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My maker thought I was dinner. She left me there, thinking I was dead. She taught me nothing. I know only her name, and that is only because of another vampire who witnessed the gruesome scene (Whom I befriended later).



Her name is Chloe`.



I was young. Barely 12 years old. I was walking home from a friend's house at 11:00 at night. I turned down an alley, and I was then attacked. She pounced on me, and ripped open my throat. She drank, and as she did, I noticed there was blood seeping from wounds on her face onto me. She turned me by accident.



I have aged some, but after a certain age, I believe I have stopped aging. I am still learning about our kind.