My story is perfect.

Perfect.

I am perfect.

My parents are dead. My brother is the only relative I have left. I only have a best friend and rival besides from the many fangirls and fanboys that follow me everywhere.

You ask how can I be perfect if my life is like that? Well I am hot and perfect. Yes, hot and perfect. Why be modest? My looks surpass anyone. Ask anyone at all. Even complete strangers will agree that I am hot and perfect.

Perfect.

I am a vampire. Yes, a hot, perfect, vampire. I come from a long line of proud and noble vampires. I am a perfect vampire. Smooth and seductive.

I don’t need anything or anyone. I am perfect. So perfect that I need no one. No one.

I know that every girl, woman, even man or boy that has ever seen me has fallen head over heels in love. Ch doesn’t mean I love or need them back.

See now that is a problem.

I only have one and only one problem. I need a mate. Yes, I need a mate in two weeks. A mate by the next full moon. You ask, well didn’t I just say I could have anyone? Why is finding a mate a problem? I want a life partner. Someone who I love. Not someone who just loves my body.

Do you think it is easy to find a girl like that? Because it isn’t.

I want a girl that doesn’t just fall head over heel for me. She can’t be the normal, average girl that I can find anywhere. No, she needs to have mind of her own. Not just led by looks alone. No, she would love me for everything that I am not just because I am perfect.

Sigh. See? Not easy.

And of course I would have to protect her from all of my fangirls. They would kill whoever I pick. No questions asked. Especially Sakura and Ino, the populars, my head fangirls. I think they are even the presidents of the fanclub. They would defiantly kill whoever I picked.

Sigh.

If only I could kill them all, but there is just so many that it would look too obvious. Oh well.

No one knows about me being a vampire or my little *problem* well except for Naruto, my best friend and apparent rival. If you could him that. More like punching bag when ever he changes me to a fight. Which he does every day.

Every. Day.

I am still perfect. Perfect in every way, shape, and form.

Perfect.

I just have to find my perfect girl, decide that she meets all the requirements, fall in love with her, let her easily fall in love with me, share blood, and live happily ever perfect after.

Just perfect.