Bloodbath°[KathNiel VAMPIRE Series]

Chapter One: Den of Snakes

There is not one thing in life that I am so good at except for ignoring. Not that I am coward or what, but I just choose to have a low kind of life. People at home would say I have this beyotch character in me which in their words is something that I keep behind my cloak. I couldn't affirm that though. Maybe they're right. Maybe, not. But as I say, ignoring everyone is my talent. Being the ice is what I am known for. But right this moment, when our school building is eaten up by a huge blaze of fire, I realize that even glaciers melt. Grasping the fact that I am trapped inside the building's comfort room, my knees quivered. Of so much fear, I am not able to move. I stay on my feet which are nailed to where I am standing at. Calling out to seek help or to inform everyone that someone is still inside is no longer in my head because of the mixed emotion I'm having. All I remember at that moment is the panic that shakes my system. Before I lose consciousness, the last thing I remember is a tube of steel falling towards me. I also recall that I didn't move, not an inch.

"King, she's awake," I heard a guy say in a very masculine voice. After rubbing my eyes, I check the surrounding of the place where I'm at. What the hell? Where am I? The room is so topsy-turvy, so messy that I thought I am in a junk shop.

"Name," Another guy asks. He has that killer jawline and a mob of perfect hair. Some strands flaunt forward his temples. Panicky for some clueless reason, I gulp an invisible something that is stuck in my throat especially after seeing the blank expression on his face. "Are you mute?"

"Where am I?"I ask instead.

The guy shakes his head. Along with it is a cold stare. Adventitiously, his company chuckles and my forehead furrows. To have a clearer vision, I close my eyes repeatedly until I have an unclouded view of the guys behind him. They have tattoos on their shoulders. While these menacing men wear tank tops, the guy in front wears leather jacket; a leather jacket that's worn by gangsters you see on TV or you picture in your head out from the fictions you read. Gangsters aren't real to me. If they are, they surely won't look as perfect as these guys.

Yes. These guys, especially the one they referred to as 'King', look perfectly handsome. This 'King' man is so damn good-looking. But most assuredly, he is someone unaffable and crabbed. I can tell by the way he speaks and glares at me.

If they aren't gangsters, they could be vampires, right? Everyone in school and at home believes that vampires are real creatures. We just cannot tell because they live like human; they blend with human. Their words, not mine. But in movies, they should be pale and these guys are perfectly in normal color. What are they then—

"Name," He iterates. Through his dark eyes, I can see he's starting to get angry and that somehow threatens me.

"Violet." I murmur out of fright.

Now, everyone laughs again, except him who still brags the hostile expression evinced on his face.

"Miss, it isn't fun to joke around Ki—" A cute guy interjected whose hair is tied in a bun. Yes, I did say cute.

"Viper," The irascible guy cuts in as he waves his hand on air, gesturing the other boys to leave. They follow as instructed so I am left alone in the room with him. With my mind overthinking things, I creep out of the bed. "Don't make me ask again. What. Is. Your. Name?" He asks scarily, emphasizing every word that adds up to how petrifying he is now before my eyes.

"I just said it. It's Violet."

Having heard my answer, he raises his brow. That scared me more. What's the matter with him? Why is he acting as if the whole world is placed on his shoulder? Maybe, he wants my complete name.

"Violet Youngblood," I murmur.

I am right. Mr. Ill-tempered leaves his eyes alone after completing my name. He turns his back on me, allowing me to see the imprint on his leather jacket, a snake.