A story I have been working on.
Please tell me what you think of it, and I will continue posting the rest of the story
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Chapter 1
We live in a world of secrets to be taken to our graves. A world where a person's bloodline is valued more then a person's character. We live in luxurious homes where dark secrets loom at every hidden corner. We own the night life and everyone old enough reeks of lust and wine.
I am one of these mysterious people. I have my own secrets. I live in the grandest mansion in Venice, Italy and roam the streets with my posse. I am the object of men's desires. I sound like a princess with loyal subjects to attend to my every whim. But I am no real princess. My mother and father both vanished and left me on my own. I am respect solely because of who my ancestors were. I was born into a family of aristocrats and vengeful enigmas. All because I am a vampire; hated and feared by the human society.
Humans do not know everything about us, but they like to think they do. They do not know that we are almost normal humans during the day, but when night falls, something happened to us. We are consumed by an unstoppable urge to feast on whatever blood we find. We become they terror of the night and the rulers of the sky. And nightfall is where my story begins.
“Aren’t you going to get ready, Sophia,” Annette asked.
I was standing by the large window in the library, looking out over the city at the sinking sun when I heard Annette’s question.
“I am ready.”
“You’re in your jammies. “
“What’s wrong with them?”
“You’re half naked and Klaus will be all over you if you don’t get dressed.” Annette sounded annoyed.
“What’s got you all worked up?” I began walking toward my bedroom.
“Oh nothing. It’s just that Klaus is constantly surrounded by women and showered with affection by the most desperate girls I have ever seen in my life.”
“And you are saying this because?” I looked at her and raised my eyebrows.
“Because they are annoying,” Annette huffed.
“You’re not jealous now, are you,” I teased. I knew very well that she had a boyfriend.
“Ok, first of all, I have no reason to be jealous. Second, you are the one with the jealousy issues. Not me. It’s no mystery why you can’t keep a boyfriend.”
I rolled my eyes and strolled into my bedroom. I quickly shut the door leaving Annette to wallow in her own problems. I took a long drink of water to quench my thirst before my night out. I glanced at myself in the mirror. My pink and black hair flowed over my shoulders and cascaded down my back. My bright brown eyes shine a truth I wish to hide. They tell of my slightly troubled life and secret depression.
The setting sun brought me out of my wandering thoughts and I felt a stabbing pain just below my shoulders. Quickly, I got dressed and rushed up to the mansion’s rooftop. As I sprinted down the long, dark hall, I smacked into something. I thought I collided with a wall, but I looked up to see Kian, Klaus’s identical twin brother, looking a bit dazed.
Once he recovered from the sudden blow to his torso, he asked, “Are you ok there?”
“Oh, yes, I’m fine.” I felt the sharp pain in my shoulders grow more intense. I winced.
“Come on, let’s hurry and meet the others,” Kian said. I nodded and we took off together and reached the roof just as the sun disappeared below the horizon.
Everyone, me, Annette, Kian, Klaus and his admirers Lena and Millie, waited. The pain in my shoulders was becoming rapidly unbearable. I looked at the others and I could tell the pain was getting to them too. Without another thought, I charged toward the edge of the building and leapt off, willing to spread my black wings and fly away. In an instant, I was completely airborne, feeling the cool night air engulf me and awaken my strigoi senses. I was on the hunt.
I could just barely hear my friends take flight as I had just done, but we always flew in separate directions. I headed towards the center of the city, looking for an unsuspecting victim. But before I could choose one, I flew around the city several times; just taking in the joy and unbridled freedom of flying.
After an hour of circling the city, I choose the home of a particularly plump, middle-aged man whose blood will keep me satisfied for at least three days. The window to his room was locked shut. Nothing major, I told myself as I sat down on the balcony and waited for the man to fall asleep so I could break into the house unnoticed. And so, I sat down and looked at the stars, looking for the one I claimed as my own when I was just a child in the Romanian wilderness.
Several hours later, I saw the lights in the room turn off. Finally, I thought. I was about to fly off to look for someone else, but my patience paid off. I ran my fingers along the top of the window, feeling for the lock. Once I found it, I broke it off and slid the window open and walked right in without making a sound.
When it came to drinking a man’s blood, there are many techniques at my disposal. I could seduce him like Annette does. She and I are pros at the manipulation of men. What sane man can resist a beautiful girl in their room? Another was to break the victim’s neck, paralyzing them, and then biting them, allowing them to die slowly. This was my preferred method. Because I have no soul, I do not care if they suffer or not.
