Lilith

Chapter 1: Fist Time In A Long Time

Slowly, I was withering. The muscles and the tendons. They were deteriorating.

Slowly, I was getting thinner and turning into nothing, like a weak pathetic human's.

I needed energy. I needed food. I could tell already, my cheeks were pale, unnaturally pale and due to my practices everything was thinner; my cheekbones were protruding from my face and my lips were pale and chapped. My throat seemed as if it were sandpaper, I didn't even need to move to feel it's pain.

Our interval of a 20 years slumber was complete, and now we must feed. To refuel our bodies. To thrive and attack once again.

The doors of what looks like a marble mausoleum from the outside opened to its full capacity. The incredibly thick dirty white doors scraped against the pebbles of the outside, though I could not see them I knew they were there, and it made me inwardly flinch every time at the unexpected noise.

At first I only saw the silhouettes of them but then, as I smelled the air, I figured it was them. But there was also something else - food.

Jace and Connor. Both of them were around six feet, three inches tall, roman noses and short army-cut brown hair, though Connor's hair slightly lighter. They were twins and adorable twins at that. The matching black tees did nothing to hide their muscles, in fact it only exaggerated them. And the dark washed jeans gave both of them a classic bad-boy look.

The light. It was pure white and the rays spilled into the large opening room where as some light also reflected off the gold handles on the outside of the door, and as soon as my eyes adjusted to the brightness they were closed behind the trio and it was back to almost absolute darkness leaving my eyes to adjust again. The first thing that came into focus was the red regal mat threaded with intricate gold designs that covered the foyer.

A male body was limp in their arms with each boy holding one of the victim's arms around their shoulders. He had tousled hair, muscular. If it wasn't a meal I would say he was pretty attractive.

The smell; the intoxicating brass scent, that seemed more appetizing than normal, that sent instincts raging to take over. My eyes widened and dilated as I sucked in a sharp breath trying to compose myself. My body preparing itself for a fight, for the first kill in a long time.

I nodded in a welcoming manner to the two as I clutched the armrests of my intricately carved white and green marble regal throne trying to keep my composure.

"Bring it to my sleeping quarters" I ordered, emotionless. "I'm saving that one for later". A smirk danced across my face as the two handsome men nodded, dragged the weak body with two arms around each of the victims arms and into the hallway and turned to the left. I stood up and wiped the sweat off of my hands, clammy from anticipation, onto my jeans.

I turned, but then looked to the other empty throne beside mine. Shaking that quick feeling of loneliness I kept my head high, took a deep breath and set off to my room getting ready for a fresh meal.

I walked, this would be my first kill in a long time.

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"My dear Lilith, take care of our family" mother soothed as she leaned down and tucked a lose lock of bouncy brown hair back behind her ear.

"But why are you leaving!" I whined. "I don't even know how to!"

Mother kneeled down to my height and put her palms on my shoulders as Father put his on hers.

"Be careful" Father's deep baritone cooed.

"From what?!" I nearly screeched, why are they leaving? Was it something I did?