VAMPIRE EMPIRE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

//Rulia //

I remembered everything! I remembered how hurt I was when I found out about Troy. I didn't want to feel that pain that time but now, it is the one thing that feels real to me right now. That doesn't mean anything. I still think he's better off without me. It's the only thing that's not messed up.

Since I got my powers, am very lazy, I do some selfish stuff for myself with my magic, you know just to reward myself with a smile in the morning because I cannot prepare enough for the shit that befalls me through the day. So I try the simplest of them after failing in every other magical act I have tried today, swirling my straw in juice without having to touch itt... Nothing happens! I have an annoyingly painful cut on my wrist and I just can't explain or heal it.

"I just lost my powers." I break it to my dead looking mom. Slapping the table angrily as if that'll shake her. She does not even look up immediately, she's reading a very old paper, like from 1880, she claims to be catching up on Vadille.

She is pale, and looks sick and sad and isn't really in the mood to talk about our problems. We are at this point of life where we just don't care anymore. Just sit there and wait for the end. It is probably too soon anyway.

"Am supposed to be the next reagent, mom! " I add.

"So bloody what?Rulia. I turned Drew! " She explodes. Tearing it in a half. It smells awful. It's scary, she's acting vampirish. You can like just see where her nails, no claws, ripped through the papers.

"You're a vampire? " I freak. No wait, already knew that, wrong question. "You turned Drew?" For the first time in my life, my mom is actually rolling eyes at me. Not that, not Drew, he's changed enough over the past few weeks I don't think I can take anymore of his drama.

A silver_white haired thingy dashes downstairs to prove that point and pecks us both on the forehead. He then supports his arm on his chair next to mine. He reads the astonishment in my face and fangs out his teeth. Actually, we're not at that point I thought we were of not caring, more is coming. And I thought I could see Drew like that and not be shaken, but I just dropped the bottle of milk for my serial but he catches it before it hits the floor. WTF!

"I know, mom is still mad at me for tricking her to turning me. Classic trick. I begged her to turn me, would not do it. My life is almost over, was almost over and I wanted to be heartless..." He narrates.

"So you consulted Travis!" I predict for him like a keyboard. Well, it would answer why and how he got his daylight ring.

"Max told you, ofcourse he did. He's mad because he kept drilling in my head about how he liked you and I made the move first,so kill me. " He breaths on my neck and licks it. "You have the best blood, probably. Gotta get some blood. Be a good girl, or sister. "

My mom is still bored and down and is not even doing anything about the fact that Drew is slitting the palm of my hand with a knife and draining my blood to soak his cereal. Yet another cut. Like, what the hell guys am trying to have a flawless skin! It doesn't necessarily mean that everything that comes after a question is an answer. I am realizing no one is explaining shit.

"Mom, what happened? " I demand at this point to know.

"Don't yell at me! He committed suicide I had to save him. He tricked me into it. I couldn't let him die. I am breathing through my butthole to get you to have a comfortable life here, the least you can do is not yell at me." She lashes out. She's really losing her mind. My ponytail is being teased by a breeze behind me and am guessing the door is open.

This family is a total screw up and if that person doesn't save us all from driving each other crazy, we might as well just kill each other. My mom is just frozen looking at the person like a statue and tears just feel her eyes. This is really creepy. Such an ugly way to be spending a Saturday. This is why I need the morning magic moves. It's what I call them. Drew moves the glass close to his lips, this is the first time am being fed on and am watching.