Dark Vamp Royal {ON HOLD AND UNDER EDITING}

Character 3: Dinner with my fam.

     "Mova!" Mom yelled from down the stairs. "Dinner's ready!"

     "Okay." I run down the stairs and almost ran into Dean coming from the living room. "Ops. Sorry big brother."

     He chuckles. "It's okay, little sis." He sniffed the air. "Is that..."

     "Race you for the first plate!" We ran to the dinning room and saw that mom made her most famous spicy fried chicken drumsticks with mash potatoes and gravy with corn on the cob.

     I push Dean out of the way and got in front of mom. "Ha! I'm first!" Exclaimed. Mom set my plate down on the table. I look up at her. "So did you make any good sales today?" Mom worked as a house saleswoman and is top of her class at her job. But she only cooks this when she makes the biggest sales.

     "Actually yes. Someone finally bought the big estate down at the end of Timber Street."

     "You mean that big old mansion that no one lived in for 100 years?" Dean asked.

     "Yep, that's the one. And the family had a cute boy with them, too. He was such a gentleman." She said eyeing me. I rolled my eyes. "He had an handsome name, too. What was it? Dan...Oh it was Daniel Dragimor."

     I almost choked when she said his name. He's living in that house?!

     "Mova are you okay?" Mom asked, worried.

     "Yeah, I'm-I'm okay. Just need a glass of water." I get up and grab a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down.

     "You should get some rest, sweetie. You got school tomorrow." Mom said.

     I sigh. "Okay." I went upstairs and went to bed. But I couldn't sleep, something is off about Daniel, but what? I shook the feeling off and put in my Headphones in. I push play on 'Your Heart' by Damien Dawn and close my eyes, and I slowly fall asleep.

((A/N
Sorry that this chapter is short. I'll make it longer in the next one.
Yours Truly,
L.T./M.A.))