Nila looked at her pale finger, and paused. She felt ill, a nausea undescribable. She slowly brought her finger to her tooth, piercing the cold skin. The wound began to bleed, and the red substance began to fill Nila's mouth. She hated that feeling. the pain, the burning sensation that almost seemed to please her when swallowing her own blood. She never wanted this.
When Nila was eight, her mother had passed away from a brain tumor. Nila's father had difficulty dealing with the loss, and shut himself out. Nila was left to fend for herself in the big world. Her short nails traced the outline of her face, gasping when she came around the scar that caused it all. the scar that made her the "monster" she was. She pulled her long black sleeves over her hands and with one swipe brushed her bangs to the side. She licked her tooth, making sure no red remained. They had to call it a vampire tooth, huh? Nila sighed, grabbing her backpack by the strap that was not yet broken. As she made her way to school, the temptation grew. Her senses had increased dramatically. Socks, onions, cologne, nail polish remover, blood. The familiar aroma of sweet, sweet blood. She never craved it, however. When Nila "changed" she swore to herself she would never hurt anybody, no matter how badly it hurt to starve with nothing but her own droplets. School was just another place in Nila's mind where she would be called freak and crazy. The worst part about it, she couldn't tell anyone. Every story she'd read, every article she'd noticed. People like her are never welcome. Just as people like her will never be normal.
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Under The Moon
VampireHer whole life, Nila has never been what we call "normal". Her father distant, her mother dead, and she's what some may call " abnormal". But what if words have no meaning. What if everything we say is truly worthless. So may I ask, What is normal?