I silently glided towards the man and slowly raised my arm. With all of my strength, I punched him in the neck, hearing a loud, sickening crack. To my satisfaction, the man jerked awake and looked at me with his frightened eyes. And I know the thought of what was happening to him terrified him. I lunged down and sank my teeth deep into his thick neck. The taste of his warm blood was tantalizing.
I sat up after a long drink and looked around the room. I decided to relax for a bit. He wasn’t going anywhere and no one was expecting me home for another couple of hours. Then someone caught my eye. Someone. That made me hide behind that man’s bulging middle so I would not be found. It was a good thing I am a very petite strigoi. The mysterious figure slowly climbed inside the room. Whoever they were, they had wings. Another strigoi was invading my territory and they were going to pay with their life. But first, I had to make sure the person wasn’t one of my friends. They were not oddly tall like Klaus or Kian, and they definitely were not Annette, Millie, or Lena. This person was a total stranger and they did not know I was going to pounce. But I never got the chance.
“I know you’re there,” he said as he turned on a lamp. “I saw your wings twitch.”
Damn my wings. I slowly looked up at him. He was fixing his tie. “You’d best leave before I kill you,” I threatened.
“You know you can’t kill a vampire. Not really anyway.” He looked at me. He had the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen.
“Can you just please leave so I can finish in peace?”
The mysterious boy shrugged, turned off the lamp, and left. Just like that. I glanced at the clock; 2:37 AM. Then something occurred to me. How long had he been watching me? I quickly drained the now long dead man of his blood and jumped out the window, landing softly on the street below. I began my walk home, like I always did, when I heard someone run up behind me. The person put their hand over my mouth and grabbed my arm, not letting me run or fly away.
“Please calm down. I won’t hurt you.” I recognized the soft voice, but I could not put a name with it. Then I saw who it was. The blue eyed boy I met just 5 minutes ago. He had obviously been waiting for me.
Once he finally let me go, I whispered angrily, “Why were you following me?”
Mr. Blue Eyes looked at me and said, “Well, I just wanted to say ‘hi’ and I wanted to tell you I think you are really pretty and I like your hair.”
“A lot of people think I am pretty. You have said nothing to impress me, if that is what you are trying to do.”
“I’m not trying, I’m just saying.”
“I’m going home then. Have a nice night,” I said, returning to my walk home.
He called out, “What’s your name?”
Without turning around, I softly yelled, “Sophia.”
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.
Your thoguhts?
Please be nice
Please tell me what you think of it, and I will continue posting the rest of the story
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.
Chapter 1
We live in a world of secrets to be taken to our graves. A world where a person's bloodline is valued more then a person's character. We live in luxurious homes where dark secrets loom at every hidden corner. We own the night life and everyone old enough reeks of lust and wine.
I am one of these mysterious people. I have my own secrets. I live in the grandest mansion in Venice, Italy and roam the streets with my posse. I am the object of men's desires. I sound like a princess with loyal subjects to attend to my every whim. But I am no real princess. My mother and father both vanished and left me on my own. I am respect solely because of who my ancestors were. I was born into a family of aristocrats and vengeful enigmas. All because I am a vampire; hated and feared by the human society.
Humans do not know everything about us, but they like to think they do. They do not know that we are almost normal humans during the day, but when night falls, something happened to us. We are consumed by an unstoppable urge to feast on whatever blood we find. We become they terror of the night and the rulers of the sky. And nightfall is where my story begins.
“Aren’t you going to get ready, Sophia,” Annette asked.
I was standing by the large window in the library, looking out over the city at the sinking sun when I heard Annette’s question.
“I am ready.”
“You’re in your jammies. “
“What’s wrong with them?”
“You’re half naked and Klaus will be all over you if you don’t get dressed.” Annette sounded annoyed.
“What’s got you all worked up?” I began walking toward my bedroom.
“Oh nothing. It’s just that Klaus is constantly surrounded by women and showered with affection by the most desperate girls I have ever seen in my life.”
“And you are saying this because?” I looked at her and raised my eyebrows.
“Because they are annoying,” Annette huffed.
“You’re not jealous now, are you,” I teased. I knew very well that she had a boyfriend.
“Ok, first of all, I have no reason to be jealous. Second, you are the one with the jealousy issues. Not me. It’s no mystery why you can’t keep a boyfriend.”
I rolled my eyes and strolled into my bedroom. I quickly shut the door leaving Annette to wallow in her own problems. I took a long drink of water to quench my thirst before my night out. I glanced at myself in the mirror. My pink and black hair flowed over my shoulders and cascaded down my back. My bright brown eyes shine a truth I wish to hide. They tell of my slightly troubled life and secret depression.
