Name: Alison Darling Reece
NickName: Most people who know me call me Addy. But that’s not many people. I go by Alli now for the most part though. At least in the vampire underworld

Gender: Female
Age: 17 years old
Species: Vampire
Coven: Independent

Birthplace: Demaitre, Canada

Occupation: Part-Time Student, but only when I feel like it….

Physical Description: I’m not pretty, I’m not even slightly attractive. I’m only 5’3” and I think that’s as tall as I’m going to be but I don’t know. Most kids can say they look like their parents, but I can’t. My mother and father both have light hair, my mothers is the most beautiful reddish blond, and my dad’s is a pale blond almost white. My hair? It’s curly, dark brown and boring. All it does is get in the way. My eyes are a dull gray color that aren’t interesting in the slightest, where both my parents have really pretty eyes.

Why do we look so different? Because I was adopted. Yeah… The only thing I have going for me is the fact I’m thin. Well, that’s just because I don’t eat all that often.

I have hemophilia, so I’ll probably never have kids, and I might not even live to have a boyfriend. Every time I get even a little cut my mom freaks out and we have to go to the hospital. They guess that my mom had it because she died giving birth to me. They couldn’t stop the bleeding. But I guess she passed it on to me too. So I always wear long sleeves and pants usually sweatshirts and all, just to make sure I don’t cut my self or anything. Well bruises are the worst… I’m clumsy, so stuff happens. They last for days and they get huge and ugly.

Personality: I keep to myself. I don’t talk a lot because I don’t really have many friends. Plus people just make fun of me because I stutter, I get nervous when I'm talking in front of a lot of people. I wasn’t really around a lot of other kids my age when I was little, so I guess you can say I don’t have too many social skills. I get along better with adults, or at least I feel more comfortable with them because usually they don’t make fun of me.

I like music, listening to it, playing it, I’ve always loved playing the piano and the guitar. And I like to read. Video games are fun too, I never go anywhere without my DS, but I usually just play one player games, as well, no friends to invite over to play with me.

History: My mother died when I was born. And well, I guess the same will happen to me if I ever have a kid. The doctors say they’ve come a long way in treating hemophilia since my mother died, but well, I have yet to see anything. They can fix me up if I hurt myself, but unless I keep getting platelet transfusions, I’ll always have to make sure I don’t bite the inside of my lip when I’m eating. Or get a paper cut. Or fall and scrape my knee or hit my arm against a door.

When I was little, I remember spending a lot of time in the hospital after I did something to hurt myself. My parents always told me to be careful because I could really get hurt, and I tried, but I’ve always been really clumsy and I still am.

Elementary School was a nightmare. I went until second grade, but then the kids started picking on me so to protect me, my parents began to home school me. So there I was until I was fifteen. I finally convinced them to let me go to high school, and well, I just pretend I’m new to the area even though I grew up here. No one really knows me though, so that’s okay. I hate it though. The other girls are just so annoying and well, even though my parents aren’t poor, I won’t make them buy me all the stupid name brand clothes that make all the difference in school. I don’t follow trends. I only have an iPod because I love music and it was a Christmas present from them. And I saved the money I got for allowance and other chores and things to buy my DS.

I thought I would go to college if I ever lived that long, but that was a far cry because my grades suck because I only went to school when I felt like it. But that's okay, because I found something that's even better. Something that means I'll never die, I'll never have to worry about getting hurt and I'll never have to worry about pretty much anything!

See, it was a dark night when I mean Dmitri. He was hungry the night I met him, which was why I ended up in his apartment. You see, he's a vampire. He didn't realize I was a hemophiliac and well, he didn't want me bleeding to death. That was my first run in with a vampire. I found him later, and begged him to turn me, told him about how I didn't want to die and I wanted to live a real life that I could enjoy forever!

But he said no. He says it was because he wanted to make sure it was what I wanted, that I was grown up enough to deal with it. He was a fucking idiot. He just didn't want me around forever, didn't want to teach me about the vampire world.

Edmund did though. I ran in to him next, escaping my veritable house arrest, I went to a vampire club I'd heard about. He didn't care about my condition, said that he would keep me alive and not to worry. I trusted him to do that much at least. He did things to me, with me and for me that I'll never forget. Some of those things were great, others horrible. He introduced me to drugs, making and mixing things just right so they wouldn't kill me. Sex was another fantastic thing he introduced me too. And I was happy with him. I felt alive. I never wanted to leave.

But things started getting worse. He started using me as payment or bait to some of his buddies... And I didn't like that. But I still wanted him.

Well, my parents put an end to all my partying, my drugs... They sent me to a mental institution and rehab center for at risk teens... I was in there for three horrible months... Detox was the most painful and horrible thing I ever went through... No drugs, no sex... I was going crazy. This wasn't the world I belonged to! I belonged out there, roaming the night with Edmund!

I was going to be released one afternoon, but they told my parents that I wasn't cooperative enough, and that I wasn't ready to go back out there yet. So they weren't going to let me go. I managed to escape though. running out as one of the nurses came in to the unit.

I ran until I couldn't hardly breath anymore, nearly collapsing in an ally. Well, that was where I met Ben. He got me everything I needed... A quicky in the ally where we first met tided me over until we got back to his place for a serious workout. Then the next day he dropped in on some druggie friends of his and I pretty much got everything I wanted.

Life was good for the next couple of weeks, almost two months actually. But then... Then things went wrong. Or I thought they were going wrong. Ben had taken too much, drained me too far for my body to handle. I was passed out, the first step of exsanguination. The next thing I knew, I was awake, drinking blood from him. Then pain... Pain even worse than the detox that I'd been through.... I just wanted it to end...

I always thought that females could not be afflicted with haemophilia, that they could only be carriers, but Wikipedia tells me that it is possible for females to exhibit if both parents are carries. So even though it's exceptionally rare, I guess we'll allow it.

Approved.