"Happy birthday, Cher!" Floyd yelled, jumping on my bed and waking me up from my peaceful slumber.
"Shut up or I'll cut your head off," I grumbled.
"You won't. You love me too much," my brother teased happily.
"Geesh, conceited much?" I retorted, failing at my attempt of hiding my smile.
"C'mere!" He said, engulfing me in a hug.
"Floyd...can't...breathe," I struggled. He let go immediately and I regained my breath.
"Sorry, I just can't control sometimes," he said sheepishly. Boys, right?
"Happy birthday, baby!" My mother cooed as she walked into my room, cake in hand.
"Thanks mum," I said, kissing her on the cheek. Together, Floyd and mum sang me the irritating birthday song and we had the cake.
"Time for presents!" Floyd sang.
"I swear, you act like you're five instead of eighteen," I grumbled under my breath softly I couldn't even hear myself properly.
"Whatever, dude. Come on, open mine first!" He said, shoving a big box into my hands. Wait, how could he have heard me?
I gawked when I opened it. In the box lay two swords made of iron, the blade lined with small diamonds. It was so sharp and possibly able to slice through anything and everything. It was surprisingly light and the hilt of the swords fit perfectly in my hands.
"Eek, thank you!" I squealed.
Floyd grinned happily and ruffled my hair.
"Here, baby," my mother said, giving me a small velvet box. My eyes widened in surprise as I stared at the necklace in awe. It had a beautiful locket the size of a penny with a small screw on top, probably to contain a small amount of liquid. Maybe three or four small drops of liquid. Yeah, that small of an amount. The locker was carved and engraved in it was intricate floral designs.
"It's beautiful," I sighed dreamily.
"I know. But it's dangerous, you here me?" Mum said seriously.
"Inside the locker contains 'sanguinem lamia', other words known as vampire blood. One drop can change the fate of someone. If that someone is at the verge of death or seriously injured, a small drop would cure them immediately. If they're perfectly healthy...they will die from the poison. So please, use it during emergencies," mother said, a dead-serious look on her face.
I stared at her in confusion, not really understanding what she was saying. Vampire's blood? Where does she come up with such absurd stories?
"It's time you know the truth, dear," she sighed after my silence.
"What do you mean?"
"Honey, you're not human. Neither are we. We are...pure bloods."
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Pure Bloods
Teen FictionCheraline D'Angelo isn't who everyone thinks she is. Since she was a baby, she was more interested in cars and fighting than Barbie dolls and dresses. Growing up, she had a difficulty fitting in. When she turned fifteen, she found out what she reall...
