I stood in the forest, watching the sun rise over the mountain. It was beautiful. I did this every morning since I was a girl, but it still got me thinking about what I had become since living here. Us? We're not like the rest of the village. We don't eat the same food, live in the same homes, go to the same school. But we shared only one thing. Our curiosity. All of us wandered us 'freaks' would do next. None of us ever had any answers. Ever since I was taken in by these people, I've lived their way of life, the food, the drink, the tiredness, but I always felt that I was never one of them. We don't share the same blood, or genes. The only thing we share, is our home, and even that is hard for us all to cope with. Maybe if I had been born into this family then things would be different. We would laugh, have fun, and maybe my siblings and parents would have brighter skin. We have had to relocate ourselves many times, each time, I would get to play new girl, and bat my eyes at every boy who stumbled across my path. All has changed. I'm not the girly girl I once was when we first moved to Linley. It's like I have died inside. Like the life has been sucked out of me. I've never really had any friends, and if I did, they were two-faced. At every school I've been to, I've been the one that everybody gossips about. We came to Linley to get a new start, and changing from the girly girl I once was, to the soul-less one I am now, was hard on the whole family. Especially Katrina.
Maybe Katrina took it the hardest because she liked my liveliness, and the way my skin had color, and my eyes a perfect blue. She didn't want me to become one of them, she wanted me to have every human experience. Well, I want every vampire experience.
I want to be able to taste the Deer's blood, to be able to be faster than the other kids, and use my strength to leap high into the air and into the waterfall below, without being worried about dying. All was fine in my new life, until, a mysterious figure from my past moved to town. It was my mother. She had been told I was dead when they changed me, we couldn't risk her seeing me every year, and still looking the same as I did the year before.
Whenever we went walking in the village, she would eye me suspiciously, I could tell she knew, because, one day, she told me. But, the thing that hurt the most, was that, I couldn't tell her anything, or I would be killed. "You're Katrina Adams, aren't you?" She asked me. She knew. Of course she did, who would forget their only daughter? I nodded, she looked at the ground. She was worried. "You've not changed," she told me. I nodded again. "You've not aged," she said. I nodded once more.