

She had left the house pretending to be on her way to school, but when she was out of sight of Garret’s long stare she headed in the opposite direction from the school and headed towards the abandoned Railway Station.

   There was an abandoned old mine shaft not fifty yards away, and that is where she would sit and escape the horror of the morning’s events away.

   “Happy Birthday to me,” she whispered, and then would begin to cry.

She once liked a boy at school named Michael, but he ended up betraying her by telling her secret about how she felt about him to all his buddies and they would teased and called a whore by her peers.

   “Hello there my pretty one,” Faith heard a voice from behind her.

“Who-o-o are y-y-you?” she asked in surprise, and fear in her voice.

   “I am someone who can change your life if you so choose” the stranger stepped out of the shadows and closer to Faith, “Do you choose it,” he asked.

   Faith just stared into a pair of eyes that were so blue they just seemed to draw her closer to the male figure that was speaking to her.

   He was directly in front of her now and he was still staring into her eyes.

   “Wh-at do y-you m-mean?” Faith whispered still with fear in her voice.

“I over heard you say it was your birthday. I can give you a birthday gift that will last you a lifetime…but it comes with a price…would you still like it,” he asked her again.

   Faith could not think clearly at all. All she could do was stare into his mysterious, and beautiful eyes.

“Y-yes…yes I want it. What do I have to do?”

No one else had bothered to get her a birthday gift, and here is this stranger wanting to give her something.

“Make love to me,” the stranger spoke to her with such kindness. “Make love to me and I will give you this gift.”

   Faith then tore her glance away. “I am only 13 years old,” she said to the stranger standing before her, “Why me.”

   “Because I have been watching you and I know what is going on in your home,” he stepped closer to her yet.

   “I can give you my gift and you will never have to go through having men sweat all over you unless you want them too”, he was grinning now and he could see that Faith was going to give into him.

   Faith began to remove her skirt and blouse and she lay her body on the stranger’s cloak that he had all ready spread on the ground.

   Faith closed her eyes and could feel the rapid beating of her heart.

 “You are a beauty,” he whispered in her ear…softly.

   Faith suddenly felt very calm, and began to get very aroused.

Her fear disappeared almost as quick as it had come. His touch was so gentle. She longed to be touched in that way.

 “What is your name,” she whispered as he entered her slowly and with a gentleness she had never felt before.

   “I am Damian,” and then he bit her on the tender part of her neck and she arched with the pleasure and pain.

   She could feel herself get weaker and weaker, and soon a fear had entered her mind. She would have fought him off but her sexual pleasure would soon be at a peak, but she also new her life would also be over.

 When Faith finally opened her eyes she figured the stranger would have up and left her there alone and naked. To her surprise, there he sat…watching over her.

   “What did you do to me,” she asked Damian in a weak voice and struggling to sit up.

“I gave you a special gift…Happy Birthday Faith.” He was smiling at her.

   “What kind of gift…I feel funny. I think I’m going to be-e-e.” She went to puke in the corner of the mineshaft, but only heaved.

   “Come here and I will make you better,” Damian spoke clearly and with a playful smile.

Faith crawled over to him. He turned her so she was now looking into his eyes once again.

   “Drink,” he said to her as he bit into his wrist.

Faith watched the blood flow from his veins and found she could not help herself and drew his wrist close to her lips…then she began to drink.

   His blood tasted so good. Sweet almost.

He pulled his wrist from her.

“That is enough for now my beauty”.

   “What have you done to me,” she whispered as she was trying not to look back at the blood still flowing down onto his fingers.

   “ I have given you a very special gift. It has many advantages and a few disadvantages.”

   “What are the advantages,” she asked.

“Well, as you know…I have taken your life and have given you a new one.”

   Faith’s eyes grew large.

“Taken my life…gave me a new one…what are you talking about.” She began to shake all over.

   “Get dressed my beauty and I will explain.”

He handed Faith her clothes and while she was dressing, he began to explain what has just happened to her.

