Chapter eleven
Lauren's P.O.V.
I really miss life.
But don't all dead people? Oh right. Most dead people can't think at all. They're dead.
All I wish is that I can be ruler of the world...or at least the vampire world. Is that too much too ask?
But obviously I'm not getting very close to that. So I may as well stick with the original plan.
Kill. Kill. And...kill.
It was the most enjoyment I got out of life. I was gorgeous of course, but that's not very exciting, well at the beginning its exciting, but not now.
Now, its just tiresome. There were a few special unique things about me, things that humans cannot do.
Mind control, memory erasing, super vampire speed- Vincent calls vampire speed, 'flying'. He is so stupid- things like that. But I had no special vampire talent. Not like that stupid Vincent.
I really hate him. I wonder if he even remembers me.
That's right, I know him. From a long time ago. A world away.
I am his sister.
His human sister. Not human now of course, but he is my biological brother. I can't BELIEVE he doesn't remember me. I bet he didn't even know I was a vampire. And he still doesn't know.
Even though he saw me in that damn car. I looked right AT HIM. And he still didn't know who I was.
All that crap that I told to Dana and her idiotic friends, was crap. I wasn't even ALIVE in Marie Anntoinette's time.
I was changed after Vincent. Like, a week after. But the stuff of the guy I loved turning me, was true. Except I met him in school. Not in a prison. He was sweet. Gorgeous. I had no idea he was a vampire.
We fell in love, and a week after Vincent's disappearance, he turned me. He said that he knew where Vincent was, that he was a vampire. But if I didn't turn, I couldn't see my brother. The vampire laws were a much stricter back then.
So he turned me, but after almost a day, he was killed. By a staking. And he never told me where Vincent was. So I never found him.
The reason I'm asian, is because my mother was asian. The reason Vincent doesn't look it, is because my white father overtook his genes. He probably doesn't even remember my name.
I was also have a headstone without my name back then, because I guess my parents just COULDN'T afford it. They found my body, because I pretended to be dead, and they buried me. I dug myself out after they left though. There is an empty grave in the Williamson family.
My parents did face judgement with being an interracial couple, but they did their best to withstand it. They loved eachother so much, its where I get my influence.
But I don't forgive Vincent for forgetting me. I can't. Maybe that's why I'm so evil...
I'm not a vampire hunter. I kill humans and drink their blood, don't think I'm so bad. That's the normal diet for a vampire. Vincent chooses to be 'good' though.
I've had enough of him. I'm killing his beloved Dana to get back at him. I am done being so nice.
Vincent's P.O.V.
I was in my bedroom pouting, trying to think of my next escape plan. You know, how the hell do I escape a vampire hunter? My mind was drawing a blank. There was no answer to that question yet.
