"What do you know about vampires? Nothing? Preposterous ! In that era, you must know at least a little something about vampires.
Well, I asked for it. That would be ridiculous for me to request you to write down the history of the Scarlet family, only to decide five minutes later that I am too lazy for this.
Let me start already, will you? I don't remember much about my childhood. For me, my true life started when I turned into a full vampire. You may be lost, but I'll explain later. So, my real life started when our parents -Flandre's and mine- got attacked by a vampire. There were screams of pain, of agony, as our parents fell to the beast's talons. Only when it was satisfied with them, it turned its attention to us.
No. It was acting like a beast, so I won't give it a name. It'll be "it" in that story. That being said and hopefully marked down, you might have heard that a vampire bite is painful. Maybe you heard that the pain is excruciating, or something like that. It's a lie. Just like mosquitoes', a vampire sucking your blood doesn't cause pain, even through comparing them is a bit painful to me.
I believe the term commonly used is "vampire's kiss". It suits it perfectly, I know that better than anybody else. Instead of pain, the bite feels like a kiss. However, while the kiss itself doesn't cause any pain, having your blood being sucked out certainly is painful. I believe I blacked out, and when I came back to my sense, I was laying in the middle of the living room, with my dear little sister's dead body next to me. That's when I noticed that I had wings. Small, ridiculous wings. After that, everything became extremely unpleasant. The servants arrived, saw the three dead bodies in the room, and blamed me, the winged monster, for the murder. While I was trying to explain myself, Flandre started shaking and changing. I think that, right now, we all stopped arguing and accusing each other, just to stare at my little sister turning into a monster. First, she lost several teeth, that were quickly replaced by sharp fangs. Second, her back seemed to move and slide, as if two giant leeches were crawling under her skin, and ultimately, her wings came out in an explosion of bloody. Highly unpleasant. When I saw that, I was horrified, and at the same time, relieved that the painful process didn't happen to me while I was awake. Finally, Flandre came back to life, but there was something different. She's always been a sweet girl, and yet, when she started breathing again, she was different.
Hmm, what is it? You want to know about the vampire that attacked us? Never saw it again. Anyway, after Flandre's little episode, we were practically homeless. It wouldn't be long before someone else came to see what was going on, or what the servants were doing, so I decided we should leave the mansion for a few years. Thinking back about it, it was a terrible idea, but back then, I was deeply disturbed by our sudden transformation, so I knew we couldn't pass for normal girls. And the plan was...
It was a really stupid plan. Originally, we were supposed to take some clothes, and go live in a forest for a few days. Until the mansion was abandoned, in fact. That way, as I thought, we wouldn't be moved to an orphanage, and we wouldn't be burned for being vampires. But things didn't go as planned, as a witch came to the mansion. Just when we were supposed to go away, with our bags, she arrived, smiling, and yet holding an open book in her hand, as if she was thinking of killing us. So she barged in, holding her book as if it was a weapon, constantly asking questions and threatening us. It's only when she noticed that she was threatening two young girls that she calmed down a bit. She asked us what happened, I told her we were attacked, she asked if the servants were also killed by the vampire and I lied to her. I tried to protect Flandre by pretending the other vampire did the killing. She started explaining us what vampires were like, what we were supposed to do, stuff like that.
Hmmm? It was weird for a witch to do such a thing? Maybe so. I guess she saw us as possible tools or something. Using a vampire to kill a vampire or something. Following her advice, Flandre and I went to sleep, hidden in the basement that she sealed, using her magic. She promised she would came back and set us free once everything was over, so that we could resume the hunt together.
She lied. She never came back."