*** Yawning soundly, I stretched around on my bed with the blanket still tangled around my body and blinked, focusing my still hazy eyes on the clock on the bedside table. Honestly? I hates waking up, not because I'm lazy or what, no, I hates waking up because, another day meaning only one thing, another torture of life will began and I detest that. I know what you thinking, what a negative person. Hey, not all people have rainbow and flower scattered around in their life, alright? my life was torture and bloods, that’s what shaping me into this, you’re just about to see why, so, it up,
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I ran my fingers through my bird nest of hair as I walk towards the mini blood bank beside my refrigerator, crouching down to look at the pile of blood bags that I’ve stored inside, except, the previously pile of bags now has decreased. Half of the bags has gone from the racks where I put them on,
Frowns start to form on my forehead as I count the bags, weird, I’m sure I have taking tab on my blood usage, how in the world did they decreased this much? Did I really became glutatinous over them lately?,
Unlike how human thought, Vampires only need to take one bag or two of bloods every two or three days, they survived on normal foods like human do, but blood was our source of energy, so we take it when we need to, without it, we’ll be as weak as humans. Weaker even,
Every vampire family has their supply of blood bags sent every month or every time their stocks finished. Me being a half-blood giving my evil step mother reasons to limit my share of blood bags, because I’m just half of a vampire, I only get half of the stock from their average share of bags. Thoughtful, I know,
Not that I mind it though, I indeed need less blood in my system, only taking a bag every two days, even four days if I’m not doing anything at all. But lately, I’ve been taking more than my average usage of blood bags each weeks. It freaks me out. If this continue, the bags won’t even enough for the rest of the month and I would have to ask for re-stocking, my step mother surely would make me re-stock the bags with my own blood! I really have to control myself and stop this new found appetite of mine,
Decided that I would survived just fine without a bag today, I stood then start to walk towards the bathroom, doing my business and take a shower. Stepping out from the shower, I put on my bathrobe and stood in front of the vanity mirror while brushing my teeth, looking at my reflection. Girl with icy silver eyes, pointy nose and mass of blood red hair looked back at me. Dad told me that I have my mother’s feature, a carbon copy of her whose he always says the most beautiful woman he ever seen walked on earth, which I always thought as a lies,
I mean, nobody has really seen my mother, not even that step mother of mine whose my father legally first wife, they married off because of the council order, in attempt to produce a strong heirs or heiresses for the Lee’s hereditary. When my dad meet my mom one night, he spellbounded immediately and ask the council to let they marry, they agreed only if his second wife would never show her face to the public. I don’t even know why my parent agreed on such term, it obviously sounds off until my mom just dissappeared one day, 2 years after giving birth to me. Leaving me with no memories of my real mother and a broken hearted father,
I stare more into my reflection as I recalled times dad fawned over me, telling me how I resembled my mom each day and call me beautiful. How could this awkward being could be beautiful? I’m sure he’s just being modest. I have a pair of eyes as cold as coldest winter, empty and hollow -Vampire naturally has black eyes, deep and black as night which only change blood red when something stirred their inner demon awake. My complexion so pale -almost translucent- even normal vampire seems tan compared to me, not even a single spot on my skin, not even in my body. My lips though, they seems out of place surrounded by the paleness of my skin, stood out with a color so red which almost as red as my hair, the lower lip fuller than the upper one -awkward combination if you ask me- but I may say my pointy nose makes up for it, making it somewhat bearable to look at. Lastly, my hair, the only feature that I adored the most because how my dad always says that my mom's hair was as red as mine and he loves her hair, soft and long, with beautiful waves on them. I stole the feature perfectly, that's why I hates when people start insulting my red hair. No mater how different they looked,
Sighing lightly at the trail of memories, I put my brush down and start to walk out from the steamy bathroom before a sight right below the vanity table catch my eyes and they widened in surprise. In the trashcan, there lies at least six empty blood bags. How in the world did I took that much of blood in one night?!, indeed, I remember taking a bag last night, seeing how my energy has depleted so much after cleaning the huge gym after school, but that’s it. Did I really took them unconciously? What's wrong with me?!.   *** Walking down the stairs while straightening my skirt, I make my way towards the dining room before a sight halted me right on the hallway. Stood there leisurely -as if this was their own house- is seven most despicable being I have ever landed my eyes on. Seven young member of the other families of the big six beside the Lee. The heirs of the throne of the vampire,
I gasped, catching most of the boys attention right away as they turn to look at me. Two of the three Kim brothers, the Jung and Park brats immediately smirked at the sight of my stiffened posture,
“well, well, if its not our residence little red riding