Chapter 2In case you’re wondering, I don’t know Edward Cullen or any dude named Stefan. As a matter of fact, I don’t know any vampire. For the past three years it’s been just me, my sister Maya, and…her mother.
Notice how I said her mother, not our mother. Sally and I have never had a close relationship after dad got remarried. Ever since dad died she always seemed to be angry or afraid of me. As soon as she saw the pools of blood around his body, she assumed it was me –A craving blood-thirsty eleven year old vampire. Since then, every single time she saw me, she would turn into a completely different person. Not like her usual kind, soft careful personality. No, when she sees me, her eyes turn wild and her voice is discordant and shrill. Her dark green eyes always show fear, regret and hatred.
It makes me want to go back to the time when it was only my dad and –nobody else. The two of us were a happy family of blood thirsty demons. There was no one to nag us, or tell us what to do, and there always seemed to be an unlimited supply of blood to fill up both of our stomachs. But, everything changed, the day dad met Sally.
To get blood, Dad usually starts by making a conversation, trying to get friendly always make our meal a bit more comfortable. I would usually be there with him, but hiding, just in case anything went wrong. Next, he would try to get them somewhere alone, where nobody would ever look. Typically, it was an old, isolated bar or a deserted alley behind some secluded buildings. And then…bam! We’d have our meal, and get out of there.