The Pretty Little Vampire
Time: After Extras
Introduction
In my life, there were three basic needs. They branched off into hundreds of other desires, wants, wishes, and so on, but the three basic were the supreme in my mind:
1)Boys
2)Fashion
3)Blood
Through every party I wore a mask. A smile, with eyelashes that batted in every direction, with hair that flipped at all the right times and killer curves. Beneath it, I was a killer. A bloodthirsty killer. Though I didn't let anyone in on this, not even my closest of friends. My secret identity was just that; a secret.
I just wish it had always stayed that way.
The night of the best bash of the year was now, and I looked perfect, to say the least; eyelashes fierce and glowing slightly with emerald reflective chips, green eyes flashing different neon tones of the same colour, lips striped with different greens as well, and a dress that was made of smooth vines and fresh spring leaves. My hair was dark, wine red, curled and let loose to tumble around me. I didn't even wear shoes to suit the look. Like I was natural.
I was not a natural creature. I was pulled onto the dance floor by someone whose eyes were straight on my chest, where the vines were scarce. He pulled me close to press us together and we moved in sync with the music. What was his name? I didn't know, but this felt good and I didn't care. That was the pattern of my life as a pretty vampire.