Little Women of the Vampires

Women were once burned at the stake for conspiring with the darkness. They were pale, porcelain creatures that became prey for the predator. They were beauty to the beast. Their screams for help trailed across the darkest eras, but those screams have now ceased. And fragile shells lie scattered across barren roads no longer walked, and the venom of fear has swallowed up its last prey. And strength becomes the fire engulfing heiresses to the supernatural once denied, and they hold all the world's attention, consuming us with the thirst to know their story, their pain, and the dark knights that will keep their love for all eternity.

5. True Blood/ Sookie Stackhouse

No life is lived ordinary especially not for a Southern bell consumed with the thoughts of the world around her. Death is the cold breeze resting against her skin, and the hunt is the chase pounding through her veins. Danger are the orange eyes of hounds following her every step, but she won't fold. Her love cries for the one taken, the one that stole her heart, and she will be forever his. But how could she deny the want of the one, who would take a knife to the heart for her, and how would she extinguish the desire consuming her from another would-be lover? But she had to stay true. He would do the same for her, or so she would always believe. But as she stole further into their domain, the trail back ran cold, but her world, her life was gone. The veil of mystery as to what she really was trickled across her like a spider's web, but that burning question had to be laid to rest, six feet under until her love returns. All that mattered was finding Bill, and her determination fueled her strength, her devotion. And she would find him again, but would white knights come to her rescue, saving her from the savage beasts that glinted against the darkness that waited ahead?

4. Moonlight/ Beth Turner

The ghost of truth were the whispers of wind that she would chase. Dark shadows could not hide from her, but around every corner, she would find him. His secrets slipped through her hand, a burning question that she would answer, but was she ready to know the one that now stood before her? But she knew all along. She remembered that he saved her once before, and now she had to save him. But saving him held her away at arm's length, and she was torn in half between her world and his. But her heart knew that he was the one, but whose heart would she break to let him in? And the winds of danger whipped around her, threatening to steal all away, but he wouldn't let go. His wish for humanity were the tears that she cried for him, and their passion was the soft flame refusing to die against the darkness. And his hand found her still waiting for him, and the door closed gently behind them. And their love, their story were the embers of constellations forever held for all the world to see and to know.

3. Twilight/ Bella Swan

I always wondered how I was going to die, but I never asked how I was going to live. I never imagined of finding someone like him. I never imagined this world that holds me now, and I have become a part of his story. And I can't live without him, but that won't stop him from breaking my heart, leaving me writhing in pain. I need him, and if rushing into danger makes him appear to me, then so be it. I can't be alive without him there, but does love beat in the heart of another? What if he leaves me to? He promises not to, but then he is gone. And I am screaming again, lost in darkness. Why are they punishing me? Why must I walk the ordinary life when this life is already dead and gone? And she waits for me, thirsting for revenge, and all those around me are in danger. And I can't save them, but my heroes have returned. One nearly risked his immortal soul because he thought he lost me, and the other struggles to keep me mortal, afraid that I will slip from this human existence. But I have already chosen. I want this. I want Edward. Please, forgive me, Jacob, but this life is mine to live and mine to die, and forever will I remain his.

2. The Vampire Diaries/ Elena Gilbert

Dear Diary,

My life nearly ended once. I don't know why I was saved. The scent of death still holds to me, and I waver before their graves. And I have to wonder, "Why did I survive," but I know the answer now. He saved me. He had to know me for I am his Katherine, but is that all I am to him? Or is our love more than that? He is afraid to show me the monster that he truly is, but he is nothing like his brother. But there is more than meets the eye with Damon, but how could I feel that way? After everything he has done, I should hate him, but then my gaze holds his. What of Stefan? He fears the danger that he has placed me in, but nothing could have prepared us for the real truth, Katherine, or my biological mother now vampire. And what of Bonnie? I thought she was a friend, but she betrayed me, using her power against them. How could she do that to me? How could I forgive her even after she saved them? Everything is different. This town has changed, and nobody will ever be the same. I will never be the same. My life nearly ended once, but he came and saved me. But is he now too late to save me from her?

1. Buffy: The Vampire Slayer/ Buffy Summers

Cheerleading, Brad Pitt, and high school melodrama. I wish life were that simple, but my life has already been chosen. I have no choice but to rise to the challenge, his expectations. Someone has to save the world, and that someone is me. But am I strong enough? What if the master destroys me? Can I come back from the brink, or will I fall apart? But my friends are there to fight at my side, and so is he, my Angel. How could I love what I destroy? His soul is candlelight to darkness, and like a moth to a flame, I am pulled to him. Our love is legendary, and my heart will destroy his for we can never be. And I have no choice again but to kill him before he kills me, but am I strong enough? How could I love someone that I must destroy? How can I come back from that brink and hold myself together again? Why can't life be simple? Why must I struggle against its complexities? He is waiting, and so is the sword in my hand. Our destiny was chosen, and this chapter must end. But will he find me again, and will it be my Angel? Or will he shred my heart? These are the wounds of war, the scars of love, and this fight is won. And he is gone, and the world is waiting. But the story of our love is far from over, and I will see him again. But there will come a time, where we must walk separate paths, always remaining a heartbeat away, but our love is immortal. And he will forever be my Angel.