PART 2
My parents died when I was only 5. I remember back then, I lived a fantastic normal life, free from the nightmares of the dark. We don't have much problems. We're rich, after all. My father owns a gas company and my mother was an heiress to a large fortune. My mother loves me, my father loves me; we were a happy family. That time I considered myself as one of the luckiest persons who ever lived.
I had everything.
And then, fate decided to play with me.
I remember that night too damn well, like a movie scene. I was asleep, completely unaware that my life will change in this particular time.
There was a loud crash heard throughout the house, and I awoke. Curious, I got up. I opened the door of my room and peeked at the empty hallway.
And then, I heard my mama scream.
Instinctively, I ran to my parents' large bedroom. Panting slightly, I threw open the double doors.
I cannot comprehend the sight before me.
The room was a huge mess. Windows, mirrors, and the figurines my mother once treasured were broken. Shattered glass littered the floor. The bed sheets were ripped, with blood stains on it. A table was overturned. Amidst all of it, our family picture laid, the frame smashed. Our twinkling eyes and frozen smiles ironic from the situation at hand.
My parents were huddled at one corner, my father's left pajama sleeve soaked with blood. There was someone standing before them, clad in all black, looking like death himself. Sensing my presence, he turned and looked at me.
I will never forget that face. I gasped, and then choke in fear.
His beauty was unearthly, his pale skin illuminated by the moonlight. He was an adult, maybe around 35 years old. He looked down upon me, and it seemed like I can't take away my eyes from his blood-red ones. That was enough to make me shiver in fear, but his smile was even more frightening.
It was evil, there's no other way to describe it. His mouth flaunted sharp canine teeth.
"What do we have here? Dessert?" he jeered. I resisted the urge to cover my ears. His voice was high and piercing, and it seems like it can cut through glass. The menacing expression was out-of-place on his angel-like face.
"Leave her alone," my dad growled. He didn't look afraid; his expression was hard. My mama's face was the opposite. Her beautiful face clearly showed that she was frightened, but not for her life. The way she gripped my father's hand and how her anxious gaze rested on my face, I can tell that she was worried for her family's lives.
"And why would I do that?" the man countered.
"Don't harm Allison, please..." my mama desperately pled. "Take me instead."
"Now, now, woman. Don't get too excited. Wait for your turn," he sneered. Then he looked at my father. "And I think it's the best if we let the gentleman here go first, shall we?"
He turned to me. "Better watch this, young one. I hope you'll find it entertaining." And then, just like that, he disappeared.
Before I understand what's happening, my father was snatched from my mother's grip. The man moved so fast that he's just a blur. And, in less than a second, he had his lips at my father's neck. He bit, and dad screamed.
I was numbed in fear that I cannot move. I know I should run, ask for help, but it seemed like my feet was glued to the ground. I can see the blood flowing down my father's shirt, and I felt dizzy. My mama was shouting, pleading for the man to stop.
My father's eyes were glazing over, and then he let out a gurgled sound. After that, dad had gone limp, and the man stopped, and tossed aside the body as if it was nothing. Mama whimpered, and he turned his attention to her.
"Had you seen that, young one?" he said to me. "It's bloody fantastic, isn't it?"
And then he had gone for mama.
My mother did not scream, nor did she struggle. She just looked at me over his shoulders, telling me with her eyes how much she loves me. Then her eyes rolled back, and just like dad, she's dead. And I couldn't do anything.
The man let go of my mother's drained body and I trembled in fear. Surely, he'll go after me. And as if it was a dream, he slowly turned to me, his smile plastered on his face. He slowly walked towards me, and then knelt. He stroked my cheek, and it was wet. I didn't know that I've been crying.
"You're a strong one, aren't you?" he whispered. "Most children will run screaming after what you had seen."
I just stared at him.
He smiled cheekily at me. "Well, now it's your turn," he said, in the same tone an ice cream vendor would say to a kid.
He brushed away strands of hair from my neck. And then, slowly, he brought his lips against my burning skin. He licked the spot that he will bite, and then, I felt the sting as his teeth pierced through my skin.
It hurts. It hurts so much that I screamed and jerked away, and it only got worse. He gripped my shoulders painfully, that I know it will leave bruises.
I thought I would die, and I was actually happy that I would. What was there to live for, anyway? My parents were already dead.
But suddenly, the accursed vampire was jerked away from me.
Surprised, I opened my eyes. There were other five people in the room, but I didn't know them. Each of them was holding wooden stakes, with points so sharp that it's frightening to look at.
"Damn," the vampire swore. He tried to escape, but my saviors were ready. They cornered him. Then they left him there, near the bed, and I could see a wooden stake sticking from his chest.
"They're dead," someone announced. I looked at him, and I realized he was talking about my parents.
I knew it, but even so, I cried. I tasted my tears, and it was bitter. A kindly looking man approached me, and patted my back. I buried my head into his chest.
"It would be alright," he assured me, but I know it never will.
From that moment on, I was sure that my life would never be the same.
