My name is Elizabeth… I’m 257 years old… I was born in 1753… I am a vampire… It started at a party. I admit, I wasn’t the most lady-like girl what with my passion for men. My mother often told me I was naughty and she didn’t want to be around me in public because even the respectable young men knew who I was. It’s not that I wanted to be bad; I was just born that way. But, back to the story, I was flirting with the new, young, gorgeous man that had just moved into town. Some people were throwing a party for the new arrival, and, as disliked as I was by the proper ladies of the town, I was still an aristocrat and my family was invited to all of the parties. After a few flirty looks across the room at each other, he finally came over and asked me to dance. We went to the room where everyone was dancing, and he led me the perfect way with our hands clasped together and in the air. It was all very romantic. And I was surprised when he knew what I wanted, taking my arm and whispering in the ear telling me to be very quiet. I giggled lightly and we disappeared from the large house. He took me to his house and pulled me through the front door. He led me up to one of the upstairs bedrooms and kissed me. Our lips barely touched the first few times, but then he got more into it. This kissing went on for a little while and then…he bit me. My life changed dramatically after that.