I'm a Vampire.
Fantasy? Not for me. Life, that's what it is.
I'm surrounded by other supernaturals - Werewolves, Shape Shifters, Fairies and Casters - and for years and years, we've lived in a world not so far away from yours. Between worlds, to be exact. The Casters created a place called The Vale; it's a space between one dimension and another, completely fabricated to cater for our needs. Except for blood, that is. That we need from you.
Don't ask me how they get it, I don't know. Maybe that's where all your missing people go, maybe its where all your blood bank supplies go. All I know is that we need it to survive and somehow, it turns up in my fridge every morning.
If it makes you feel any better, I don't particularly like it; I prefer Coca-Cola, surprisingly.
Vampire or not, daughter of our president or not, there's things that even I can't escape.
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Teen FictionAspen always wanted a different life. She's not like the other Vampires her age - she doesn't want to get married, have children and settle down. She wants to live. Only, what life threw at her next wasn't exactly what she had in mind. After a susp...
