Bloodbath°[KathNiel VAMPIRE Series]

Chapter Nine: Escape

I have a family of vampires. My family killed Mayhem's parents. I have a family of—No! I'm not. I'm not a vampire. I am normal just like everyone else in school! I am normal!

Reflexively, my hands clench in exasperation because of giving so much thought about Forsythe's words that keep echoing inside my head. He is just trying to mess up with my life. He hates me and he just wants me to stay away from his friend. Yes. That's probably it. Right?

I try to convince myself that way but half of me believes in Forsythe. I have to add, my identity and my family being so secretive about almost everything just gives me more reason to believe him so. Who am I? What is the kind of family that I have?

"Mother, can we talk?" I politely ask her who is in her room sewing a clothing.

"What is it again this time Violet?"

"Who is Tristram?"

Mom flinches at that question. As expected, she stands and draws closer to me with angry pair of eyes. Her nails burrow on my skin as she grips my arms.

"I don't know that person nor do you. You are not going to mention that name again." She demands authoritatively.

"Why mom? What will you do if I will?"

"You will not like to know. Now, you go to your room Violet. I have a lot of things to do."

"No mother! You tell me!" I blare as I push her away from me. "Are we hiding our wealth and our properties from everyone for my safety or is it to avoid exposing the kind of family that we have?"

As feisty as the question comes out, mom's hand hits me on the cheek as a response. However, I feel nothing.

"Am I not normal, mother? Is there something I need to know about myself?"

"From now on, you are not leaving this house. You are not going to school anymore. And this conversation did not happen and it will not happen. Ever again." She says before leaving me in tears inside the room.

I know. Relatives, parents in particular, are supposed to be affectionate towards their children. Yes, we don't have that kind of closely-bonded mother-daughter relationship but this is too much! It's as if  I am one of the people in this mansion, one of those slaves who need to follow her orders. I am her daughter! I am not her prisoner! I am not someone she can control. I wipe my tears to pacify myself.

As mother ordered, I stay in my room. I do it not because of obedience. I do it because it's the only thing  I can do. Leaving this place gives me nausea because I am scared that maybe Forsythe is right. Perhaps, by now, Mayhem and all others hate me to death. I am suppose to ignore them but it just doesn't feel right this time. My chest stiffens and I can hardly breathe just by simply thinking that Mayhem hates me. Trying to get myself a sleep, I close my eyes. But I see a vision instead of my mother talking again to the man in cloak whose eyes are fiery red. However, I can no longer hear them like before. All I can perceive with my hearing sense is a static noise that's likened to a radio with a bad signal. Forcing my ability to get through their conversation, I end up having a really bad headache. It's like my head is going to crack. I scream inside my room to get rid of the ache.

"Morty!" I exclaim when I remember that I actually have one person I can confide everything to.

In stealth, I tiptoe on my way out. I successfully get out of the mansion. However, when I am about to open the gate, my hand burns from holding the silver rails. I flinch backwards. I try again but it still gives me burns every time my hand gets contact with the silver gate. Seeing myself constantly healing the burns by itself, I keep on trying but the pain is just so unbearable. I retreat eventually, leaving myself looking up at the height of the fence around our house.