I hate this stupid cell; it's so dark, cold and lonely. I'd rather be here then having to deal with another one of those shock treatment sessions. I shudder at the thought. So I just sit here in this dark little place. That's when I see it; a brunette man trying to kill me; a dark crimson eyed beauty. I shudder even more. How could someone so breath taking; model like, have to do with killing me?

"What does this all mean?" I wonder aloud to myself.

Just then another image flashes in my head. Another breath taking person; who I recognize as a Asylum worker who I became friends with, is kidnapping me from this place; hopefully this one will be my fate; I can get away from here without being killed.

I just sit down here and wait; wondering what my fate shall be. What seem like day's pass by? Weeks? I am not crazy, but all this solitude might do the trick, If I have to spend to much longer here; I quite possible might actually go insane, well more insane then I am I guess.

I always have wondered why I'm here. Why are these visions a bad thing? Why am I classified as crazy. I don't belong in this Asylum, do I? I pull my knees close to me and rest my head on them.

More pieces of eternity flow by. I feel that waiting won't do the trick and that I will be stuck here. No one's coming to kill me, no ones coming to save me; I start to believe I am mental. Does my sight seeing lie, is there something wrong with me? Am I crazy? So many unanswered questions roam and cloud my head.

"Get ahold of yourself" I pep talk myself, hoping it will help, "You're okay, everything's okay" I sigh and hug myself.

Just as my vision; the asylum worker rushes in and takes me.

"We have to get you out of here" He whispers "Trust me"

I nod and he takes my hand. He rushes me somewhere, I'm not sure where; but I feel safe.

"Do you still trust me?" He questions, louder not  due to lack of danger in the atmosphere.

I nod again so he bites me. I stare wide eyed at him; confusion growing in my eyes.

Three days later I look at myself in the mirror. I am absolutely beautiful. I have those crimson eyes as that one brunette from my vision had. I tilt my head and touch the mirror; the girl in the mirror copies me. I put a hand on my head; where my black spiky hair is and she does the same. So this is me? Wow. I look up at him and he smiles at me encouragingly.

He explains everything to me and I get everything; it's just weird to deal with.

"A lot to take in huh?" He chuckles and I nod.

We spend some good time together and then a vision comes to me. This is a strong calling I cannot reject. A boy in need; A beautiful blond vampire.

So I begin my quest and go venture to Philadelphia to wait for him.

Finally after a while we meet face-to-face in a diner.

"Hello." I call to him. He points to himself questionably and I nod gesturing him to come and sit with me. He comes as I requested.

I tell him about my visions and stuff.

"...And so I've been waiting to meet up with you..."

"I'm sorry ma'am" He tells me.

I offer him my hand and we go off together.