I ran towards her, my fangs set to dig into her. The world around me whizzed by in a blur, all I saw was her. The smell of her blood was intoxicating, sweet, and sour all at the same time; the perfect combination to make any vampire's mouth water.
She stumbled, falling against one of those old, vandalized buildings in New York.
The surroundings were dark, she was cornered, and no one was around...perfect. I hovered over her, staring at her pale throat where her blood boiled in anxiety. I could already taste her blood under my tongue. I looked back down at her face, her fear flooding her face, the face that protected me against everything I feared. Silent tears formed around her dark green eyes, the eyes that had reassured me during rough times.
"Emma, please." She whispered.
I sighed and unclenched my jaw, I can't kill my own sister
I woke with a start, my face beading with sweat. I licked my dry lips nervously. It
was just a dream! I thought. Nothing really happened. But, something would've have happened, something I would regret my entire life- sucking the life out of the one person who actually cared about me, my older sister.
I could kill dozens of people with only my teeth. My strength could destroy not
only people but everything that is in my path. I can bring the death of more than a thousand people without trying, in less than one hour. Believe me, I'm not bragging.
Yeah, I'm a vampire, and I am not proud.
In case you're wondering, I don't know Edward Cullen or any dude named Stefan. As a matter of fact, I don't know any vampire. For the past three years it's been just me, my sister Maya, and…her mother.
Notice how I said her mother, not our mother. Sally and I have never had a close relationship after dad got remarried. Ever since dad died she always seemed to be angry or afraid of me. As soon as she saw the pools of blood around his body, she assumed it was me –A craving blood-thirsty eleven year old vampire. Since then, every single time she saw me, she would turn into a completely different person. Not like her usual kind, soft careful personality. No, when she sees me, her eyes turn wild and her voice is discordant and shrill. Her dark green eyes always show fear, regret and hatred.
It makes me want to go back to the time when it was only my dad and –nobody else. The two of us were a happy family of blood thirsty demons. There was no one to nag us, or tell us what to do, and there always seemed to be an unlimited supply of blood to fill up both of our stomachs. But, everything changed, the day dad met Sally.
To get blood, Dad usually starts by making a conversation, trying to get friendly always make our meal a bit more comfortable. I would usually be there with him, but hiding, just in case anything went wrong. Next, he would try to get them somewhere alone, where nobody would ever look. Typically, it was an old, isolated bar or a deserted alley behind some secluded buildings. And then…bam! We'd have our meal, and get out of there.