1: Never hide a sparkly bra under your bed that isn't owned by your girlfriend
"Drake, how could you cheat on me for some cheap slut like that?!" Vesta said as she throws the stuff in my room everywhere. I need to shop for new furniture tomorrow. She made my plasma screen fly almost hitting me; thank god for my fast shape-shifter reflexes it didn't. How could she even carry that without saying some weird spells? Speaking of Vesta she is the hottest, prettiest, coolest in short perfect witch. I mean witch, witch the kind that does spells and stuff. And the best thing about her is that she's mine. Her 5 feet 8 inches frame, red hair that's so smooth and silky, seductive purple eyes with those long red lashes, fair skin that I see a lot at night, perfect nose, full lips I get to kiss every day and her perfect body that could stop traffic in Manhattan and make every guys' head turn 360 degrees.
"Babe, I did not cheat on you. I was just so hungry and this bitch you know- I was just tired of eating the same bloody stake and my taste buds were craving for tasty fresh human flesh so I went for it and ate her." I said with my most sincere look that could make any human girl melt and touched her bare shoulder that showed from her black tank top.
"Don't you babe me!" She spat and gave me a look any person would run away from crying and screaming as she shoved my hand away from her. "And that little I'm sorry face doesn't work on me better try it on those whores you knock up maybe they'll drop their G-strings more often." She threw my digital picture frame, which is filled with mostly our pictures, on a grey wall. She was about to leave when a just-woke-up Vatricia, my cousin showed up on the door. Since we are related and she's a vampire partly shape-shifter like me and my sister and her brother; she naturally looks inhumanly perfect with milky white skin, blood red eyes and dead black hair with indigo streaks. She's 666 years old and because of the vampire blood she stopped aging at eighteen.
"Draco what's all the noise about? It's like noon time and I woke up with all these screaming and stuff breaking." She asked with a just woke up voice and her black hair messy. Her brother is my best friend who is also weirdly a shape shifter. She's a vampire and her room is a floor apart from mine since she says she can't sleep with all the noise. My theory about why she and my sister got more of the Vampire blood is because our mom is a girl and so are they. We both live in a Gothic Castle in a very well hidden place in New York.
"Ohmigoth, Drake are you being a bad boy?" Asked my sister Rose and by that she meant if I did my girlfriend. She's another vampire and her room is on Vatricia's floor since they have the same sleeping time she is weirdly, unexplainably, and questionably my sister and she's my favourite sister, my only sister. We are so different from my golden dark brown hair and her white one, my straight hair and her curly one, and our personality. The only thing that we kind of share are our red eyes except mine is golden streaked. "Hey, Vesta, did you sleep here?"
"No! I just came here earlier than you." She pulled her tank top lower hiding her black and pink skulls underwear that has black lace on the sides since it was the only thing she wore for bottoms. God I'm doomed.
"Yes Rose she came here early, very early and she rode a cab showing her black and pink panties." Vatricia said sarcastically.
Rose went inside my room and- shit she spotted something. "Draco what is this red underwear doing under your pillow? Did you fuck someone or are you turning into a fag?"
"My favorite undies! I've been looking for that for days already." She said excitedly with a big smile on her face. I thought I was already off the hook but when she looked at me she placed both of her hands on her hips, her smile went upside down and one of her eyebrows went up. "Drake what the fucking hell is it doing under your fucking pillow!" Vesta said snatching it from Rose's hands.
"Is this pink sparkly bra also yours?" Vatricia asked her blood red eyes looking at me quizzically after looking under the bed.
My body felt numb and ready to run to the nearest window before Vesta unleashes her nuclear bomb like powers.
"Oh no you won't, you man whore!" All the windows and doors locked right before I jumped making my face hit everything-proof-almost-black-from-all-the-tint-gothic-window. Thank God for shape shifter powers that won't make any my serious damage to my handsome face. I know I'm vain if I were a girl I'd totally date myself. I mean who wouldn't I'm an Adonis, I'm the most handsome and hottest guy in the planet with my eight pack, smooth finely chiselled face, fair skin other people could only get by using thousand dollar skin care products and million dollar operations, shiny brown hair and a six feet three frame that is just a perfect height to kiss Vesta. "You said you did not cheat! You-lying-cheating-dick-headed-slut-fucking-bastard! I can't believe I fell for you like one of those horny blond bitches!" She throws everything she gets her hands on again but really hitting me this time. Like her words didn't hurt me enough, they slice right through my fragile heart killing me. "Now I must castrate you so nobody could be victimized again by the smartness of your head, and your head is right there." She pointed on my dick. She got my double-edge-poison-tipped silver and diamond sword with a golden dragon handle and made it turn into a burning deadly sword. "I can't believe I let that thing go inside of me, that same filthy thing that goes in those bitches' cunts." She muttered to herself forgetting that we can hear it even if she says it from another building. I can see Vatricia and Rose biting their lips suppressing a laugh.
Vatricia yawned and rubbed a blood red eye. "Um...guys I think I gotta leave; I only slept for like three hours and I might collapse so I'm going to my room now." I want to stop her, kneel and cry on her feet so she won't leave, but then I thought Vesta would think that I'm too easy too vulnerable that a girl like her could break me down and cry; which is actually true. "Rose, are you coming?" She looked at me her and I swore I saw her mouth turn into an evil grin.
"Yeah, gotta catch some sleep. Bye Draco, Vesta." Rose said smiling wickedly as she turned.
Right after the door closed a fire ball almost hit me in the golden spot. I dodged it right in time making it hit the heavy black curtains which burnt it. I did not notice that Vesta was running towards me sword already in hand ready to kill. Right at the time when she lunged forward to me with the burning sword I jumped 10 feet high making her hit the black la-Z-boy recliner and send it into flames. I landed in front of the door but by the time I touched it, it caught on fine almost burning my hand.
"You could not escape me Draco Dark, not till your pretty face is bleeding and ugly, and that perfectly white body of yours is black and turning to ashes." She spat in a husky voice which is kind of sexy.
I saw my bathroom door and headed for it like it was the last piece of chocolate - or in my case tasty hot bitch, I meant for eating but other things would do - and headed for it, a mile per millisecond speed. Then fire blasted everywhere almost burning me. The only place not burning is me, Vesta and the space between us even the place above us was burning only an inch above from burning my perfectly gelled hair making me have no escape.
"Any last words, Drakey baby?" She said in a mocking high pitched girly voice batting her thick long red lashes. Her purple eyes turned darker making it reflect the flames it look ten times scarier. Before I even spoke she lunged forward the burning sword ready. But before she could even burn a single strand of my shiny hair I grabbed her waist and kissed her with so much power that my lips almost felt numb. She was so shocked that she dropped the sword and the fire surrounding us disappeared. I continued crushing my lips with her hoping she'd kiss me back. Hot tears fell from her beautiful face as I wrapped my arms around her. She pushed my arms away and ran out of the room and probably as far as her feet could take her. Then she returned, a smile formed in my mouth hoping that she returned for me. "Stop smiling, I'm here to get my coat and skirt; less chances of meeting someone like you as I walk outside." She ran outside and I fell down on my knees and cried.
