No. No, this can't be happening. Please Lord, I know I don't pray much but please let this be a joke?
He looked terrifying...
He pulled an envelope out of his pocket then left it on the counter.
I gulped, thinking how my fans would take my sudden death. What about my friends? My possessions?
My father...?
"Mr Alveiro, I-"
"Sshh," he said while putting a finger of his onto my lips. "you can call me Tiago. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
Strangely, I kind of believed him.
Kind of.
"You might find this very shocking but please, don't draw yourself farther away from me..."
I honestly didn't know how to feel right now... He could suck my blood at any given moment!
"Rochelle?" he asked. I noticed that he usually only calls me by my first name when his genuinely concerned.
"I'm fine," I said, "It's a lot to process. I still don't understand why you're here though... My mother is dead, what does it matter now?"
Okay I might have sounded a bit insensitive but with my father sitting half way across the world, I had to deal with the death on my own.
Frankly, I preferred it that way.
"Oh, Rochelle. You really don't know anything about how this works, do you?" he asked.
"Well, no. I thought you lot were just mythical creatures."
"Well, since your mother had very special abilities and your father is merely just a human, you automatically also inherit those characteristics, making you a halfbreed or what you'll be commonly known as, half vampire." he explained, calmly and carefully.
My blood felt cold, shivers got sent down my spine and I was freaking out.
He must of sensed this by the beating of my heart because he rested his cold hand gently onto my thigh, squeezing it as a simple gesture of comfort.
"Don't worry, you're not a full on bloodsucker just yet."
Wait, what?
"Just yet?" I asked.
"You need to rule your Kingdom, Rochelle. Your grandmother still lives, but not for long. You're the princess because of your mother's passing. Soon, you'll be Queen but in order to do that though, you need to be a pure blood." Tiago said.
"Vampires aren't immortal?"
"No. This is not Twilight, though our ways of living are quite similar. Vampires age really slowly." he said. "We do age, but only a 100 years for every human year. The earlier you change, the longer you live. It's as simple as that."
Oh. Wow. I kind of feel punked right now... If anyone told me that vampires existed two hours prior to this, I would of laughed my ass cheeks off. Now I need to rule an entire Kingdom of them. Am I really ready to do that at the age of 17?
Fuck no.
"Do I need to decide now? What about my modeling career? My friends? My life?"
"You don't have a choice, Miss Black. Your Kingdom is awaiting you. You need to lead and protect us. Work side by side with the human government to protect us from ever being revealed to the public." said Tiago, sternly.
He then stared at the triangular pendant which hung perfectly on my chest. I swear, if he wasn't a goddamned vampire, I would of slapped him silly for mistaking him for looking at my breasts.
"Where did you get that?" he asked, intrigued.
"It was my mother's... She gave it to me the evening before she died." I said and hopefully my tone of voice made it clear that I did not feel comfortable talking about this.
He simply nodded and started to make his way to the door.
"Remember what I have explained to you, Rochelle. I know it will not be an easy decision but I do hope for your sake that you choose the right one." he said.
The door slowly closed behind him and the apartment could not have felt any more colder. He couldn't even tell me what he meant by me making the right choice. Either way, it's pointless because I don't have a fucking choice!
"Damn bloodsucker. " I muttered under my breath and grabbed the nearest bottle of wine and a glass.
With each sip warming me up and easing my tense muscles, I could not help but think deeper and further into my life. I hope my grandmother approves of me because I'm one hell of a bitch.
As for me becoming a vamp? I'm totally not ready for that. Just to know that I'm half of it already makes me feel alienated.
I then took a huge swig of the red wine and let it glide down my throat, allowing my attention to be caught by the envelope that Mr Alve- I mean, Tiago, left on the counter.
Sceptically, I opened the thickly stuffed package and pulled out the contents which seems to be photos.
Photos of Tiago embracing me last Monday afternoon after I walked out of detention.
How did he get hold of these from the paparazzi?
I pulled out a small folded note, that was written in red, neat cursive and acted as a binder for a separate group of photos.
One less problem sorted, babe.
-T.A
I couldn't help but to be curious and smell the paper, which had a strong stench of iron.
Blood.
Tiago wrote this letter in blood.
Blood!!!!
Scrunching up my face, I took a look at the three pictures.
They were the dead bodies of the two paparazzi men who was responsible for taking those photos of Tiago and I.
They were so badly mutilated, I had to identify where the heads of the bodies were. The blood seemed to have been drained from them.
Worse part of it all?
Tiago murdered them and I had a feeling that I had to keep quiet about it.
YOU ARE READING
Black
Vampiros"Rochelle, it's by time you knew your fate. Your real one." Teen supermodel, Rochelle Black, had the same old life. Partying, hot male models, sex and repeat was what her loyal fans thought of her life. What they don't know is that it all comes cras...
