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Elizabeth was a nice girl. Her petite frame made her a good gymnast; her winning smile and blond hair furthered her as a cheerleader in high school. She was on the Associated Student Body Council and worked hard for her community. Though she didn't know exactly what she wanted to be when she grew up, Elizabeth knew she would go to college, get married, maybe join the Peace Corp. The big snag came when she realized she didn't want to marry a man. Elizabeth was a lesbian.

Being a lesbian wouldn't have been a big problem if her parents hadn't disowned her, her friends hadn't rejected her, she hadn't been bullied and threatened into quiting cheer and the ASB. But it was a problem. A big one.

For a while Elizabeth was very alone. She got her GED, a shit job and a worse apartment in LA. She couldn't bear running into people she had known in Orange County. Her routine became work, drink, sleep, sometimes rinse, repeat. The bartenders and regulars got to know her name, and not always in that happy "Cheers" way. With such anger and bitterness inside, Elizabeth just had to sock someone in the face sometimes. Especially men. She hated men. Bunch of fuckers, looking at her ass, making comments about how pretty she'd be sucking their cocks. Not to say she never sucked a cock, sometimes a girl needed money.

All these hard years of being a lesbian and never having a girlfriend was pretty hard, too. Elizabeth just couldn't trust people. Wouldn't get close to them. Was afraid that if she did, somehow they'd turn on her, say "just kidding" or "I fucking hate you, you sicko cunt". The latter would actually be easier to take. At least then she could hit them til they bled out of their then toothless mouths.

The scene in LA got old. San Fransisco was the happening place. Not so many hippies anymore. Elizabeth got on her motorcycle, headed north and changed her name to Janis. This was the end of her old life and the beginning of the new. She needed a better name than Elizabeth to face the world. Janis found a new fight. She joined the woman's movement and the lesbian movements. She beat the hell out of anyone that tried to tell her women weren't as good as men, and defended her new found friends against would-be gay bashers with some bashing of her own. Janis belonged here.

Janis liked the gay community, but she drank where ever she god damn pleased. She only beat people when provoked now, and wasn't thrown out of bars nearly as often. Maybe that bitteredge was being rinsed away. Anyhow, minding her own business, having a drink, she gets up to get some peanuts and some gorilla of a man grabs her ass. Most guys didn't even try it anymore. She puts out a thick "Don't even think about it" vibe. This guy most have been pretty fucking dense. Or have a death wish. Big as he was, Janis though she could take him. The dynamite blow she landed on his jaw didn't even faze him. He just kind of laughed. Okay, so maybe not all of her bitterness was gone. She launched herself on him, pounding and whaling as best she could. Even hit him with a fucking eight ball. He just kept swatting her off and laughing. If he hadn't knocked her unconsious, Janis might have worked herself into such a rage as to kill that son of a bitch.

Coming to a minute later, that guy was still there and apologizing. He offered her a drink to make amends. Well, what could she do? A drink was a drink, so she took it. And another drink was another drink, so she took that one, too. And so on and so forth. To add to her embarrassments of the night, Janis got shitfaced drunk and puked all over the floor. That must have been the thing to push her "Prince Charming" over the edge. He offered her a ride or something because when Janis woke up he was still there. Maybe she was in his living room or something. Fully dressed, oddly enough... but wait, what was that taste in her mouth? She was dizzy, and it was still dark out. Maybe it was the next day, maybe the next week. She didn't know. She just knew she was different inside.
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His name was Brick and he had made me a Vampire. He didn't know it, the dumb fuck. Thought he was just making me a ghoul to him, making me stronger, sure, but tied to him. Why the fuck would he do that when he didn't even know me? Fucker. Just like a man to assume that kind of shit. This was worse than figuring out I was a lesbian. So many life changes. Not that I went out during the day much, but drinking blood? Mentally that takes some getting used to. Speaking of mentally, you'd think that would have gotten better. But no. Its like I inherited some of how fucking dumb my sire is. But I won't admit that to anyone. I used to get Dean's List. And now... I don't really want to think about it. But I am better at other things. Much stronger. Much faster. And getting hit is like nothing. Water off a duck's back. I can't get drunk like I used to, but I guess the last time I was really drunk got me in enough trouble for the rest of my life. Which I am told is going to be forever is I'm careful.

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