Name: No Name
NickName: Spirit

Gender: Female
Age: 6 (though she’s not sure)
Species: Vampire

Birthplace: Demaitre, Canada

Occupation: Survivor

Physical Description: I’m small… I always have been, even for my age. I’m only a little over three feet tall and if I weighed thirty pounds, that would probably be a lot. I have bright red hair and emerald green eyes, which is probably the neatest thing about me. But I guess it really wasn’t enough to make my mommy love me. My skin is very fair, especially when it’s cold out in the winter. I cough a lot, but so do a lot of the other people I know. I shake a lot, even in the summer, and sometimes I get really bad headaches.

Snapshot of Me: I like the songs I can hear them play in churches. They sound so pretty. I’ll sit outside of the big church in town and just listen to the music when they play. I know my way around just about every part of the city in and out.

I like seeing Rem happy. She's my mommy, she loves me and only wants to make sure that I'm happy and okay. And I like to make sure my mom's happy too. She made me like her, and I really want to be like her when I grow up. She's pretty, strong and nice. She wants to help me, wants to be my mommy and that's all I've ever wanted in life really... A family.


History: ((Told in Third person as she doesn’t really know much of her background))
It was the summer of 2002, when a 19 year old prostitute gave birth to a tiny baby she’d only known she was pregnant with for three months (though she'd been pregnant for nearly eight months total). The little girl was frail, sickly, and already showing signs of being addicted to the same things her mother was. The other girls she lived with took the baby, wrapped it in a blanket and put her at the bottom of a dumpster because the baby had been so quiet, no one would even know she was there.

But as with all addicts as she began to go through withdraw she began to get cranky, irritable, and started to cry. It attracted the attention of a fourteen year old girl who knew what kind of people lived in the house and who refused to associate with them. But she felt sorry for the baby, taking it in to her gang of urchins.

With help from several of the older children who were without a home or family as she was, Spirit as they had named her, grew stronger. This mob of children was the only form of a family that she had. The only rules that she knew were the ones that the others set out for her. She picked up the art of pick-pocketing at an early age, and because of her small form, they usually used her to sneak into places or past people to get things. The only reason she’s good at them though, is because of course, it’s all she knows. Reading, writing and things like that aren’t too important to them. After all, who has time to worry about grades when you’re not even going to school. Or for that matter, when you don’t really know when you’re going to be eating next.

Because her little group never gave her drugs to wean her off of whatever her mother was on, she had to go through detox the painful way. But fortunately because she was so little of course, she doesn’t remember anything from it. She still sometimes starts to shake, and will get bad migraines that make her feel as if her head is splitting open, but the ones who know where she came from aren’t around anymore to tell her what happened to her. No one ever told her where she was from or how she was found.

-- Current --

The cough wouldn't go away. But that's how it always was in the winter. Well for me anyway. I was always sick it seemed. But never this bad. It hurt every time too like my throat was raw, and my lungs ached. Bullet said that if it got even more bad, or didn't get better... She'd send me away cause I shouldn't get the others sick too, but that's what I would have to do anyway... I couldn't kill the others too.

Well, we were looking for food one night as we made our way to a warmer hiding spot when we heard footsteps, someone coming towards us. Everyone ran, but I couldn't run long. I started coughing and ended up tripping and having to scramble into an ally to hide.

That was when Rem found me. She took me home and cleaned me up then took me to get new clothes and all sorts of stuff. But I didn't trust her of course. We don't trust grown-ups cause all they do is take me away from family. So I ran. But I got even sicker... I couldn't run, couldn't fight. I passed out and woke up back in her apartment where there was a doctor taking care of me.

Rem said that she wanted to be my mommy... She wanted to take care of me and give me a place to stay. I told her that I had to let the others know I was okay, and I wanted to say goodbye, and she said that was okay. That was when we got attacked. I was so scared I hardly knew what happened... But soon... I tried to scream and then I went silent. Blood was everywhere and I had trouble seeing. Then pain... Pain was everywhere and it wouldn't stop.

When I woke up again in the snow, Rem seemed sad. But I didn't notice because of the blood... His blood... The man who'd hurt me. I felt only anger, hunger... He ran and I chased, faster than I'd ever been before. I lept at him and knocked him over and why I bit him... I don't know. But oooh it tasted so good. I wanted more... Mommy gave me more from the others.

My throat had burned then, but as we got back to her place she told me why she was sad. But I didn't see why that was wrong.

I soon found out... And I was horrified. But I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. I wanted them, I ached and burned for them... I couldn't help myself, I couldn't stop. I was a monster and I did everything I could do to try to be good. I tried so hard but it was impossible.

Mommy found the answer though. She taught me how to hunt animals. Their blood wasn't bad... But it wasn't like people's blood. It was okay enough that I don't want to kill people anymore, I can be good around them and make mommy happy. Now she knows I'll be good, she lets me explore and go out on my own, knowing when I'm hungry and knowing when I need to hunt. I know she loves the taste of human blood like I do, but she drinks and hunts with me, to make me feel better.

But I don't like it... I only doing it to make her happy...

But then... Even then she wasn't happy... She didn't love me because I was a monster now.

So I ran away and well... She hasn't looked for me so I guess she really doesn't want me anymore... But now, now I get to do what I want to do! I don't have to listen to her anymore! She's not gonna tell me to stay away from people, so I can kill all I want! But usually I only kill the ones who deserve it. Ones who try to hurt me first. They the ones who deserve to die.