Sucker for Blood

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜

Y'all I am giving you an extra chapter. Why? Because for once, I dont have a throbbing headache and also BECAUSE I AM THE NICEST PERSON EVERRRRRR (Lies)

Ariana Walter ♥

I woke up with a jolt and felt my neck...... it was still intact.

I reached over to my bedside table and turned on the lamp and examined my viens.

Still all there. I had a throbbing headache though so I got up and went for a glass of water.

Our house at 2am was perfect for a horror movie. The lights outside filtered into the house and casted haunting shadows.

Our long.... endless stairs gave me the thought that someone would chase me soon.....

I turned on the kitchen lights and saw a shadow flash before my eyes.

Hehehe, Nope.

I thought to myself and then turned off the light and sprinted up the stairs, locking my door and turning off the light and huddling under my covers. Suddenly, a shadow flitted across from my bed to my bathroom and I FREAKED.

"MY GOD GHOSTS. CANT YOU SEE YOUR GAL IS TIRED???" I yelled at the bathroom when a small, demonic creature stepped out.

And oh ma god I was screwed.

IT WAS FRICKING LINDA.

MY EVIL MOTHERS (Yes, birth-mother. Not step-mother) CAT. Which meant she was here which meant......

I stomped to the guest room and saw, two demons sitting on the bed, painting each others nails using MY EXPENISIVE NAIL POLISH.

WEARING MY EXPENSIVE CLOTHES.

USING MY EXPENSIVE SAFETY SCRUNCHIES.

AND RUINING MY MENTAL HEALTH.

"THE HELL? SOMEONE CALL AN EXCORSIST" I shrieked and immediatly snatched everything they had except my clothes BECAUSE THEY WERE FRICKING WEARING THEM.

My face was red with anger and OH MY GOD TAKE ME TO THE KITCHEN AGAIN AND GET ME A KNIFE. 

"Oh my god Allissa!! You scared us!" They said. MY NAME IS ARIANA SO GET IT RIGHT AND PUT YOUR TWO BRAINCELLS TOGETHER.

"Its Ariana" I said through gritted teeth and a nice and beautifully maniquered hand was placed on my shoulder. Carla's. My mothers. I hated her with all the fury and passion of a million suns. I was called caring, funny, pretty, sweet, whatever. 

But I got that classic gemini and whenever I see my mother and her..... monsters..... I freak and turn into a raging bull. You know that saying, think before you speak?
Yeah well. Around them I dont think before I speak or act. LUCKILY I AM NOT A PSYCHO SO I HAVE NOT MURDERED THEM.

Dont worry, I have only tried and not succeeded. 

"Darling. You should say hello to your sisters..." Carla said and I swatted her hand off mine. 

"Sisters? The only way we are alike is because of YOU. I wish you would just die." I said, my voice was icy and full of pent up hatred. You know what? I had enough. Screw them. 

"What a... rude.... thing to say, darling...." She said and pulled her hand back and

FRICKEN SLAPPED ME. THAT B*TCH.

I sat on the ground and began to smile and fan myself. 

THIS LADY HAS THE AUDAUCITY OF A KAREN TO TURN ON ME AND IN MY OWN HOUSE.

SLAP ME???
I was so done by now. I just got up calmly... began to walk out the door....

AND THEN LUNGE AT THE TWO DEMONS TAINTING MY HOUSE.

I pulled their hair as they screamed and shrieked and cried and my mother had to pull me off and yell at me, slapping me again and then tossing me aside while I slowly pulled off their ears. I sat in a corner and was just done.

Why was this unlike other times they had visited? 

Because they came UNINVITED this time. 

Why?

BECAUSE CARLA STILL THINKS SHE IS MARRIED TO MY DAD.

I pulled my own hand back and slapped Carla's full fricking face as I heard my dad slowly walk down the hall, I knew what to do. I threw myself against several things before stopping my breathing and then falling onto the ground. The girls and Carla were staring at me when my dad came in. 

By that time, I had scratched myself, pulled my own hair and bit myself just to get them in trouble.

Oh and how would my dad NOT see through me?

Pshhhh, I was in drama for ten years and now know how to cry on cue, fake emotions, fake a death, fake a broken bone, and fake fainting. 

All that cool stuff. I could hear my dads voice, calmly asking them what had happened, not noticing me on the ground yet. And they told their own story.

"She- She came in here to attack us.... we were just going to surprise her by- by waking her up- in the mor-morning and then she came in here and attacked usssss" they said and cried. Carla pointed to the red welt on her cheek and I mentally giggled.

"That brat of yours SLAPPED me. Why? Because I simply and KINDLY asked her to go back to her room." Carla said.

My father finally noticed me lying on the ground and walked over to my body. I steadied my breathing into slow, deep, breaths and kept my eyes lightly closed. Like I was asleep or unconsious. He picked me up and shook me a few times. I let my head lull to the side before opening my eyes slowly and brusting into tears and talking nonsense before pointing at my scratches and to the girls and then where Carla slapped me at her. They all glared at me and my father took me to my room and sent one of our guards to....

'Kindly' escort them out. Before that though, my dad told them to clean the entire room. Top to bottom. Replace everything they broke or took. Wash their filthy germs out of my clothes and...

"And I want you to get a life or rot in hell. Leave Ari and me OUT of your little...... monster plan." He said and took me away. I looked over his shoulder and then smirked at them all before the door closed behind us and we heard them all scream in frustration. 

Luckily, I had no step-mother yet. If I did have one, I didnt care if she was evil. At least that would get rid of Carla and her monsters. 

I woke up the next morning to the biggest surprise. 

My dad was smiling REALLY big and he told me he had a surprise to take care of all of our problems. He said that he loved her and that she was very nice and knew about the mafia.

"Wait- slow down dad. I just woke up" I said and he just smiled at me and laughed. I was glad he was so..... happy.

He SKIPPED. LIKE LITERALLY SKIPPED to the front door and let in some woman. 

Oh ma god though. She was GORGEOUS. She had long, wavy, shiny, purple hair that was held back by a silver scrunchie and she was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a tank-top but GAWD WAS SHE PRETTY. She looked so worried yet happy at the same time as she looked around and then saw me. She looked so young but was probably in her late thirties.

That was good. My dad was 43 because he had me when he was 26. Currently, I was 17. 

What she said next shocked me to the core though. 

"Hi, Ari. I'm Kia and I am your... erm- dads girlfriend" she said and smiled sweetly....