“Arghhh.” A tall, silver haired young man grunted and tried to scream as he was pressed against a wall and his mouth covered by shorter blond haired female. Her mouth was on his neck, and she released a low moan as a trickle of blood dripped down the side of his neck. The young man’s skin became paler and paler and his struggles weakened…until they ceased completely.

  “Oh no, oh no! What have I done?!” The young woman almost screamed, but covered her mouth to keep her panicked voice from attracting anyone. She removed her hand from her mouth and realized that there was blood on her lips. She quickly wiped the blood off with her hand. She stared at the blood on her hand for a few seconds before licking it off her hand and putting her finger in her mouth while letting out a soft moan. She looked over at the corpse of the young man, leaned against the wall of a dark alley, pale as a ghost and eyes still open, looking right at her.

  “I’m sorry.” She said before disappearing from sight in a blur.

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  To understand the situation, lets rewind time by nine hours.

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  Chrissy POV

  It is early September, the start of a new year for the young denizens of Mystique Falls, a small town located in North America. Unfortunately for me, I am one such denizen. My name is Christina Annastassia Pierce VanGhoul, but most people just know me as Christina Pierce, and my friends and family call me Chrissy. I wake up with a tired groan, as I had the same nightmare I have every night for as long as I can remember. I get out of bed and walk towards the mirror, and as usual, I look like I need more sleep. For context, I have long honey blonde hair, around 5’4” in height, beautiful blemish less white skin, an average bust size, a nice ass, at least I’d like to think, and pale red eyes. I quickly went to the bathroom and after twenty minutes I come out, drying my hair before opening my closest to pick the clothes of the day. I chose a blue, silk princess cut blouse with golden embroidery around the neck line. To an ordinary human, it looks like an ordinary embroidery, but to a family like mine, it was my name written Sanskrit. I quickly put on a dark blue jeans pants and join my family for breakfast.

  I quickly rushed down the steps of my house and as usual, all of them were downstairs already. My grandpa, was on the sofa along with Grandma reading dusty old books. Both of them looked middle aged, around late 40s, with jet black hair with few strands of grey hair neatly tucked away, which made them look more wise than old. My grandfather’s name is Edward Elliot Vanghoul and my grandmother is Camilla Edna Vanghoul.

  “Good morning, grandma, grandpa.” I greeted them as I passed.

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  “Bonum mane Christina mel, did you sleep well last night?” Camilla asked with a smile, showing her pearly white teeth and small fangs

  “Nope.” I said as I continued walking towards the kitchen when my body suddenly froze.

  “Tam despiciens censenda, are you still having those dreams.” Camilla asked

  “Yes.” I sighed, as long as I can remember, I have been having terrible dreams, chaotic dreams that have no order or discernable meaning. The dreams kept changing from one thing to another, from ice enveloped in raging flames to a stream of blood meeting a stream of water, neither mixing with the other. I would have been able to handle if it were just that but these dreams changed constantly and I could feel just how uncomfortable each of these dreams were, like I am trapped in each of these dreams. That doesn’t make for comfortable sleep.

  “Can you let me go now, I need to eat and get to school?” I asked impatiently and I nearly fell on my face as I was suddenly released.

  “Have fun with your humans honey?” Edward said, not looking up from his book, as I walked into the kitchen with a huff

  Inside the kitchen/dining room were the rest of the family, my aunt, my uncle, my father and my mother. My aunt had beautiful red hair, with pale red eyes like everyone else, and she was beautiful by every definition of the word. And she always dressed to impress. Her name was Vivian Esme Fairchild, she was not related to the family by blood, but has been with the family for a long time. My uncle was tall handsome, with black swept back hair, similar to grandpa. His name is Alaric Cassius VanGhoul. My father looked similar to my uncle, tall, handsome, black swept back hair. His name is Elliot Damien VanGhoul. And last but not least, is my beautiful mother, Lilian Selene Pierce VanGhoul. The two of us share so many features that we would be mistaken for sisters by strangers. They all looked way, way younger than their actual age.

  “Good morning, everyone.” I greeted

  “Good morning my beautiful little Annastassia, you look positively exhausted…as usual.” Vivian said teasingly

  “My name isn’t Annastassia.” I almost shouted, trying to remind her for the umpteenth time

  “Ooh, so angry, what’s gotten in your pants lately. Although, I guess it would be more telling to guess what hasn’t been in your pants.” Vivian said teasingly and I groaned in frustration

  “Leave her alone Vivian.” Mother said as she walked towards me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. Vivian chuckled and grabbed her breakfast, a glass of thick dark red liquid, as she walked out the door.

  “Goodmorning, Christina. Your breakfast is ready.” Elliot said and gestured towards the table with a single plate of egg, bacon and sausages as well as a glass of the same red liquid Vivian had. The food tasted alright, nothing special, and the blood tasted pretty much the same.

  “Alright, I’m off.” I said and quickly rushed towards the door when Alaric suddenly appeared in front of me with my bag in hand as well as my sneakers.

  “Don’t forget these.” Alaric said and I quickly donned my sneakers and took my bag before heading off. As I left the house, I could feel the sun on my skin and see a few of the many trees of Mystique Falls. My house was a pretty normal looking house, two stories, red and white in colour with ordinary wooden doors and located off a beaten path at the edge of the town. Now what isn’t normal, as you may have guessed, is my family. To the denizens of Mystique Falls, we were the Pierce family of seven, a normal family. But the VanGhouls were not normal, we are a family of vampires, at least the rest of my family is, I’m just a halfling, half human half vampire. Other than drinking human blood and the constant horrible nightmares, I have been nothing more than a perfectly normal, for a human, girl, which has caused disappointment to most of my family, although they have done well to hide it. My mom and aunt were the only ones who didn’t share the disappointment. I think my mom might actually be secretly relieved that I was normal, and not a ‘bloodthirsty creature’ of the night, since she is where I got my human half. My aunt seemed to not care for the most part, content with teasing me everyday.