Blood And Light

Chapter One

Chapter one

"Make a wish"

"Tales." I chuckled to myself. And I would've believed them myself, if it weren't for the events proving me wrong that is.

It all happened years ago. My father, very caring and loving he is, says that according to an ancient legend we are not supposed to get into any contact with the children of the night. The blood thirsty ones. Although we too were kids that came and crawled from the same gates of hell, and made our living the same way, I dare say we are entirely different from them. Yet the same, it's extremely cliché now that I think about it gazing at the stars.

Elders put a curse on us, due to the massive and continuous wars between the two halves. The witch, father says, was angry, for the blood shed which might as well have resulted in the wiping of the entire vampire existence.

The nights blamed my father for their queen's death, and soon after my own mother died so of course our people assumed that the nights had done this to take revenge. That is, supposedly when the first war started, one led to many others and soon, land started smelling like rotten flesh and organs while the air had a misty smell of vampire blood.

Nothing seemed to just add up at all, in any way, shape or form I twisted and turned the puzzle pieces , something was always missing and I was never able to finish the image.

My father certainly did not kill the vampire queen, and sure there was a slight possibility that the blood ones might've killed my mother but that would've been for revenge. Vampires crave blood, and revenge was the best way to quench their thirst.

For a long time, I too did believe the tales myself. I did believe that my mother was killed by the blood ones and I did have a strong feeling of hate for them. I started questioning my father's honesty when he took one of my "for older kids" book, and said I had probably lost it or it had fallen off somewhere. I knew myself too well; I would never lose a book, let alone one I had been reading for weeks about how World War II started. . I started wondering what else he could have lied about to me. Ironic how all it took for me to start poking holes in tales as old as my father was just a book.

The boys always picked on me. Although just like a lot of the girls in our clan, I had blonde hair. But I was never dirty from the blood I drank, a few years before she was "killed" when I was around a hundred and fifty years old I learned from her to clean up after my messes. The girls thought it was weird, how my dresses or jeans or even shirts never got dirty or have even the slightest of stains on them; except for sometimes small droplets of blood that were barely even noticeable would fall on my shirts. I always could hear them whispering about me, how I was so put together all the time and I most probably did nothing all day other than lay around all the time. I'd get annoyed at them, for hours my hair, that changed colors every time I felt a new way, would stay red sometimes it would turn almost black or even purple when I was crying too.

At the time, I would indeed prefer reading in my room or in the library, rather than playing with the stupid kids in our clan. They would sneak into the woods and bite unlucky travelers, drink their blood just because they were bored. For the only reason that I couldn't take Lilith an also a blonde girl from the clan call me so clean all the time, when I was around twelve hundred years old I agreed to play the game with them. It got to the point where it became a common thing for me to do. We became the reason that my father forbid the clan from ever drinking human's blood. Only when necessary, for now we eat normal things, lie eggs, fruit and vegetables. We drink blood from the cows or horses we have.

"It's just tales Vega don't get so worked up over it." My stepsister looked at me smiling. After the death of my mother, father had to marry another woman. Isabelle. She and her daughter Veronica, who's younger than me by only four hundred years, have been nothing but nice to me. I had nothing to complain about.

"I know." I had my hands pulled out and waved them in various directions at the evening sky. Me and Ver had been sitting under the moon and her soldiers for some hours now, both of us were laid down on the almost pine green grass. At least that's how it looked in the dark.

Every vampire had, despite our strength and speed, a special ability. I was able to teleport, anywhere, everywhere, for as long as I was at least calm or in a good mental state. My father had cryokinesis, transforming water always seemed really fascinating to me, and Isabella could move things around without having to touch them, but much like my father and every other vampire who was in age she didn't use her powers much. Since they had already faded enough to fail her numerous times resulting in a few broken vases and plates.

Although drinking human's blood wasn't entirely allowed, I still did it. When I got the chance. It tends to take my mind off things.

"Vega look! A shooting star!" Veronica said enthusiastically. "Make a wish."

"Ver, you cannot just wish for something when you see a shooting star. It's just a rock from space silly." I tried to explain to her.

"You and your smart fangs." She complained. I smiled at her, closed my eyes, took a long deep breath and thought. It wouldn't hurt anyone if I wished would it? I crossed my fingers on my left hand and held Veronica's with the other.

"Look at you wishing upon a rock." She emphasizes the word rock mocking me.

"I only did this for you, so be grateful." I smiled and teased her back.

I loved Veronica, she seemed surprisingly nice. At first I wasn't quite accepting the fact of her and Isabella being part of the family. Maybe I still haven't seeing that I still wish for my mother to be here at times I feel they don't understand me.

One, who always understood me, was Aura. My best friend for as long as I can remember. But, just like everyone else she too questioned my wish to be able to meet a night vampire. More than anything I wanted to ask one of them if it was true, them killing my mom.

People always said me and Aura looked alike. I personally never saw a resemblance, other than we were both completely out of our minds, insane, and we had a better chance at being put into an insane asylum than to wear the same outfit on the same
day.

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A\N: *some chapters are currently being rewritten so all long time readers might notice a few changes here and there*  thank you for reading, feel free to point out any mistakes