Tall, pale, beautiful people were everywhere, dressed in Bohemian fashions and revealing clothes. Some bared sharp, bloodstained fangs at me while others cocked their heads to the side and studied me. I cleared my throat and began to stand up, only to be tackled back to the ground.

My attacker was male. He had red rimmed blue eyes, along with a star catching smile (ignoring the fangs and blood; oh and the fact he wasn't smiling). Black hair messily framed his face, and he snarled at me.

"Welcome, prisoner"
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They were totally kidding when they said welcome. I've been shoved, dragged, thrown, teased, interrogated, and petrified. These were obviously some vampiric assholes. I've met one relatively civil one and his name is Koden. Koden was twelve. He had messy brown hair and blue green eyes. I thought he was human, for I saw no fangs and no red rimmed eyes, however I was wrong. Upon meeting me Koden kissed my hand before trailing his nose from my knuckles to the lobe of my right ear. "You smell delicious..."

I later learnt many things from Koden, after discovering he wouldn't eat me.

This island I had stumbled upon was known as "Vampire Island" by the few mortals that had escaped and made it back, only to be called insane, but among the villagers the island was known as "Acuti".

The reason Koden didn't look like the others was because he was young. Apparently the vampiric features kick in at eighteen and your appearance at that time freezes. No aging, no weight gain or loss, no growing, no wrinkles, no nothing. He still had a craving for blood, but had a much harder time getting it without the "efficient" sharpened teeth.

My train of thought was broken as I was yanked by my arm to a standing position. Three adult vampires began circling me. Sniffing, gazing, and taking inventory of every little detail of me. Every freckle, birthmark, and appendage was accounted for. I let it happen, seeing as I can't exactly fight them off, until one began peering down my shirt.

On impulse I shoved his head away.

"You filthy beast! Now I'm pretty passive when it comes to these things b-but that is crossing the line! I am a married woman goddammit show some respect!"

By the look in his eyes after I chewed him out, he was not expecting that. Nor was he pleased. And neither were his friends.

*gulp*