"Devriah Yarro, Member 92, please step forward," Mirage said in a loud voice. Other vampires belonging to the Rohsen coven snickered. Being the youngest Rohsen vampire at age seventeen, I dedicated myself to a life of mischief and chaos. Mirage, leader of Rohsen, usually only called on me to reprimand my bad actions.
I sauntered over to the oak podium casually, twisting my long honey locks around my sharp-taloned finger. Blinking my chocolate eyes hesitantly, I responded, "Yes, Mir?" I'd rather be nonchalant than the bitchy rebellious teenager I was. My clothes showed off my dark side- a lengthy crimson dress with lace looking straight from Hot Topic.
Mirage stared me down with those piercing emerald optics. Ah. "One, you will address me by saying, 'Yes, Mirage Khain, sir?', not a silly nickname. Two, I have received a letter that is addressed to you." He handed me a thick yellow envelope.
"Hmm," I murmured. "Not too sure, Mir!" A boy snorted in the first row. I stretched my arms and cackled. "Just messing with you. Really? Okay." I snatched my letter from the leader. I carefully opened it up.
Mirage continued to hover over me, staring at the papers with me. A glossy golden parchment fell. An ancient-looking language with spiral letters was hurriedly scribbled onto the fancy paper. I creased it and turned my attention to the actual letter, this time written in delicate English.
Dear Ms. Yarro,
Hello. I am quite positive you don't recognize this handwriting. Good, you witch. If you must know, I have been tracing your every moves, vampire. I have been following you, bitch. If you are searching for me right this instant, I shall give you a hint: I'm closer to the vortex or reality than what is thought.
Well, it wasn't signed. I turned to my leader, who was frowning and holding up the fragile letter. In fact, the whole atmosphere of the room had turned serious and concerned. We were trained to expect that there are absolutely people who would most definitely smash us to pieces at any time. Despite this, were we prepared for a threat? Yes and no.
"Mirage, I think-"
I was cut off as severals heads whipped around abruptly. I stared with them, mesmerized. There, in a far corner, was a dark, twitching figure. A ghost of a smile appeared on the transparent face, looking straight at me with a gun in hand.