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Lola stepped out of the damp shower; she wanted to think that all of her troubles and worries floated down the drain, for her life to be perfect, but she would only be kidding herself. Life wasn't always horrible for Lola. After her father's passing her mother spent a lot of time comforting her and spoiling her. Everything changed when her mother found a guilty pleasure in alcohol. Amora would spend hours at a pub down the street, drinking her troubles away, while leaving her 6-year-old daughter home alone to defend for herself. Whenever Amora would arrive at her house, she would wake her daughter and strike her violently. "Its all your fault that your father isn't here to love me and make things better! It's your fault that he's not here," her mother would yell as the stench of alcohol filled Lola's nose. Lola reached for her dry, ratty, old towel and wrapped her cold, wet body inside of it. Quickly, she threw on some warm clothes and went searching threw her duffel bag for her hairbrush. To her delight, she managed to find something more useful then a hairbrush, a package of cigarettes. She placed a "death stick" (as her mother would call them), on her lips, lit it, and slowly breathed in the toxic air. Lola sighed in relaxation and glanced at the clock. It was 10:15. Regretfully she tossed the cigarette in the toilet. Almost immediately Lola placed her hair in a high ponytail.
"Lola Rosa, why do you smell smoke?" Her mother questioned.
"Why do you think?" Lola replied while attempting to question her mother's stupidity.
Her mother reached into Lola's duffel back, Lola tried to squirm away from her mother, but it was to late.
"What in Gods name to you think you are doing Mother, searching threw my bag, can't I have some privacy?" Lola asked in an angry tone.
With the package of "death sticks" in her hands, her mother replied:
"Where did you get these?"
Lola smirked and proudly replied " I found them in your bedroom, what are you doing with them? I thought you quit smoking Mother."
"At least I am of age to smoke, unlike you." Amora snapped right before tossing Lola's cigarettes out the window.
"Have you gone mad?" Lola yelled.
Amora raised her hand as if she was about to strike Lola.
Lola glared at her mother and asked sarcastically, "What are you going to do, hit me?" Amora quickly smacked her daughter's face fairly hard. Lola touched her red cheek in dismay, blood tears started to form from her right eye, but she wouldn't let then fall.
Before Amora could move her hand away from her child, she screamed in agony as her daughter sunk her knifelike fangs into her wrist. The excruciating pain filled Amora's body as Lola absorbed her mother's heavenly tasting blood. Lola's eyes were crimson colour as she was sucking on her mother's wrist; she stopped the delightful moment once her mother fell to the floor.
Lola stood up and looked down on her mother's body.
"How could you do that to me?" Her mother whimpered.
"I could ask you the same question." Lola replied. She felt strong, and was glad that she had finally overpowered her foul mother.
"But, I love you." Her mother stuttered while looking into her daughter's eyes, which still had crimson colour inside of them. She could tell there was no more human left inside of her once loving daughter.
"Save it for some who cares." Lola replied with no sympathy what so ever. She grabbed her train ticket and left the Leaky Caldron.
Wandering through the crowded train station, looking for Platform 9 ¾, Lola realized that her mother's tainted blood was swimming through her veins. She quickly bit her upper arm, letting the blood fill inside her mouth, she couldn't stand knowing that a part of her mother was floating inside of her. A tall, red haired, boy quietly stood in front of her with a shocked expression. She glared at the boy and spewed the blood onto his freckled face. Immediately he wiped the blood away from his innocent face and yelled,
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Have you gone completely insane?"
Lola strutted up to the boy, his knees started to shake as he trembled with fear. She could hear his fast heart beat. Oh how she wanted to sink her fangs into his tender neck and drink his luscious blood, but she had to control her urges.
Lola whispered in his ear:
"Don't worry, a little bit of blood wont hurt you, but I will."
The sound of his whimpering brought a smirk to her face, she left the boy unharmed and continued her search for Platform 9 ¾.
She glanced at her watch it was 10:45. If she didn't find the platform soon the train would leave without her. While puzzling to herself where the platform was, she saw a plump red headed woman leading two children to a brick wall between platform nine and ten. Lola carefully watched as the two children rushed towards the wall. She got herself ready to laugh at they're discomfort once they crashed into the wall, but to her surprise they didn't crash into it at all, they went right threw it.
Of course this is platform 9 ¾, how could I be so ignorant, Lola thought to herself.
She rapidly ran towards the wall, while pushing her trolley in front of her. Lola closed her eyes when the wall was in front of her. To her relief she didn't crash into it, instead she was in front of a scarlet red train.
----On the Train---
Lola was lucky enough to find an empty compartment.
While sitting alone on the comfy seat in the compartment, she started to think about her mother. She wondered if she had killed her, but she couldn't of, vampires are a lot harder to kill then humans, she knew from experience. Lola started to question if attempting to kill her mother was the most brilliant stunt she has ever pulled. The thing Lola didn't understand was why she had so much guilt? She's wanted to kill her annoying mother since the first time she hit her. So why wasn't she happily celebrating?