hollywise

× Still a Better Love Story than Twilight ×

Red.

It's the most vivid colour I can see.

In contrast to all the others - it scares me.

Watching the lifeless bodies of the two I cherished the most fall to my feet is a terrible, sinking feeling and leaves me feeling sick.

Him.

That bastard who hurt them.

Left a scar on me to tell everybody who I belong to.

×  

The scar on my forehead, which vaguely resembles a crescent moon is easily hidden behind my fringe and bangs.

"Valeriya," a warm voice says.

My head cocks to the side to see an elderly woman, bowing down at me.

"Ah, Diana - Please, that really isn't necessary," I stifle a laugh.

Since my parents' death, I was taken in by a wealthy family.

My twenty-first birthday past about a week ago.

My step-father is a vampire hunter.

No, you heard correct; Vampire. The creatures of the night who will suck your life out from two holes pierced in your neck.

I remember the exclamation I made on my sixteenth birthday.

I said, "Once I am a matured adult, then, I will vanquish all those bloodsucking bastards!"

I flutter my artic blue eyes as I push my honey blonde hair past my ear.

"I still think this is a very dangerous idea, Valerie." Step-mother interrupts.

I smile warmly, she was never fond of me; after all, after she was announced infertile she cried that owning a child that was not hers would only hurt her more.

"Mother, I promise you that I will return home safely," I say pulling her into an embrace.

She pats my back familiarly and pushes me off.

"Very well, say your goodbyes to your father, though."

×  

Father is the only one who has seen the scar.

He told me a pureblood vampire can leave them on humans on which they wish to dominate and make as slaves.

Though I was merely a child when he explained this so it didn't exactly impact me greatly, but since I've matured, it has.

I creak open the study door to see him, a pipe clenched between his teeth as his fingers tap away, manically on a typewriter.

The lamp beside him went out as I take small steps towards him.

I light up the oil-lamp again, he thanks me before extinguishing his pipe.

"Valeriya, do you have everything?"

I show him the neckless beneath my blouse; it's a silver cross - both things that vampires are weak to, or so they say.

I carry a sheathed knife, hidden in my garter.

I wear a shotgun on my back and have a stake hidden among other things in my bag.

I nod at his question; counting everything in my head.

He smiles warmly.

"I'm very sorry your mother couldn't love you as naturally as I could," he murmurs, but it's clearly pierced through my heart.