Author's Note: This is an introduction to the novel to let me know what you all think of it. I have begun the actual novel and it is titled My Knight In Bloody Armor. So, if you're interested in what you read in the introduction, then you should read the novel re-titled My Knight In Bloody Armor.
My name is Cassandra. I'm currently in a closet packing some clothes for a trip I really have no choice but to go on.
I hate vampires… even though they don't exist. I'm supposed to be home right now, you know, listening to my parents scream at each other. That's my own special melody. But, I'm not home, you see. I'm currently living with a bunch of lunatics who think they're vampires. Delusional, right? I pity crazy people, you know. Especially the ones I'm living with. They're just so messed up inside. Really, they are. Especially him, Lunatic #1. I shudder just thinking of that moron.
Anyway, back to me not hating Lunatic #3. I know, that contradicts my earlier statement of me hating vampires… or lunatics. Who cares, really? She talks a lot, Lunatic #3. I can tolerate her though, because she is not as innocent as she may seem. That girl is vicious, I tell you, vicious (and mental).
Now, he's the one I hate. Lunatic #1. He's the one that got me into this whole mess (you know, living with cuckoos). Oh, he's the Good Samaritan for you. Because of this imbecile I'm not home with normal people. Dude friggin kidnapped me! That was his way of helping me in my current situation when we first met. Did I mention that I hate him? Well, whether I mentioned it or not, I despise him. You know, sometimes I really wish that vampires really do exist. That way I can drag #1 outside early one day when he's sleeping so he can fry under the sun. Oh, that would be the day. Iwill need some time later to meditate on that blissful thought. You know, the Lunatics sleep by day and wake up by night. That's just downright craziness. Have you ever seen people so devoted to insanity?
Lunatic #1 makes my already miserable life even more miserable. The arrogant bastard (excuse my language) is pissed off because I don't tremble at the sight of him. I'm pissed off because when he's pissed off he torments me. I hate him… even though he's incredibly hot and can speak French… I hate him. The same goes for his snake of a girlfriend. I want to strangle her, you know. That wouldn't be possible, however, because Lunatic #1 will kill me first. As much as I hate my life, I like living. A lot. Now, as if having all these crazy people around me isn't bad enough, the delusional brother of #1's girlfriend won't leave me alone.