Sibella Pov.

So sweet

Like a sense of sugar rush and apple's sweetness!

Sibella Wampyr, daughter of Dracula Wampyr (to not be confused with the other Dracula), was standing behind the closed door.
And there she was thinking, thinking and hearing all she physically sensed in this long day.

Sibella was in a whole new world of just found out feelings, she was sensing the hypnotic sensation of hurt, the drug addiction of pain, the thrilling feeling of being really human.

She hears the stories that her injuries are telling, it's a whole wild adventure of deep red that gets out their home, a shield that gets broken and hairs that get cut in the process.

Her previous bruises electricize her body, she didn't know this was missing in her un-life for all this time.

But now it's time to see the outside world.

She walks outside the door of her house and she see it.

The star in the sky above.

She was watching it with different eyes now, eyes that could be burned by it and made blind by long exposure.

And she kept starring at it.

Mighty Sun, I have never seen anything as great as you.

And then the burn hits her brain and register it as a danger to her health and with human instinct she puts her stare down.

She really did it, she looked at the King of the sol system for once, for real, like it's subjects did at least once in their young ages.

As a Dhampir she never felt pain as the species of her mother. Dhampirs are by all purposes vampires that can walk in the day, some of them feels more human than vampires but after noticing which group is more accepting, they all realize they're vampires after all.

Her mother could tell her the tragic joy of being human, feeling the ages that come and go, the bones and muscles that become strong and weak, the true meaning of life as it's short.

That's why she never asked to become a vampire, her last wish on her dying grave was to keep the vampirism to her progeny and let her live and die like a human.

In the past was the humanity of her mother that saved Sibella's father and her future husband:

when the butcher's knife of Abraham Van Helsing hit her father's chest in the coward man's way, during the day when he was sleeping, Dracula Wampyr became a dust statue, and his enemies felt it was enough to conclude their adventure in the Mephistophelic place. But in all these centuries the fatal error that many self proclaimed monsters hunters commit is to never really hit the right place or with the right weapon, so the Count stayed in a coma like state, a dreamless agony where he felt nothing but the whisper that he was supposed to walk the earth once again.
And that's where my mother, the roma woman Sanguigna that fought the enemy of my father Morris during his plan to kill him, entered and saved my father by removing curing the sand like corpse with her own blood and with the time and sorrow Dracula could finally enter the physical world again.

The mother had Stockholm syndrome but what she felt was really love and so the time Dracula passed with her. And when they had Sibella the joy of a new Dracula was celebrated.

Even her uncle, the other Dracula, Abhartach the green skinned brother of her father with her immortal wife Pira came to see the new member of the family.

The time passed with her family made Sibella proud of being a Dracula, so she always "lived" it in the best way she could, by dressing charmingly and making puns about her vampiric heritage to show there is nothing to hide and there is pride in show her best and her worst.

And now that she feels the life of a human on her own body, she finally understands why her mother decided to die a human, now she can sense how she was different every second that passed, the wind touched her skin differently in each time.

This sense of continuity and knowing there is only one future and every can change.

Her vampire part could never understand how her mother was getting weaker every age, for Sibella she was there for a small fraction of her life.

Born in the 900 her mother kept living for about 50 years and then she died, for Sibella this was 10 years of her life. After her mother death she kept growing until she reached 13 years old of body age and she stopped growing after that moment. According to her father this meant she would have stayed 13 for longer and when her body would tell she would keep grow until she reached an adult body.

Apparently, it was a mind thing, years later the battle with Revolta she felt more adult and she could age more every year normally until she stopped at a 20 like year body.

And she is now feeling all her years but in an old teen body, a little mistake and she could have turned into 100 years old dust.

Maybe the gem turned her into the age she felt at the moment? Such a mystery.

But now she breathed real air, she smelled real grass, no more hunting instincts such as what was organic what body tempt something was, she felt the real odor of nature without other motivations.

And she walked, walked in the mud, the grass and the earth.

And then she ran and felt the wind stroking her, such a peaceful sensation.

Her long dress was getting in the way, with no other thought she strips it off.

