Loving Little Miss Bloodsucker

I can still feel his warm blood dripping all over my legs while he's there on the floor, holding my foot as he tries to regain his strength. He cried for help until his breathing became abnormal. A moment passed; he just stopped breathing after he told me something.

"You're a bitch."

I am.

I reached for my leg and wiped his blood out of them. I licked some of his fingers just to savor the delicious taste of his blood in my mouth again.

What a petty boy! He thought he was going to have some fun tonight. I stepped out of his room and walked straight to the bathroom to get the tub ready for me. What a life!

I was about to hold the doorknob for the bathroom when someone swiftly grabbed my shoulder and pinned me right through the wall. I groaned a little bit because I felt a little pressure from what happened. Just a little.

"Mom told you already that you should not literally taste your dates," Luke said as he removed some dust from my hair.

"Mom also told you not to gatecrash any of my dates," I sarcastically replied.

"Now, who's going to clean that up?" He looked so problematic while looking at the dead body of the man who was supposed to be my date.

"I don't know," I said as I opened the bathroom door. "Maybe room service."

"The elders told us not to mess up, Adi," Luke warned me.

I pointed at him. "I'm not messing up."

"I'm having fun."

As I closed the door, I heard his loud growl outside. I just laughed about it and tried to focus on cleaning myself up right before dinner.

When I got out of the bathroom, my brother was still there, and it looks like he already cleaned up the mess I made a while ago.

"Bro, do you have OCD?" I teased him, but he looked so serious.

"We need to get back to the mansion," he said in a tone that I hate the most.

Okay, that feels so awful to hear.

He guided me until we got downstairs of the hotel building while waiting for the car that's supposed to fetch us. His eyes are fixed on his phone while he looks so agitated and confused about what he's reading, I guess. I can't help but ask.

"Why do you look so serious?" I caught his attention for a second, but he just turned his head to focus on his goddamn phone. Damn it, I'm annoyed!

Finally, the long-awaited car arrived. I got in and sat at the farthest seat from where my brother sat down. He still looked confused, and he's not sharing anything about it.

"You should really think about every action that you took for the last five years we had in this city." It seems like he sensed that I was trying to kill him by looking at him from behind.

"Why would I think about it?" I said in a sarcastic tone. "As if someone's going to be brave out there and tell the truth about us."

"Unfortunately," he said, and then turned his head to look at me. "There is."

The serious look in his face and the statement he said made me quite the whole trip back to our mansion. The trip back to our mansion is a two-hour drive, it is outside of the city and I'm pretty sure we'll arrive there two hours before midnight where I know the elders will be waiting for us.

As I saw those lights on the window of our Victorian-style mansion, which is still standing firmly after centuries have passed, it just made me shiver again. I only visit this house if I did something bad, and maybe, as I guess, something's going to be so interesting for tonight's happening.

I fix my hair a little bit before getting out of the car. The moment I stepped out, my cousin, Jamaica, came out of nowhere and just swiftly swung her hand near my face, which made her fingernails put a scratch on my left cheek.

"I got you," she teased as she saw my face.

"Don't be too proud because of what you did," I said and rolled my eyes.

"You're going to face your judgment inside, weirdo," she proudly said, as if I was going to die about it.

"Ooh, I'm scared," I sarcastically replied, and I pouted my lips only to annoy her.

When I heard Luke clear his throat to catch my attention, I followed him until we got inside the mansion. I roamed my eyes around only to notice that the lights seemed much brighter than usual. It was supposed to be dimly lit. The curtains were not bloody red at all; instead, they are beige with a touch of gold in some of their parts. The carpet was not black, but it is already red with gold edges. This looks so mushy, it's like someone's going to have a wedding proposal or something.

At the end of the hallway, there's the grand staircase, where I saw my mom standing in the middle of it. She looked so serious, like Luke did a while ago, only scarier. And then there's Dad, looking so dashing that it made him look so powerful.

What is happening?

"Where have you been for the past two months?" Mom asked.

"I'm away studying at a university, remember?" That's my escape, rather than living my whole life in a Victorian mansion that looks like it has a hundred thousand dollar mortgage to pay every month. Plus, I don't really want to live with my mom and her strict rules, which have suffocated me almost every day for the last eighteen years of my life.

"Five kills within two months, huh?" Dad scoffed as he said those words. He looked so pissed, as if I did those killings so dirty.

"I didn't leave any traces, and besides, I only killed those men just enough to satisfy my thirst for blood," I defended.

"We told you that humans are not our kind of meal to enjoy," Dad said with such authority.

I just rolled my eyes at what he said. "Okay, I'm sorry."

"Tell that to the families that lost their sons." Dad sounded so pissed off that it made me feel so terrible about what I did. I know he will not let me get away with it.

My mom grabbed my arm and pulled me to go upstairs to one of the rooms that I'm not familiar with anymore. It's been only two months, and a lot of things have happened already in this mansion.

As soon as we entered the room, she pushed me so hard that I fell onto one of the couches there. I fixed my hair that was blocking my face, and I turned my attention to my mother, who still looked so serious.

"I never raised you to be a murderer," she said firmly.

"I didn't intend to do that thing," I explained.

"You still did it," she replied.

I just looked at her as I saw her eyes. There's no emotion flashed there. She's feels cold already and now even her feelings just sent shivers to my spine.

"You shouldn't be bothered by this, Mom," I said, then I stood up and tried to approach her to calm her down. "I'll just handle this all by myself."

As she walked towards me, she started to fix my hair. "We already did."

I looked so confused about what she said.

"You did what?" I asked.

"We already handled it."

I sighed in relief when she said that. Of course, they're my parents, and they will do anything for me. God, I should promise I'll never do it again, or else I'll be damned.

Mom snapped her fingers, and I just found myself in the center of a lot of servants that were holding a silver dress, make-up, and other skin care products.

"What's the meaning of this?" I asked my mom as I saw how she softened the look on her face.

"This is the way we handled it," Mom said, which made me even more confused.

"By giving me a full makeover?" I asked in confusion.

"By letting you marry the man who found out about your identity," Mom said, which made me shocked for a moment.

What the hell? Arranged marriage?