My Little Fallen Vampire.

Chapter One.

WHY CAN'T YOU BE NORMAL NOT SOME WEIRD GOTHIC FREAK". My mother shouted at me.

This has been going on for two hours straight, back forth it has bounced. All her words had hit me like a basketball bat, I know how that feels trust me. It was painful that someone I had called my mother for so long had suddenly became the voice in my head, showing me and telling me all the wrongs that there was in me.

I may feel unloved and hurt at the moment by my ' mother', but my mind and thoughts were bidding the time that I had free until the monster came home. My father.

Thump. Bang.

Oh dear lord, He was home.

My 'mother' smiled at my evily, she how much I hated him since she had read one of my diaries under my pillow when I was a sleep. After she read my diary, I wished I was dead and even though I did try a couple of times something made me stop. She's threaten that she would tell him everything that was in there if I didn't go with what she said about me. All the lies that she fed the drunken monster.

"Where is she?" He demand, stomping towards the kitchen door.

My mind told me to run yet my legs would not obey and remind me of my 'mother's' power she held over me.

"In here," she called in a sweet-sickly voice to my dad. The kind of voice you would use on a puppy to obey your command.

Suddenly the door to the kitchen was blown off it hinges and was now hugging to floor with fear. He was drunker than ever, dark rings held his eyes up which were sparkling with excitement at the moment. If you couldn't tell he was drunk by that description then the smell of alcohol cloud him and his clothes could tell you.

"Right, let's start princess." He menacingly , quietly whispered but loud enough for me to hear every single word.

Gulping I prepared myself for the worst. I felt his hand grab my shirt and lift me up then slamming me into the wall next to the fridge.

I wince in pain, shutting my eyes to his ugly face that was staring down at me.

Pain rippled throughout me as I felt his fist connect with my face again and again. In the background of all this pain, I hear my mother laugh at the sigh of me, encouraging him to do more damage. I picture the smirk he wore as he threw me to the ground, the alcohol taking over his actions and emotions.

Every kick brought me pain, not only in the stomach or my chest or wherever, but also in my heart, realising, once again, the my life could and would never be normal.

Then the pain stopped and hot breath hit my face and neck.

"You're lucky I have a schedule you suicidal bitch, otherwise you would of gotten more. No I expect dinner on the table when me and the rest of the family come home." He demanded.

With that, he slammed my head back onto the floor and went back through the door with three pairs of feet following him.

However the last stopped at me, i felt it crouch down to my level, stuff something under my t-shirt and then stud up and left quickly.