The Precious

Up until my eighteenth year in this world, I was normal. Or maybe clueless is the right term. But it was okay. My life was good enough. I had a few friends, fairly good grades and that was enough for me at the time.
Until, one day, my parents dropped me off at some hell-hole delinquent school without an explanation. The worst thing was, I was the most non-delinquent person. It wasn't right.
But I met my own miracle there. Granted, it didn't happen overnight. We went through a lot once he realized who I was and revealed to me how precious I was in the worst way one could be.
My blood was precious. I was precious, but all for nothing, because as soon as my evil twin sister found me, I'd be dead. Drained of all the precious blood in my body. And the worst thing was, Alex was just as precious.