In a silent room, a little girl writes in her diary. The diary holds everything since her family had given her away to a group of outcasts in order to keep their daughter safe.

“Day 591...

Dear Diary,
Today, I was separated from my mommy and daddy. They say it’s to keep me safe from people who are trying to kill me, maybe even snap my head from my body…Even though I am only two years old, my mommy explained to me that I needed blood in order to age, and within each body I devoured, my appearance grew…”

As soon as the last dot was written down, she dropped her pencil on her small, wooden desk, then looked at herself in the large vanity mirror in front of her, which was leaning against her darkened walls. In the reflection was a young girl, could pull off around eight years to ten, but she knew better. Her full intellect wouldn’t let her believe that she is eight, but merely two. Maybe even a couple months ahead. Her rosy cheeks made her smile even more wide, and her eyes a golden brown. They were always the strangest shade of brown, even from birth. She had written down in her diary a notion of her eyes changing from color to color when she became thirstier and thirstier for more human blood. In her diary, she stated that when her own DNA structure is intertwined with human DNA, her eyes change to a pitch black color, which is quite noticeable to the humans. It’s not her fault, though, that she has to live off of it, she was born with this situation. She touched her long, blond hair with her small fingers and sighed.

There was a lamp that lit up the entire north corner of the room, so it was easy to write in her diary. Next to the lamp was a queen-sized bed with a blanket of intricate patterns that would fool the eye at first glance, then the second would declare the true pattern of different floral designs.

She suddenly felt an abrupt alertness and started to get out of her tiny stool.

“I’m coming, Corey!” She yelled, then ran out of the door, after pushing the stool into the desk.
Downstairs, a tall, almost black-haired young man was interrupted from what he was about to yell. He was going to call her down for breakfast, but was stopped by her intuitive reaction. He then, smiled warmly from ear to ear.

Slamming the door in the result of excitement, the girl ran as fast as she could down the steps of a humongous, wooden staircase. Before she reached the last couple of steps, she ran as a start, then repelled against the wooden panel of the staircase, and leaped into Corey’s wide, open arms. Twirling twice, they laughed intrigued laughs.

“Agatha,” he said, relieved. He was smiling with eyes closed, burying his face into her long, blond hair.

Agatha rose her head from his chin and gave Corey a pleading look; eyes piercing with need of more ‘food,’ bottom lip rose higher than the top, trembling with upcoming fake tears from her eyes.

Corey nodded and carried her towards the kitchen area. On the table lay raw food for a vampire; a human body. It was bare naked with only underwear on. It has already been retained by the killer, so now, all she needed to do was bite and suck.

Corey put Agatha down on the ground and she ran up to her ’breakfast’.