   “ I have taken your life, and I have replaced it with a new one. What I mean is that I have drained you of your blood and by taking my blood into your system I have made you what I am. There are advantages as I have told you and disadvantages as well. First…”, he was watching Faith as he was explaining to her that he had made her a Vampire, but not just an everyday Vampire…a kind that has many ups and very few downs.

   “ Faith, you will be able to walk among the living in broad daylight and you will age

slowly. As you are 13 years old now, when you turn the human age twenty you will always look 20 years of age. You can lead a fairly normal life except of course if you are stabbed or shot with silver, or beheaded. This part is true about Vampires but the cross and the church is not, holy water can leave a very nasty burn” he told her.

      Faith was not sure she was hearing this but new something about her was definitely different.

   “Faith…you will have the Hunger…like a few minutes ago. The thing is,” he paused,

“The thing is the only time that you can feed…is when your victim is at his or her sexual peak.”

Faith looked confused.

   Damian continued, “Your victim has to be on the verge of a orgasm, before you can feed.”

   “You mean I have to k-kill t-them,” she gasped as she spoke.

“Yes,” Damian spoke, “The blood is sweeter then and this is just how it is.”

   “Will they end up like I am,” Faith asked a little curious now.

 “No! I made you, but you cannot do the same. There are others out there. Only a few of us left now. Some much more powerful than I.”

   “Can I ever get married,” Faith looked up now.

“Yes, but only to your one true mate. You will know when the time comes. But Faith…you have to feed to live. If you don’t…you will surely die” he held her face in one hand, and raised her face so they could be eye to eye, gently.

   He then placed his hand with the other in his lap.

   Faith just sat there for a moment.

   “Will anyone know what I am,” she spoke in more of a whisper now.

 “Not if you don’t get caught. But I must tell you now. When you begin to feed you will have to move on after a while, as people will suspect something then. And that can be very dangerous for all of our kind.”

   “I know you are still a child in many ways, but you are also a woman in others.”

“GARRET,” she cried and Damian moved with such speed and wrapped his arms around her.

   He held Faith close to him.

Faith’s tears soon stopped.

   She loved the way Damian held her close, but she knew it would have to end soon.

     “I g-guess I should be going h-home…it’s getting late,” she stammered to Damian.

“Yes child…it is time for you to see the world through a new pair of eyes,” Damian was still on his knees, looking up at Faith as she stood, “And remember this. When you feed the blood is sweeter at the point of orgasm. Until we see each other again Faith, now go and enjoy your life…so to speak.”

   On the walk home Faith was thinking of what Damian had said to her. “Can this really be happening to me?”

She noticed the bruises on her arms and legs had disappeared.

  “Yes” she said to herself in almost a whisper.

  When she looked up again she was just in time to see Michael walking towards her.

   “Hey Faith,” he said in his to deep to be thirteen voice.

“Hey,” Faith said with a slight smile.

  Michael was noticing how stunning Faith really was.

   “Faith…Can I ask you somethin,” Michael was standing in front of her now.

Faith nodded, playfully.

    Suddenly this warm feeling of total sensuality came over her. She felt herself getting wet between her legs, and was beginning to feel the hunger rising deep within her. His voice…she thought to herself…it’s his voice is making me feel this way.

   “What can I do for you Michael? I am in a bit of a hurry,” she said to him with a very flirty grin.

“Well, can we go somewhere private to talk? I don’t want anyone to see us. You know how the others guys get.”

   “Yes I do know. Hey, I know a great spot…follow me” and Faith led the way back to the abandoned mine shaft where her and Damian had just made love, she lost her life, and was reborn. Michael following close behind.

   Now the two were standing in front of the old mine entrance now.

“Hey! This is cool” and Michael moved past Faith and began to explore.

   “Yeah…I like it. I come here and think all the time” Faith followed directly behind him.

   Yeah, I know what you want to talk to me about Michael Cross, and I will promise you this…It will be an experience you will never experience again, she thought to herself.

   “Well,” Faith asked when they were in the old mine, away from all others eyes.

“Well it’s like this,” he began. “Faith I was wondering if you would be my first. The other guys have all done it and I have lied and said I did but…”

   “But you want to stop living a lie and make it happen. So you know what they are talking about…am I right.”

