I'm Dakota. I'm not a really the same as other people. I'm a vampire and I was with a good family. They didn't know that I was a vampire. So I faked my death and I ran away from home. I didn't want them in danger because of me. I became a vampire when I was 16 years old. I couldn't control my argents and I kept thinking about blood. 3 years later, I am homeless on the streets of Los Santos and I didn't want anyone near me. I had two demon friends named Darkiplier and Antisepticeye. They found me and they help me with my powers and to control my argents. I was always quiet and never talked. I dated a boy named Parker. He was annoying to me and he gets jealous if I'm talking to any other boy except to Dark and Anti-Jack. But I try to eat human food but that only helps me a few hours. Than I tried to steal from a bank and a group of people took it and they found out I was going to rob it too for human food but they didn't let me and they kidnap me. Then I was saved by a group that I thought I would never meet. Read and see if you like it.