AUTHORS NOTE:

Thanks for all the feedback guy's.
It really helps with my motivation on writing the story.

SONG'S I LISTENED TO WHILE WRITING THIS CHAPTER:

Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy
Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift
Annabelle - A Rocket To The Moon
We All Roll Along - The Maine
She's Got A Boyfriend Now - Boys Like Girls
Chelsea - The Summer Set
Free Falling - John Mayer
In Your Arms - The Maine
I Must Be Dreaming - The Maine
Dirty Funk - Steve Appleton

Daisy's P.O.V

*FLASHBACK*
"Mommy, I love you." My quiet child-like voice rang through my ears.
It was December 23rd 2000.
Two days before Christmas.
I was ten years old at the time, and my parents were still alive.
"Honeykins, I love you to, but I REALLY need to go. You do want Santa to bring you you're presents don't you? Mommy needs to go out to tell Santa what you want." Her sweet scent filled my airways.
I breathed it in, welcoming her soft lavender smell.
"Okay mommy. Please be quick." I felt like I was on the verge of tears.
I wanted my mommy.
I wanted her to come home and read me my bedtime story.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll be back before you know I'm gone. I love you always, remember that."
A single tear escaped from my shining blue eyes.
She smiled softly, and wiped the tear away, her hand trembling slightly, her smile faltering.
"Goodbye, baby." My daddy's deep voice filled the hallway.
I looked up at him, completely oblivious to the fact that this would be the last time I ever saw him.
Alive, that is.
He strutted over, bent down, and enveloped me into a tight embrace.
"Mommy and I have to go now. Behave for Vicki now, please?" he stared at me intently, focused on my sorrow filled eyes.
"Yes, daddy, be careful." I sobbed.
He quickly kissed my cheek, and stood up, offering my mommy his hand.
She took it and rose aswell.
They both walked, hand in hand to the front door; my mother turned one final time to look at me.
She lightly mouthed the words 'Be Good. I love you.' and turned her back on me.
Daddy and her quietly stepped out of the house, and my babysitter closed the door.
"Now, you stupid little brat, go make me some dinner."
She was purely evil.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
I woke up in a dark room.
I felt like crap.
So, I suppose, I felt normal.
My wrists were bound to the hard, flat surface I lay on.
I tried to sit up, only to find that the task was impossible.
The room looked like an abandoned cellar, I only used the word abandoned because it looked like it hadn't been cleaned in, well, in light terms, forever.
My mouth appeared to have been gagged, making it so I couldn't let out even the most inaudible of screams.
"Ohh, so our new pet awakens." The deep, menacing voice flowed around the room.
The same voice from the Cemetery.
That reminds me, how on Earth did I get here?
"Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough."
I couldn't even place where the voice was coming from, It echoed all around.
How did he know what I was thinking?
Then I recalled the yellow eyes. And the pointy fangs.
VAMPIRE.
That word spun round my mind, actually succeeding to make me a little bit dizzy.
I've been kidnapped. By a vampire.
Oh my god.
I could just imagine what Mrs. Nightingale will think when I get back to the orphanage.
'Oh yeah, I didn't come home on time because I got kidnapped by an evil vampire.' Yeahhh... She already hates me enough to beat me several times a day, AND make me do all the chores, so only God knows what she would do to me if she heard that.
Queue on the mental institution.
"You won't be going back to that place, my dear." The voice sounded so very close now.
And all of a sudden, the room filled with light.
I closed my eyes from the sudden change, the light HURT.
Do you know that feeling when you've been in the dark for so long, and then it just becomes unimaginably light?
Yeah, that's what I was feeling now.
I felt the gag embedded in my mouth be ripped out, and I slowly eased open my eyes.
In front of me stood three people.
Vampires.
Two men, and a woman, they all were incredibly beautiful.
"Oh, you were right, Damon, she is a pretty one."
What are they talking about?
Me, pretty?
I've been told all my life that I was an ugly piece of rubbish, and now all of that changed?
No, I don't think so.
They MUST be talking about someone else, probably that beautiful woman beside them.
"Shut up Jake! I'm in charge, don't forget that, and you won't speak out of turn again." The man 'Jake' had just called 'Damon' spoke.