The Screams of the Lambs

It is one thing to be quiet, to dress unusual or simply be a loner. Those things were the usual reasons to be labelled as weird. If it was that, she would have been fine.
Vivian Gilbert dreamed of problems from these kinds. It was something different to walk past a stranger and see in front of your inner eye how that person will become the victim of murder. Stabbed three times into the throat, five into the chest and heart cut out to be kept as a trophy.
Disturbing pictures for a little girl, even more disturbing to see the newspaper a few weeks after and seeing the headline of mysterious murder in small town.

Those were the fights Vivian thought her entire life. Obviously alone, who believes a girl who swears that the nice older lady in the neighbourhood murdered her own child?

After her parents' passing, Vivian's mental health was hanging on a thin string. Vampires, witches, and werewolves violently forced themselves into her life. Her beloved sister curses to get slaughtered like an animal, her best friend dammed to torture every month, childhood friends brutally murdered in front of her young eyes.

In this world of violence and betrayal, the only ones to give her answers were her enemies. The family so ruthless that they exist as legends in old books. Even when the path looks so clear, fate proves it twisted humour and plays everyone new cards.

Her love interests will not be spoiled, only Rebekah. She's bi, for context. Just know that I have twisted humour, so many plot twists, and violence. For the record, I warned everyone that I am not afraid to kill off main characters. If you think "She wouldn't," yes, I would, and I will.

I don't own the rights over any characters besides Vivian and neither about the plot lines. Those rights go to the producers of the vampire daries.