Marissa looked out the window and watched the sunrise. She compelled some guys to make the glass thick enough for her to look out the window without, well, dying. She used to love sunrises. Sometimes, she and Steph would sneak outside just to watch one. Now it was just an indicator for her to stay in the shade. Nothing more.
She walked over to the fridge and pulled out a blood bag. She leaned against the counter and started slowly drinking the blood. While drinking, Rissa looked around the apartment. It was a messy studio. Her bed was in the middle, dirty clothes all around. She hasn't washed anything since she turned. When she ran out of clean things to wear, she started going to stores and compelling herself clothes, simple as that.
Rissa wanted to go outside. How did Dad live like this for 153 years? She was genuinely interested. No. No, he is the last person she should think about. But still… he must've had some way to walk in the sun. Maybe she could do something inside the apartment. Ugh, why is that place so small?! Why can't she compel herself a bigger place to live? Oh, yeah, to avoid suspicion. Stupid suspicion. Who even cares?
She realised she finished the blood bag. Whatever. Whatever… whatever…
Rissa opened her eyes. Wait, what happened? Did she… pass out? Vamps can do that? Really? Ugh. Her head was on the counter. Last time she passed out, (which, ironically, was also the first time) she woke up in her bed. Dad had carried her all the way from the kitchen floor. No! She should really stop thinking about him.
Only then did she notice the sun was gone. How long was she out for? Well, to be honest, she was awake for over 30 hours before that, but that was just what being a vampire was all about. At least for Marissa, it was. But it didn't matter now, because now, she could go outside.
Marissa ran downstairs and outside. There was no one in sight. She considered going to a bar, but decided it was getting old. She wanted to feed. Rissa vamped to the nearest small and empty street and waited. Soon, a man appeared:
-Hi… what are you doing here? You're, like, a teenager?- he said (though it sounded more like he asked). He didn't get an answer. He just saw the cute little girl's eyes darken, her cheeks covered with veins. That quickly disappeared, and she looked deep into his eyes:
-Don't move. Don't make a sound.
She made the face again and bit into his neck. He wanted to run, yell, scream for help, but… he couldn't. It's like, when she told him not to move or speak, she made him not want to move or speak… no. No, he wanted to, he definitely wanted to, he just… he couldn't.
She took a step back. Her face went back to normal, though now covered with blood. She bit into her own wrist and made him drink. All the pain was gone. He touched his neck where he was bitten not a minute ago, not. A. Scratch:
-How? How did… how did you?- she looked into his eyes again:
-You will forget you ever saw me. You will forget I ever bit you.
-I will forget I ever saw you. I will forget you ever bit me.- he found himself repeating.
He then kept walking home. Because nothing happened.
Rissa was proud of herself. The poor guy will never remember this. It only made it better that he tasted good. She knew he would. It's something her dad told her during a drunk rant when she was 5:
"Listen up, Kitten, you're gonna need this in the future. You know what kind of blood tastes best, huh, Kitten? Well, it's hot people blood. Just remember that for me, okay, kitten?"
And she did. Remember it, that is. But not for him. For herself. She won't think about him.
-Marissa, right?- she heard from behind. -Just the vampire I've been looking for.