Ugh, I feel like crap. I think to myself as I walk down the corridor to my room. Why does Guy act like he does? Did he really want me to die? Why does Maloria like him so much, what's he got that I haven't? He's an arrogant idiot, who doesn't pay her the respect and love she deserves.
I walk into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I go over to the window, shutting the shutters, locking them shut. I pull the key out, sliding it onto a chain, I fasten it around my neck, just in case.
My feet barely lift from the floor as I move to my bed. It was the night hunters who spreaded that we vampires can only regenerate in coffins, and that we usually go for the beautiful madians - ok, this is true in my recently deseased family, and the fact I drank from Maloria is another thing entirely.
Her blood though. It was the best thing I've ever drunk, in my entire life - considering that I've been alive for over one hundred and fifty years and have drunk from thousands of people is an added consept.
My mind wanders off to other things, I think about my little sister. She was turn a couple of years after me, Francis my old friend turned her when some sick b*stered tried to kill her. They stabbed her after they...
I shake that horrific thought out of my head. Francis and I went after those gits and killed them. They were the only humans that I have ever killed, even though they weren't really human, more like monsters - even by my standards.
My mind is worn and I eyes feel heavy as I sleep. Thinking of the way Francis was killed by Ryan, the immortal night hunter.