S.D.:G.S #3

Sibella sat in her room, her fangs absently protruding and retracting to an unheard beat. She found herself doing this, getting lost in through, becoming more and more common over the years. Her hunger was growing, much earlier then expected, and her father refused to let her feed from animals or donated blood packs Mrs. g provided; something about how such an act would ruin HIS 'honor'.

Everyone was just now waking, probably preparing for breakfast, but the idea of actually eating food seemed to disgust her now. "Just another side effect of being half born..." she absently mumbled as she remembered the conversation she had with her father.

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Flash-back

Sibella glared at her father, wishing she inherited her (from her mother's side) grandfather's paralyzing glare. "Dad!" she half yelled/growled, "Why are you being so difficult Sibella? You can not be feeling the hunger, it's impossible." She continued to glare at her father, Dracula.

"You're not me! You don't know what I'm feeling!" It came out more of a growl then a yell, but it did it's job in forcing Dracula to look at her. "That may be true, but it is still an impossibility for you to feel hunger. Half bloods don't feel hunger until near twenties, and that would only be possible if it was a son." Sibella growled, "Is that what this is about! Me not being a son!" Dracula took a step back at the venom in his daughter's voice. "I have never said that Siba..."

He wasn't given a chance to finish as a pillow slammed into his face, making him stumble a step back. "You always do! Every time it's ether you wanting a son, or having turned mom before I was born!" The door slammed shut in Dracula's face, and he would have busted it down but being full blooded he couldn't enter the room.

Letting out a growl much like that of his daughter, Dracula slammed his fist into the obsidian stone wall, cracking it. "If that's how you want to be then fine, you can feed, but not by those filthy animals, nor will you take those packs your Headmistress gives! You want to feed you will take it like your ancestors, from the source!" Finishing his spew Dracula stomped down the hall, muttering about American vegetarian Vampires, and their being a sparkling insult to their kind.

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Flash-back end

Sibella groaned aloud, wishing she hadn't even brought the subject up. Her father's band on packed/animal blood was, to her, law thanks the the subconscious control being family head gave him. There hadn't been a human anywhere near the School since the Calloway Academy shut down. There was a better chance of her father donating blood then a human appearing anywhere near the school.

Sibella held her head in her hands, trying to ignore the little voice that called for blood. It was more of an annoyance then anything, but it seemed to get louder every few days. Sibella absently noted she could hear the other girls waking up. The humming of electricity from Elsa's alarm clock had started, and the bang from Winnie alarm clock hitting the wall was enough to know she was getting up. Setting up from her desk Sibella moved and stood by her door, waiting for Winnie to open her door so she could cut in front of her.

The two girls were no longer at each others throats, but simple kept their little 'game' going simply to fight off the boredom that's been filling their life's ever so increasingly over the years.

"Vamp." Winnie grunted as she opened her door to the smiling Sibella. "Fur Coat." she returned the greeting before grabbing her arm and pulled her towards the stairs. "Hay! Let go! I need to finish getting dressed!" Winnie yelled and demanded, trying to free her hand from Sibella's grasp as she lunged for her shirt and braw that hung on the other side of the door knob.

"No, you should of thought of that before opening the door."

This was another quirk in their strange relationship. While most of the other girls were self-conscious about themselves, Winnie and Sibella seemed to find enjoyment in openly flaunting themselves at each other. Winnie would always start it off in the mornings, and Sibella would only react in the evenings. Though Sibella did change tactics every not and then such as now.

"Let me get my shirt at least!" Winnie growled, in a mix of playfulness anger, and Sibella stopped pulling near the top of the stairs, as if it ponder the request. "Nope." she responded while making the 'P' pop with her lips. Causing Winnie to growl in annoyance. Sibella started to pull Winnie towards the stairs but was unprepared when Winnie ran forward, braced her legs against the edge of the top step and pushed off. Sibella was pulled along and down the stairs, never letting go, and both became a tangled mess as they rolled down the Grand Staircase.

When they finally reached the ground floor they met the hard wood with a loud "Thud".