I ran towards her, my fangs set to dig into her. The world around me whizzed by in a blur, all I saw was her. The smell of her blood was intoxicating, sweet, and sour all at the same time; the perfect combination to make any vampire’s mouth water.
She stumbled, falling against one of those old, vandalized buildings in New York.
The surroundings were dark, she was cornered, and no one was around...perfect. I hovered over her, staring at her pale throat where her blood boiled in anxiety. I could already taste her blood under my tongue. I looked back down at her face, her fear flooding her face, the face that protected me against everything I feared. Silent tears formed around her dark green eyes, the eyes that had reassured me during rough times.
“Emma, please.” She whispered.
I sighed and unclenched my jaw, I can’t kill my own sister.
I woke with a start, my face beading with sweat. I licked my dry lips nervously. It
was just a dream! I thought. Nothing really happened. But, something would’ve have happened, something I would regret my entire life- sucking the life out of the one person who actually cared about me, my older sister.
I could kill dozens of people with only my teeth. My strength could destroy not
only people but everything that is in my path. I can bring the death of more than a thousand people without trying, in less than one hour. Believe me, I’m not bragging.
Yeah, I’m a vampire, and I am not proud.