Harry: You were 17 when your maker, Edward, bit you. That was 54 years ago. Ever since, you’d been part of the Cullen family. “We should go to the mall together.” Alice suggested. “Sure. Bella, you in?” You look over at Bella, who smiles and nods. You get dressed and go out. You suddenly bump into someone and fall. “Watch it.” You hiss, unleashing your fangs. “Whoa.” The familiar mop of curls backs away. You hide your fangs. “Sorry. You’re Harry Styles. These fangs are fake.” You smile. “Um, you’re fangs are gone.” Harry looks away. “Yeah, um..” You shift uncomfortably. “Well, you’re fangs are pretty cool.” He laughs, realizing what he just said. Used to people being terrified, you stood there, not understanding the joke. “Ok, um, so are you into that sort of stuff? Vampires. Do you believe in them? Sleeping in coffins, turning into bats, biting and drinking people’s blood like the horrible carnivorous monsters they are.” Harry found his statement funny and laughed. You, on the other hand, were offended. “Excuse me? Those are stereotypes! Not true! Vampires are more peaceful people!” You snap, trying to keep your fangs in. “What would you know? They’re fictional.” He’s still trying to be flirty, but you’ve had enough. You walked away, offended at his stereotypical talk.
Liam: Carlisle Cullen had turned you into a vampire 76 years ago when you were 18. You were at a club with Rosalie, waiting for the boys to return from hunting. “Hello, love. Mind if i buy you a drink?” A soft, sweet voice asked. You turned, and saw Liam Payne from One Direction. He smelt delicious, and you wanted nothing more than to lunge at his neck and suck his blood dry. But you knew that would cause drama not even Carlisle could get you out of. “I’m sorry, but no.” You turned. “Oh, sorry. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No.” You couldn’t resist, so you decided to accept his offer. He got you a margarita, but you didn’t drink, since you would end up throwing it all up. “You gonna drink that?” You shook your head. “I, um, am alcohol intolerant.” You said in a suggestive voice. He nodded. “Ok. Care to dance?” You lowered your head into the crook of his neck as you dance. You took a big sniff, unleashed your fangs, and were about to stick them in his neck, when Rosalie pulled you away. “Are you crazy?!” She scolded at you. “No, just hungry.”
Louis: You were dating a human boy, Louis Tomlinson. You were changed in 1920, when you were only 19. Now, you’re a vampire. “You, are amazing.”Louis complimented, leaning in for a kiss. “Louis, no. I can’t kiss you.” If you kissed him, you’d want to drink him, and probably end up doing so. “Why the bloody hell not?!” You’ve been dating for a month, and still no kiss. “There’s something you don’t know about me, Lou. Something dangerous that could end you’re life.” You said seriously. “Oh no! You’re a gangster with a boyfriend who will kill me?!” He joked. He burst into giggles, but stopped when he saw your frightened face. “What is it?” “Lou, I’m a vampire.”
Zayn: 46 years. That’s how long it’s been since you were turned at age 18. You almost died on your birthday, and were saved by the Cullen family. You were at a cafe with Jasper, just talking. “Hey, um, if you’re not gonna drink here do you mind if my friends and I take your table?” A voice asked. You looked up and saw the guy from your favorite band, One Direction. Being 64 years old, you were surprised you could like them. Jasper gave him a dirty look. “We were actually gonna stay here.” Jasper said in a sharp voice. You gestured for him to calm down. “And I was looking for an excuse to flirt with this beauty. Of course if you’re her boyfriend.” He stopped, realizing you and Jasper could be dating. You burst into laughter. “Me and him? No, no, no he’s my brother!” “Really? He doesn’t look like you.” Zayn examined you both. Zayn stays and chats. You get a text from Esme. It reads: We’ve collected tons of deers. Come on, before we finish it! “I have to go.” You see Jasper got the text too. “Oh, you’re family made food.” He had read your text. “Um, yeah. Bye!”
Niall: You were the youngest vampire. A newborn, actually. About 6 months ago, you were turned at 17. Being a newborn, you were unbelievably thirsty all the time. You ate a human once, but Carlisle immediately stopped you before you could do severe damage. You were with your friend, Niall. “Do you believe in vampires?” You asked randomly. “Um, no not really. But who knows?” He continued reading the book he was reading. “Do you wanna be one?” You got really close to him, licking your dark red lips. He leaned in a bit. “Mmm, why do you ask?” You backed away. He must’ve thought this was some kind of sexual joke. You got really close to his neck, hesitated, and kissed it gently. He moved your head and kissed you right on the lips. You bit his lip, and drew blood. You licked it off eagerly. “What the fuck?!” He looked at you. “Your eyes are..” “Black? Yeah, I know. I haven’t eaten in awhile.” You ran off, unsure of what your friend would think of you know.
