Little Miss Dracula

Chapter 1

Above is a picture of Ayra

Ayra's PoV
We arrived in London at two am. Markson was waiting for us with a sleek black car. Asp, Laoise and I got in the back while my servant and friend, Lucie, sat in beside Markson.

After ten minutes we pulled up outside a tall apartment building. The name Rothwell Heights was carved into white marble on the front. We would be staying in an apartment that was owned by my best friend, Isobel Hewitt. Her step-mum and my mum are best friends too.

I took out the key Izzy had given to me earlier, because she was in New York and wouldn't be back for another three nights. We got into the elevator and went to floor 20. We'd been given Apartment 208/01. We walked down a long, carpeted hallway, stopping between 207/10 and 208/02.

I unlocked the cream door and opened it. I looked around my new home. The walls were painted cream and red and all the furniture matched. It was pretty simple. It had a kitchen, sitting room six bathrooms and five bedrooms. Nothing fancy, but just right for four new high school students and their "dad".

I raced to the master bedroom shouting "Mine! Bagsy it!". Asp wasn't too pleased but then again, he never is. Everyone else got settled in. Markson made us pasta and then sent us to sleep for the day. He said we'd have to visit the London clan tonight.

I headed to my new room and pulled out my phone. I had two texts from mum, one from dad and one from my friend Eline. I frowned. My boyfriend, Jax, hadn't texted yet. Well he was probably asleep. Just like I should be. I turned over in my bed and was soon asleep.

Seven pm.
I walked into the kitchen. Only Markson and Lucie were up. "You're up early!" Lucie said with surprise. I don't normally get up until I'm dragged out of bed by Dad or my little brother Nathan. I shake out my hair and grunt in response. Just because I'm awake, doesn't mean I'm functioning yet.

I walk into the bathroom and fill a glass with water. I then go into Asp's room and tip the contents on his head. He shrieks loudly. "Why did ya do that!" he yells angrily. "Why not?" I reply with a grin. With my evil deed for the night done, I can think about breakfast.

I down a glass of iced -B and go to get dressed. I vouch for a red, long sleeved top and black high wasted jeans. I pull on my ankle boots and drag a comb through my dark brown hair. I check my phone again. A text from grandad. Nothing from Jax. Hmm. I have no time to think about it though. I head out to the kitchen where Laoise and Asp are bickering about who has a better ass. "Sorry guys but I smoke all you bitches" I say jokingly.

By half eight, we're all sitting in the car. Everything is quiet as most of the breathers are asleep. Markson drives us to an abandoned looking warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Two guards stand at a door. They nod to Markson and look me up and down.

"You're the princess?" one of them asks doubtfully. "Yes she is. Do you doubt me?" Markson says. It's not a question. Understanding this, they open the doors without any further questions.

The inside is much more fancy than I expected. For vampires who are starving, they sure have a good taste in furniture. We are greeted by a small man with a ratty face and white goatee. He has piercing black eyes and long grey hair. He is accompanied by a tall, dark haired guy, who looks about my age. This guy has the same black eyes but his hair is dark and he doesn't have a rodents face. In fact, he's kinda hot.

"Markson what is this? You promised the princess! Where is she?" the ratty man asks rudely. What is it with these people? I step forwards.

"I am the princess".

I extend my hand to him. He doesn't take it. Instead he laughs in my face. "You?" he sneers. "You can't be serious! How can you help me?" Rat face guffaws again. I feel my eyes turn red and my fangs snapping out. I take a step towards him.

"I am your princess and I demand respect".

I don't shout, I just say it in a way that makes his eyes widen with fear and his head bow. I learned that trick from my mother. Once again I extend a hand to him. This time he takes it.

"Apologies Dear One. I am Benjamin Wilkins and this is my son, Thomas". He indicates towards the hot guy who glares in my direction. Wow attitude. Benjamin offers to take me on a tour of the warehouse and I accept.

As we walk around, I notice many people giving me poisonous looks. I turn to Benjamin. "You got the shipments? Didn't you? I'm sorry I'm late, my mother just had triplets". He looks at me. "We got two shipments in the last month. That is all". I frown. We sent six shipments of blood to London. I wonder where the others went.

As if reading my mind, Thomas goes "One was seized by the police, one was taken by rogues and the other two, we have no idea". He sends me a dirty look as if it was my fault the shipments were taken. What a prick.

By now, many vampires have crowded around us. A little girl of about three runs out to me. She taps my leg and I sweep her into my arms. I adore little kids and I'll probably be worse than my parents when I grow up.

The little girl puts a hand on my face. "You're pretty!" She exclaims. There's a nervous giggle from the crowd. I smile at the little girl. "Thank you. You're very pretty too. What's your name?"I ask. She beams at me and squeaks "I'm Angie! Who're you?"

"My name is Ayra" I say. The girls blue eyes widen. "You're a princess! Like Anna!" I smile even though I haven't a clue who Anna is. I set Angie down and she runs off into the crowd who no longer seem to hate me. I look around at them and say:

"I'm so sorry for the missing shipments. I really had no idea. Four shipments are on the way and I will personally make sure they arrive. We have a blood supply in the car, enough to last you three days. You are welcome to them. I promise to help in any way I can. I'm sorry".

One woman approaches me and tales my hand. "Thank you. That means a lot".

I smile at her and turn to leave. I stand outside the warehouse as three men transport the blood inside. Benjamin had to attend to some papers, so Thomas waits with us. He turns to me.

"You're not what I expected. I thought you'd be a spoiled little brat who was only here for her image. You don't seem to be. But let's wait a while for you to show your true colours". He turns and walks back inside, slamming the door behind him leaving me standing with my mouth hanging open.

I get into the car. We drive home in silence. When we get into the apartment, Markson tells us all to go to bed because we have school in the morning.