Okay, since Mylie is an OC, I'm going to give a little information about her before the next chapter starts.
Hi, I'm Mylie. The 877 year old vampire with the curly blonde locks and red eyes. I am physically 17.
It was evening. I was hunting for a snack. There was one human whose blood called out to me. I began the hunt. It was a boy; about 15. I licked my lips. I reached out and touched his shoulder. He turned and looked at me. When he saw me he instantly moved his eyes to places he shouldn't be looking at. 'That pig,' I thought.
"What's your name" he asked me seductively.
Coldly, I told him, "Mylie"
"Like Miley, that horrible singer."
"No not like Hannah Mont Pissy-Pants" I said, annoyed. I hated my name when people asked me that. He laughed.
I needed to get my meal out of there. The king's security guards that went around making sure the residents stayed in their houses after curfew were out. There were 17 just on that one street. While, I was way too mature to play with my food, I decided that even adults needed to have some fun.
"Can you take me to your house? I'm tired and broke." I said, batting my eyebrows.
"Of course. Hey, my parents are out of town…" his vioce trailed off, as if he expectd me to understand what he was going to say. Unfortunately for him, I did.
His house was brown with green trim surrounding the windows. I didn't know why the painters would even think of putting those colors together.
"Where's your bedroom?" I asked him, Trying to sound curious, rather than hungry.
"Second floor, first door to the right." He immediately said. He sounded hopeful. I answered that with a great, and pulled him up the stairs.
As soon as we enter his room. This guy who I don't even know the name of starts kissing me. What does he think I am? A slut? I take offense to that, as I'm just a vampire.
I pushed him hard. Once he lands on the ground he looks around, shocked. He was surprised at my strength, obviously. It was pretty funny watching him crash into the wall, make a perv-sized hole, and land in the other room.
I walked through the hole, looking up at him, giving him a full view of my burgundy eyes.
"What the f*** are you?" he asked.
"Language," I chided. Then I realize he was bleeding. I held my breath. I didn't want my vampiric instincts taking over. Playing was fun, and I didn't want to stop just yet.
"Shut the hell up." He yelled.
"You can't shut Hell." I said. "But you can send people there. Trust me, you will be the next, and to answer your first question, rude as it was, I'm a Goddamn vampire!" I bit him hard as I could. I got to say I enjoyed it. His blood was delicious. And, on top of that, i got rid of one more perv who thought they could have me.