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Hey, welcome to my Booksie Page. My name is Mortisha Lee Beckate, and I am not a normal human. I'm a vampire. And I am stuck being 20. Which isn't a bad thing.

I wasn't a vampire my whole life. Before I was a girl that got everything. Also known as a princess, as my dad called me.

First, I loved being the princess. Except, I got smothered with all the attention. Which I didn't need.

What I didn't need was, my dad bribing my teachers to giving me A's. I liked to work hard, and I like to get my own grades. Any ways, as I said. I got everything I wanted. Except, I think I went a little far on my last wish.

My last wish to my dad, was to be a vampire. He asked me, “Do you really want to be a vampire, Princess?”

I replied, “Yes dad, I want to be a vampire.” After a couple of days my dad left.

My mother and I hadn't seen him for six years. Then he came back with a complete stranger. He was pale, had red thirsty eyes, he had lush blonde hair, like mine, and his body had a six pack. He was the most beautiful, handsome person/man I had ever seen.

“Princess, this is Edmund, he's a vampire. Do you still want to be a vampire Princess?” he asked. I just starred into Edmund eyes.

“Yes, dad, I do.”

“Okay princess. We shall take this into your room.” My dad guided Edmund into my room.

My room's wall were pink, and my flooring was pink carpet. It had an pink HD Plasma screen TV, with surround sound, beside hundreds of CD's and movies. A canopy bed with pink sheets, pink blankets. A pink dresser and other pink things.

“Lay down Princess. It will be more comfortable,” my dad said. My mother didn't come with us. She didn't like the idea of me becoming a vampire. And Edmund was being quite and following my dad.

I laid down on my bed. “Okay Princess, he is gonna bite your wrist. I shouldn't hurt right?” He asked Edmund. He shook his head. “Okay, are you ready Princess?”

“Yes, dad.”

Edmund lent, before he bite me he said, “The bite won't hurt, but, after I bite you, the venom will spread and will feel like you are burning. Are you okay with that?” I was actually hoping it would only hurt like getting your ears pierced or scraping your knee when you feel. But I wanted to be a vampire and so I nodded.

He grabbed my hand and bite it. As he did, I didn't feel anything. Then It hit me. I burned like hell. I screamed many times. Under my screams my dad was yelling, “I though you said it wouldn't hurt her!”

“Don't worry, It is just the venom spreading through her body. Every human turning into a vampire is like this. I was like this.”

“You better be right.”

“I am.”

“How long does it take?”

“Two days.”

“What! Two days! It takes that long?”

“Yes, not quite, you aren't helping her by yelling.” My dad was quiet after that. My dad and Edmund left the room. I was left there for two days.

Then I opened to new improved senses, excellent hearing, and me being very thirsty. Edmund was in the room. “Where is my dad?”

“He can't be in here. You are a newborn and you don't want to drink his blood do you?”

“No, but.”

“That is it then. Let's go hunting.”

Edmund and I went hunting for whatever we could find. I told him I didn't want to hunt humans. He was fine with that, only if he could.

After a couple of years, I got use to the smell of humans blood and only drank the blood of animals. I went back to my family. I saw my dad. He never called me Princess since my transformation. He called me my given name, Mortisha, Trisha, or Tisha. Edmund and I became great friends and would see each other once each year.

I live among humans, go to school, than work. It is actually fun. Since you have a power to read their minds.

That is my story of how I turned into a vampire. Hoped you like it. If you are wondering what I can and can't do, just think of the Twilight Series, except I don't 'sparkle'.

I mostly write love story's and fantasy. Hope you don't mind. If you want to e-mail me, that's fine. My e-mail is

I just want to thank everyone for all the positve comments on my writings. And the number of views of them. So, thank you. Hoping to hear more good or bad comments. Will be happy with either.


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