Hi guys!
I want you all to let me know now in the comments suggestions for any new story's or if I should include preferences! I need your ideas because I want to keep things interesting and not bore you all into an alternative universe! Thank you for all your support.
Btw in this story you are Steven Newlins daughter *wretches*. Personally i hate him for what he tried to do to Eric and all vampires before he was one. THIS IS MY PERSONAL OPINION I understand if you have a different one but if you have a problem, just don't read my story. Simple.
Until we meet again
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They were about to drop one hell of bomb onto my already sad life.
I dragged myself lazily out of the warm safety of my white, crispy sheets. I checked IPhone that had been charging on top of my bedside table; 7:45am. Deep Chills crawl up and down my spine as I slipped on my cream, satin robe with the ' Fellowship Of The Sun' logo embellished in gold lace on the left side. I headed downstairs.
In case you aren't aware of my family's business, they own a vampire hating church.
And guess who is the lucky chick to inherit it when the Great Lord finally says that their teachings are bullshit and calls it a day.
I took my time as I padded down every individual step of our marble staircase, my hand runs down the golden stairwell cautiously. My stomach curbed when I seen my parents masks light up with innocence.
" There's my baby girl/boy"
He stretched out his arms as I to put on the loving daughter mask of mine and hugged my father. My mask was the daughter they wanted, but it wasn't me. The daughter the dreamed off taking to vampire hating events and that would get to light the cross on fire so the vampire would meet a gory death.
But that wasn't me.
I began to tuck into my French toast, lathering thick, sweet maple syrup on each morsel I cut. My mother was infamous for her French toast, but I only got it on special occasions. My stomach churned in uncertainty as my mother watched in disgust as I ate. I gave her a questioning look.
" Your eating like an animal, sweetie!"
" And your point is, what? Do you want me to sit like a lady and nibble at it like a hamster?"
She glared at me in anger, my chat back infuriated her to the bone. But she remained silent. It scared me. Normally, she would have screamed the house down in rage. My stomach began to try and wretch up my French toast at the thought. The very tension that had been trapped in the atmosphere of our dining room was enough close my throat.
" Sweetie, your father and I have something very exciting to ask of you..."
Their breathes had become synchronised between each sentence they giddily spilt. I glanced up at my mums face that had become brighter than her golden shiny curls that hung tightly around her face.
" We want you, as our only heir to the Missionary, to host the Lockdown night at the church!"
My brow furrowed. Confusion ignited in me like a match against its box.
