What a Vampire Wants

Chapter 4

Aelia looked angrier than normal. She was clearly in a bad mood as she walked in, and sat down without a word. Aurora looked at her, then brought us all over to a corner.

"Okay while Aelia finishes P.M.S.ing I will be teaching you guys about blood, and drinking it and stuff." She states, clearly in a bad mood, because of Aelia. Natalie looked at her confused.

"Wait? Vampires get their period?" She asked concerned, as if she thought she may be pregnant. Aurora's expression was still blank, and passable.

"Nope." She stated popping her P, "just Aelia." She finished. Why would Aelia, be any different from the rest of us I wondered. Now wonder, once she had entered the cell, I had recognized the faint smell of blood. Aelia, sat in the chair. She looked tired and angry. She was definitely P.M.S.ing.

"So," she continued, " although we have been feeding you all bagged blood, assuming eventually you will all get out of here, we have to teach you about what kind of blood to drink, and where you will be finding your source of it. Whether it be bagged, as we all do here, humans, animals, and if you think you could down it Plasma." She finished with a look of disgust, thinking of the fake blood. "Different ways..." she continued, but my attention was brought to Aelia. She looked so uncomfortable. After what must have been hours, Aurora finally got up. She walked away with Aelia, who said, she was sorry, and that she and Maxwell would be here again tomorrow to talk about blood drinking, when she was in a better mood. How could she only P.M.S for only one day? I wondered. There was definitely something different about Aelia, and I immediately wanted to know what it was.

As promised, the next day Aelia walked down with Maxwell, much happier then she had been yesterday. She looked adoringly up at him. Where they pairs? I wondered. They walked down and she said hello solemnly, as she always did. The kindness she showed to Maxwell and her other friends was never reciprocated towards us. Suddenly I felt as though she was laughing. I looked to see her face flat, with no chance of her laughing. I still felt it though. She seemed to be so happy, and giggly, on the inside. I wanted to know what made her this way, so I looked at her and decided to ask.

"What's so funny?" I asked afraid of what she may do. I got confused looks from every vampire except her. She looked at me in the same way that she had looked at Jennifer all those days ago.

"Maxwell." Said looking from him to me, and back again. He immediately came, and grabbed my arm dragging me away. We went up the stairs and his grip loosened. It did not feel like I was in trouble, more like I was going to a better place. He led me to a room. It was filled with blacks and blues. It looked very vampiric, and Goth. It was very different from my old personality, but I found that I liked it. I seemed to just be sitting there, on my new bed, when Aelia was suddenly at my door. I looked up at her, and was suddenly curious.

"What happened to the others?" I asked her. "And why am I here?" She thought about it, as if whether to tell me because I was a dangerous vampire, or to tell me the reason I was in this room.

"You have found your power. So you have now been put into special training at my home. And as for the others, you were the last that was able to stay. I was only to keep five, and the others have been transferred to my dear friends Annabell to teach them about our lives. I have been left with you, Jack Rivera, Jennifer Rouge, Alix Campbell, and Caroline Crowe. You will be taught by one of my friends or I, depending on who we decide to be each of you instructors tonight. If you have any requests for an instructor, please write it on a paper, and deliver it to Maxwell tonight, He will be the one pairing you all with instructors. We will have excess clothes for you some time tomorrow, but you can change into these for the rest of the night. Dinner will be at 6, please do not be late." She finished, before turning and rushing away at vampire speed. I looked at the clothes on the bed. They were far from my style, but were my size. I wondered as to whose they were, as I had not seen, one of her friends that was remotely similar in size to me. There laid black skinny jeans, and a black band Tee. Whoever these were, they were very Goth, or girly.

I walked down the stairs, praying that I was not lost. Aelia owned this whole place? It was a fricking mansion. This was the second staircase I had tried, as nobody had shown me around the house. I had found nearly 15 rooms. Although there was no physical proof of whose was whose, I knew instantly which rooms were for Aelia and her friends, and which were for me and the other vampires. I walked into a large door, and suddenly realized I had found the dining room. The table could fit possible one hundred people, but all the vampires were sat at the side closest to me. Aelia sitting at the head of the table made her look out of place. Although I knew she was not weak, she was small, and thinner than all others sitting at the table. I sat down in the seat next to Alix, and he looked at me with a smile. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Aelia's Point of View _________________________________________

He walked into the dining room ten minutes late. His hair was a shade lighter than Daemon, but in his clothes, it made them seem even more similar. They had similar features, but didn't look that alike, but their personalities were unrealistically identical. They way he couldn't just let me be, but was such a flirt that you thought it impossible not to laugh at him. He sat down next to Alix, and slowly glanced up to me. I felt a tear begin to bubble as his eyes melted into mine, as Daemon's had never failed to. I pushed away this thought, and tried to say all I had to quickly.

"Welcome again, please hand all requests to Maxwell sometime this night. Later tonight, you will all meet, in Aurora's room to have a talk. I'm sorry I will not be able to be there, but I have other matter to attend to. I will warn you now, that you would not want to try and run away, and that attacking me or one of my companions would not be a good idea. I would like to point out that I am not exactly a vampire. One gulp of my blood and you will have the biggest high of you life, then black out... forever. And a bite from me can kill you instantly. Also, please do not wander my home. Aurora will tell you where you can go. You may travel freely in those areas, but please don't go in any other areas. Please have a wonderful dinner, but please excuse me." I rushed, then scurried away. I had not cried over Daemon in two years. I had not cried over the way his face was burned into my heart. Over how much I missed him. Over all our memories in this house. Over all those times I remembered his scream of pain, and my inability to help him. No, I had cried over being reminded of his eyes, all because of Caleb. I had changed. I was no longer fully open to strangers. Only my five best friends living in my house new some of my secrets. But only some. I also was stronger. I would never let that man hurt the people I love. He would never do what he did to my dear Daemon again.

So yeah... you'll hear more soon. Ask if you have questions.

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