Darker Than Blood

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Sarah Darrow absently clutched the amulet , an old habit she couldn't seem to get rid of, hanging from the silver chain around her delicate neck as her warm brown eyes moved over the yellowed page.

One of the first accounts of vampires is found in a Babylonian myth, dating back to 4,000 B.C which tells of demons and spirits , who not being buried properly, returned as the undead. Wrecking havoc on the living.

Eagerly, she flipped the page carefully.

The belief in vampirism persists even today . As recently as 2004 , a Romanian family exhumed the body of a relative, cut out his heart with a scythe and pitchfork , and burned it-

Two ice cold hands wrapped around her neck , a strangle scream left her pink mouth setting the library in chaos.

People who were engrossed in reading jerked at her shriek.

Some glared at her.

Some shook their head in distaste.

Her heart thudding against her chest, she heard laughter from behind as the hands left her neck .

Still laughing, the hourglass figure occupied the vacant chair beside her now chuckling to herself and not giving a damn about pointed stares .

Embarrassed for how she had yelled, she massaged her neck. .wanting to melt away into oblivion.

Carrie peeked at the book she was reading, her brows knitting.

"You really need to get over that vampire fever. Bitch, you got the hots for these bloodsuckers." Carrie said and Sarah wished she would at least try to keep her voice down.

Odd looks were cast her friend's way.

She was talking as if seated in a guest room.

And not at a place that was suppose to be quiet all the time.

"Its not like they are a fantasy character . They are as real as us . So might as well know about them." Sarah said timidly .

Carrie crossed her arms over her prized assets , looking thoughtful.

And that wasn't the first time Sarah wished. She wished she had the beauty and spirit of Carrie Blackwood. She wished she was as flamboyant as her. As . . spontaneous as her.

She was as bold as brass.

In your face kind.

That hour glass figure, the silky auburn waves of hair cascading down her shoulders. .the full lips. A peculiar shade of striking hazel eyes.

In Sarah's eyes Carrie had everything. She seemed to be the favorite child of the Olympian Gods since every God bestowed something upon her.

Where as Sarah was. .well just Sarah.

Plain ol' Sarah.

With plain brown eyes and brown hair. The petite figure everyone made fun of because she seemed as delicate as glass.

Slight pressure and she would break into pieces like a China dish.

"Hate to admit but you're right. These bloodsucker are as real as my fat ass. Don't you wish they were extinct though?"

Sarah tried not to wince at her loud suggestion.

Outright ill will for one of the most powerful being that ever walked earth.

What if one of them was lurking around the library? What if it heard them talking so scandalously about their kind?

"Can you keep it down?!" Sarah hissed.