Vampires like me can't cry- When I let arrogance get the better of me

Beginning

(By the way, these stories are in Pov's.)

"Cal!"

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"Open up!"

"Go away!"

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My eyes fluttered open at once. My face formed a frown. Another dream and I will go mental. I've had dreams like this for weeks. They don't stop, it's like there's no escape. I covered up the thought and lay in bed thinking. A Thursday, what should I do? Try a new style? Bully some people? Have a lie in? I think I'll lie in, I might as well. I thought to myself. It was 6 in the morning. I eventually opened my eyes and checked my clock, it was now 3pm. I threw my covers out the way and sat up. I jumped out of bed landing on the floor with a thud. My usual styled brown hair stood on end and was very messy. What a sleep. I barely moved. I styled my hair, threw my cloak over my pyjamas, and went to the kitchen. My sister sat at the table drinking....milk. To be precise, she had it in a massive cup and was draining it as if she hadn't drunk anything for a very long time. She hadn't combed her long black hair, her fringe was wonky. Her dark brown chalk eyes flickered upwards to face me. She wore her usual yellow sleeveless T-shirt and ripped jeans; she wore a dressing gown.

Only God knew why she did but she did. She was very strict with wearing shoes in the house so she didn't wear her long black boots with holes at her ankles. She only accepted slippers, I did like to take the mick sometimes and disobey her but she always picked up my disobedient behaviour. She placed the empty cup on the table and gestured for me to join the table. I obeyed. We sat in silence for a short time until I stared at her milk moustache. She glared at me. "What?" I couldn't keep a normal face long enough to tell her but I pointed to it and she wiped it off in an instant. I looked down and grabbed her cup idly and tried to flick it off the table but she wrestled it from my hand and placed it back beside her. I frowned at her. "Aw, come on Lilith. Have a sense of humour." She ruffled my hair until it was messy and leaned towards me with her hands on the table. "Caleb, I do. I just can't be bothered today," She nudged me. "Anyway, made any friends yet?" She smirked. "Or a girlfriend? Or....boyfriend?" I turned to her expressionless but kind of irritated.

"Sis, I don't know what kind of people I like yet. And," I fiddled with my ring. "No, I haven't." I lay my head on the table and she patted me on the head comfortingly. "There's time yet. But to be fair, I haven't either. People are so weird here. I wonder what will come up for us in the future." I gazed at her ring with my eyes narrowed. The rings have been in the Vatore family for generations. Lilith got her white ring from father and I got my black ring from mother. The rings were known to represent kindness and bravery, I huffed. Imagine being kind to people. I hate that. I sometimes think I'm not any of those things, that I'm not a Vatore. I'm probably overthinking this. I sighed and looked down. "Lilith?" She turned to me with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah? What's up? Is everything ok?" I took a deep breath and continued. "Um, yes. But I'm still having those dreams I told you about. It's like it's predicting my future or something. I'd hate to think it would happen." I clenched my fists under the table. "But if it does, I'll be sure to do anything to prevent it." She lay a hand on my shoulder. Lilith was the only person I could trust, the only person I could properly open up to. I just feel no-one will have that same understanding, that same trust. Well I guess so.

She's someone I could really relate to. I've been told my whole life that she won't be there forever. The thought of that annoys me. It's not my fault if I trust her, she's like my best friend. But what I didn't realise was that she had been trying to get my attention for the last five minutes. I snapped back to reality. "Did you say something?" She sighed. "It doesn't matter now. It's not important." But what if it was though and I'd just missed something very important? I just nodded and left the table to return to my room to change. She sighed and used her magic to make more milk so she could drink it, with a straw. Of course, with a straw. I returned wearing my usual white top under my red cloak and black trousers and lay my black boots beside the door. I groaned and sat on the sofa in a huff. She sneaked behind me and watched me until I turned around and she made a face at me. I jumped in shock. "Jeez, sis. You scared me." Wait, I don't get scared. "I mean, you shocked me." That was a terrible lie Cal. Meh, what's a little harmless lie going to do? Not a lot. Oh well.

"Sorry." She pulled me into a tight hug which caught me off guard. I didn't hug her back, I just waited until it was over. It didn't end. She frowned and let go. "Ugh, your no fun." I crossed my arms. "And what is that supposed to mean?" She didn't answer. She never answered when I asked ridiculous questions. She picked up a quill and her notebook and added a tally to the tally chart of the times I had asked a stupid question this year. She was nearly on a new page. Damn, that was a lot of stupid questions. Well that's what she gets for having a little twin brother for 20 years. Deserved. I thought to myself and she smacked me in the face with her book. Ow. I began to smile but I realised I couldn't. It wasn't like I hadn't learned but I was born with a condition where I couldn't smile or laugh at anything, I mean anything. It was annoying especially when I wanted to. I sighed and fiddled with my ring again. Sis seemed to notice my unease and placed the book and quill next to her. "Does your condition still bother you?" I blinked hard to stop myself tearing up. I am weak. I shrugged but decided to be honest with her in the end. "Yeah, I guess. It's wrecked my life. I mean I'm grateful in some ways but not in most ways. In some ways I'm different. And this place, is a prison. A vampire's prison. For months, this place hasn't been home still. Ever since coming here." She pinched me on the neck and passed me a notebook she had conjured out of thin air. I got my pen out of my pocket. "You can make a page dedicated to my stupid questions if you want." I laughed on the inside; she sensed how I was feeling and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes." Since being a vampire, we found a way to get me to communicate my proper feelings through my brain, it gave her a way to truly find out if I was happy or not. If I wanted to smile. I did. Then she put on a very childish voice and asked the question most toddlers asked their caregivers. "Why?" I made the first tally on the chart. I am horrible.

Unable to laugh or smile, I can only cry. You are weak, you are followed by rage and self-pity. Help me someone. I cannot endure this for longer. This 'home' is a monster's prison. Well, I guess we should be like them. Like this, I can build up some allies. Find out what's going on here. Find out if master Vzai is hiding something. Maybe when we visit his manor, I can find out then. Until then, live this life I'm told to live. Go away inner voice.