Chapter 11

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The seating order was Mr. Reign at the head of the table and Zoran on the other side. The blonde bimbo was on the right on Zoran while I was on the left. Wayne sat next to the the blonde bimbo with her mom on the other side and beside her was her husband. Next to me was Phelan, then Lazaro, Mark and lastly Mrs. Reign.

The adults were talking within themselves leaving us kids to talk to each other. "So Autumn, do you know who I am?" The blonde asks me with a dark smile. I really hate her.

"The question is, do I care?" I retort back. Never play games with me.

"You're so cute. I'm Zoran's fiance." She smirks victoriously.

"Congratulations." I say making her confused. "Did you think that I actually liked Zoran?" I laugh at her eye roll.

"Why wouldn't you?" She snaps back.

"Maybe because he's the one who turned me into a monster." I growl at her.

"Sweetie, you already were." She giggles.

"Vyra, stop." Zoran glares at her making her pout at him.

"It was just a bit of fun." She pouts with her glossy red lips.

"When will the food get here?" Wayne whined.

"It's not polite to whine." Lazaro tells him.

"So how does it feel eating with us finally?" Phelan asks.

"Awkward." I sigh as the servants come out with covered plates. I hope they have vegetables, since I'm a vegetarian.

"Dinner is served." The head servant says as they all open the plates in front of us.

I gag making everyone look at me strangely. Since it was a raw piece of me with extra blood. "Are you okay?" Mrs. Reign looks at me concerned.

"Well I actually don't like meat." I say standing up. "I'm just gonna go..."

I couldn't make it to the door before the Vyra's dad blocked my way. "Are you their human pet?"

"No." I growl at him as my fangs come out and my eyes turn red. "I just choose not to." I walk past him and leave. My fangs go back and so do my eyes. So what if I'm not a full vampire.

"How is it possible? All vampires need blood, even bitten ones." Vyra's father says as I listen through the door.

"Well, she could be something else." Mark suggests.

"You mean she could be a 'Witch.'" Vyra says as if the word taste awful in her mouth. It can't be, I'm not a witch. I ran out, running anywhere. I'm not a witch.

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