Her long legs can now run even better.

A lot of little bugs go into her face as she sprints again, she doesn't care.
She keeps smiling, bugs keep coming and paint her face of brown points.

Her sleeves are annoying too, a strap and they're gone too in the woods.

She is now wearing what looks like a potato sack for it's worth.

Her legs are getting sore, they pulsate for the effort, she keeps at it and doesn't ask when to stop, she simply likes to do it.

She is having so much fun running and tiring herself up she doesn't know where she is nor care, maybe she is in the city or in another country.

Her eyes saw a military truck

But her vision was so misted by the need of speed she didn't care

And she kept running

The truck was still and she was pointing at it like it wasn't there

And then she striked on it

the left side view mirror got knocked off and Sibella made an involuntary jump by the knockback

Next thing she knew is that she was laying on earth, her shoulder and rips were throbbing her organism and announcing it was too much.

A voice was saying something.

She was unable to move, her body decided to give it a forced rest.

A voice got stronger.

She had just an open mouth and eyes looking at the sky.

The voice said for the third time "ARE YOU OK?"

The old teen in a cadet blue uniform, Tug Roper, the leader of the platoon of the cadets the grimwood girls usually fought in sports challenges.

Sibella was still trying to consider what had happened and saw the blonde buy after her trying to make her raise up.

"I'm…I'm alive!" said the girl.

"Oh dear, Sibella? Is that you?" the boy replied in shock after recognizing her face.

"I…I was running and I accidentally hit this…or at least I think was an accident.."
"Mhm" the boy was questioning "Well you hit the truck, it will probably leave a mark but nothing some relax won't fix"
"Nah" screamed quickly Sib "I'm alright, hurt make me strong…Ouch" she went as she started to stand up.

"Why don't we go in the medical tent? I already saw hits like this I can help".

Sibella was feeling teen hormones kicking and they said to accept the help of this boy
"Ah yeah yeah sure! I was just ditzy I need some help" she said with a forced smile to say it was all alright.

They boy put on her arm under hers and they started to move.

The boy then said when she realized she was pretty much a normal looking girl with a trashed dress "I have never seen you without makeup" he said with a soft smile "you're such a pretty girl, that much makeup could ruin your skin one day I tell you". He said with a small blush.

Why would he say that? Hormones kicking both male and female leader of the groups?
Sibella blushed and felt her cheeks becoming red and warm, it was soft and cute sensation and then she answered to the military youth:

"Oh yeah thanks. I was feeling like I wanted to experience new thing"
While talking she remembered how this was the guy that believed the school was all just a makeup party with special effects even after they rescued them from a four armed witch.

"I say that I like it's so far, makes me feel…alive" she said with her eyes looking in the far horizon as if they were lost in thought.

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And on the medical tent some band aids were applied on the girl skin.

She was sitting and looked around, weird way to use torture instruments.

"here, you should relax for a while before doing another crazy speed up" the lad chatted in.

"mmm thanks, could I ask you to give me scissors?"

"Uh why?...You aren't one of those weirdos that like to cut themselves right?" he asked alarmingly.

"What no" welp better not do it then "I wanted to try a thing"

Tug had a questioning look but decided to humor it and gave her a pair of scissors.

And the girl with a happy smile started to cut her big fluffy hairs.

Big pieces were falling down and the kid was looking with a confused shocked face.

"Sibs, are you alright? This is a weird thing to do out of blue"
And the girl said "well I wanted to try it, it feels so oddly goody.

"I see" the lad said.

The scene went on and Sibs now sported a short cut and looked on the mirror "wow this looks good" and then it her.
"WOW I CAN SEE IT!" she can now see her face in the mirror! No more sitting hours in a chair waiting Mr Hand to paint how she looked like.

"yeah me too" the kid went.

"haha sorry it was a shocking surprise!"

The lad gave a soft smile.

"well it's a good change to met without having to fight each other"
And the neo sportsy girl who was absolutely thrilled about this new found friendship said "Oh yeah! We can do it again! Like tomorrow and tomorrow of tomorrow!
"Alright then!"

"Yayyyy!"