The setting sun brought me out of my wandering thoughts and I felt a stabbing pain just below my shoulders. Quickly, I got dressed and rushed up to the mansion’s rooftop. As I sprinted down the long, dark hall, I smacked into something. I thought I collided with a wall, but I looked up to see Kian, Klaus’s identical twin brother, looking a bit dazed.
Once he recovered from the sudden blow to his torso, he asked, “Are you ok there?”
“Oh, yes, I’m fine.” I felt the sharp pain in my shoulders grow more intense. I winced.
“Come on, let’s hurry and meet the others,” Kian said. I nodded and we took off together and reached the roof just as the sun disappeared below the horizon.
Everyone, me, Annette, Kian, Klaus and his admirers Lena and Millie, waited. The pain in my shoulders was becoming rapidly unbearable. I looked at the others and I could tell the pain was getting to them too. Without another thought, I charged toward the edge of the building and leapt off, willing to spread my black wings and fly away. In an instant, I was completely airborne, feeling the cool night air engulf me and awaken my strigoi senses. I was on the hunt.
I could just barely hear my friends take flight as I had just done, but we always flew in separate directions. I headed towards the center of the city, looking for an unsuspecting victim. But before I could choose one, I flew around the city several times; just taking in the joy and unbridled freedom of flying.
After an hour of circling the city, I choose the home of a particularly plump, middle-aged man whose blood will keep me satisfied for at least three days. The window to his room was locked shut. Nothing major, I told myself as I sat down on the balcony and waited for the man to fall asleep so I could break into the house unnoticed. And so, I sat down and looked at the stars, looking for the one I claimed as my own when I was just a child in the Romanian wilderness.
Several hours later, I saw the lights in the room turn off. Finally, I thought. I was about to fly off to look for someone else, but my patience paid off. I ran my fingers along the top of the window, feeling for the lock. Once I found it, I broke it off and slid the window open and walked right in without making a sound.
When it came to drinking a man’s blood, there are many techniques at my disposal. I could seduce him like Annette does. She and I are pros at the manipulation of men. What sane man can resist a beautiful girl in their room? Another was to break the victim’s neck, paralyzing them, and then biting them, allowing them to die slowly. This was my preferred method. Because I have no soul, I do not care if they suffer or not.
I silently glided towards the man and slowly raised my arm. With all of my strength, I punched him in the neck, hearing a loud, sickening crack. To my satisfaction, the man jerked awake and looked at me with his frightened eyes. And I know the thought of what was happening to him terrified him. I lunged down and sank my teeth deep into his thick neck. The taste of his warm blood was tantalizing.
I sat up after a long drink and looked around the room. I decided to relax for a bit. He wasn’t going anywhere and no one was expecting me home for another couple of hours. Then someone caught my eye. Someone. That made me hide behind that man’s bulging middle so I would not be found. It was a good thing I am a very petite strigoi. The mysterious figure slowly climbed inside the room. Whoever they were, they had wings. Another strigoi was invading my territory and they were going to pay with their life. But first, I had to make sure the person wasn’t one of my friends. They were not oddly tall like Klaus or Kian, and they definitely were not Annette, Millie, or Lena. This person was a total stranger and they did not know I was going to pounce. But I never got the chance.
“I know you’re there,” he said as he turned on a lamp. “I saw your wings twitch.”
Damn my wings. I slowly looked up at him. He was fixing his tie. “You’d best leave before I kill you,” I threatened.
“You know you can’t kill a vampire. Not really anyway.” He looked at me. He had the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen.
“Can you just please leave so I can finish in peace?”
The mysterious boy shrugged, turned off the lamp, and left. Just like that. I glanced at the clock; 2:37 AM. Then something occurred to me. How long had he been watching me? I quickly drained the now long dead man of his blood and jumped out the window, landing softly on the street below. I began my walk home, like I always did, when I heard someone run up behind me. The person put their hand over my mouth and grabbed my arm, not letting me run or fly away.
“Please calm down. I won’t hurt you.” I recognized the soft voice, but I could not put a name with it. Then I saw who it was. The blue eyed boy I met just 5 minutes ago. He had obviously been waiting for me.
Once he finally let me go, I whispered angrily, “Why were you following me?”
Mr. Blue Eyes looked at me and said, “Well, I just wanted to say ‘hi’ and I wanted to tell you I think you are really pretty and I like your hair.”
“A lot of people think I am pretty. You have said nothing to impress me, if that is what you are trying to do.”
“I’m not trying, I’m just saying.”
“I’m going home then. Have a nice night,” I said, returning to my walk home.
He called out, “What’s your name?”
Without turning around, I softly yelled, “Sophia.”
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.
Your thoguhts?
Please be nice