   “Well…yeah. Faith, I like you. I like you a lot. I just wanted you to be my first.”

Faith grinned.

  And your last, she thought to herself again.

   “Ok Michael. If that is what you want. Let’s do it.”

Michael looked a little stunned at first. He wasn’t expecting that answer.

   “So, ummm, how do we do this,” he asked her standing there.

“Well you silly goose” she began to giggle a bit now as she felt her hunger grow, “We have to take off all our clothes first” and with that said Michael began removing his clothes. Michael was standing in front of her buck-naked now.

   Her eyes widened.

 Faith new he was athletic and had a great body for a thirteen-year-old boy, but now…looking at Michael totally naked her hunger grew stronger.

   “We can just lay down on your clothes, I will do the rest.” Michael spread his clothes out and got comfortable on his back. He watched as, Faith removed her skirt and blouse for the second time that day. She could see his cock growing before her very eyes. He would have made some lucky girl very happy when he got older…but he won’t be getting any older…will he.  She approached him, slowly.

   Faith was now standing directly over Michael, looking down at his eager smiling face. What a waste, she thought to herself he is really cute. Faith lowered herself just above Michaels all ready hard cock.

   “Do you know what to do Michael?” Faith asked in almost a whisper.

“I t-think so,” he said, breathing a little heavier now. She could feel his excitement growing as she felt her hunger grow stronger and stronger.

   “Oh Faith, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

Michael was close to orgasm and Faith new she had to work fast. She lowered to kiss his neck and as she did Michael yelled in ecstasy and Faith bit down hard. In a matter of minutes Michael lay there…lifeless.

She felt her eager victim explode inside her, then he was limp.

   Faith stood and just looked down at what looked like a very peaceful teenage boy sleeping a dead sleep.

   “WOW, that wasn’t so bad,” she heard herself say out loud. “Well you lost your virginity Michael, and true to Damian’s word, you did taste so very sweet.”

   She was giggling as she got her clothes back on, then she turned to look at Michael one last time. “A word of advice Mikey-baby…never tease unless you can follow through.” Then she turned away and left the old abandoned mine and her first victim.

Dania Blackthorn: So your telling us that you were turned into a Vampire at the age of 13 and you are now just over 200 years old. My question as I am sure most of my audience is wondering, is why haven’t you done anything to stop yourself? I mean after all taking another’s life is murder just the same, am I right audience.

(CLAPPING)

Well Dania let me tell you. Do you remember back in the year 2071? Ah yes I am sure you do. I am sure you have been told of the nightmare that took place back then. Your parents I’m sure would have mentioned it.

 Los Angeles I believe. No one believed in Gargoyles and as your past may have it, one did exist. We do not kill for the sheer joy of killing. Like you we need nourishment.

   Excuse me sir, could you repeat your question.

Yes I guess creatures of the night could feed on animals and I am sure some do, but to tell you all the very truth, I have never heard a complaint from a single victim…yet.

(GIGGLES)

Dania Blackthorn: I am not saying that other beings do not exist. And I really don’t think my past is relevant at this point.

We will be right back after these short messages.

Dania turned to face Faith.

“What the hell was that all about” she whispered with her hand over the tiny microphone that was pinned to her jacket.

“Why Miss Dania, whatever do you mean” Faith said with a subtle grin upon her face.

Dania knew, they all knew.

“I believe his name was Avatar, ah yes, that was his name. A deadly sort of creature wouldn’t you say Dania”.

Dania was now looking into Faith’s almost transparent eyes.

   “My parents have spoken of such a thing, but I have always thought it was a Urban Legend, told to children to make sure they stay good and well behaved”.

   “No my dear” faith said with her hand now placed over her microphone, “My dear, don’t you see, Legends start from a true incidents. As a matter of fact, you could say I am an Urban Legend. The one you really need to talk to would be Draven Night. I am sure her can answer all the questions you might have on the “AVATAR” subject.

Cameraman: 3-2-1 rolling.