An 119 year old vampire has been told that she is wanted dead. During the fantasy of Gracie's life we find out about her past and her lust for Riley, a beautiful vampire who is centuries old. He is the one that has been sent to kill Gracie. Although, he cannot resist her.
The pain seared through my body, projecting through my veins. The poison that was a secret to mankind, had now become part of me. For the rest of my life and all of eternity, I would be the most bloodthirsty predator who would roam around freely while others died peacefully. Forever roaming the earth in order to find a signal. A sign. I knew now that the only way to get through this never ending life, was to drink the only drink that should never be drunk. The liquid that coarsed through man's body. The only thing keeping people alive was their blood. The thick velvetine residue that flowed to and from ones heart. Resisting the temptation of cold blooded murder.
I stared out of the double glazed window, an invention which clearly had no success. The dust was thick between the two slates of glass, pierced into four pieces of plastic which could use a good scrub.
"119 years old and I'm thinking about windows" I murmered to myself, loud enough so my sister could hear. I sighed. The only thing that was daunting to every teenager was of course, Highschool. She glared at me.
"I thought you said that we'd be out of this place when we were 17. Now we are back in this hell hole." she whispered to me through clamped teeth.
She flicked her blonde fringe out of her eyes. "That was a long time ago." I replied, trying to recollect the memories of my 17 year old self. Happy and care free. Not having to resist the urge of killing everyone in this dull classroom for their blood. I stared at her face. Her hair was shoulder length and she had a habit of flicking her side fringe out of her eyes. You'd think a vampire wouldnt have any habits. Her face was smooth and pale, and her lips had a light pink tinge to them. She was wearing a fashionable purple top with a flower necklace. I couldnt see her bottom half because of the desk but i guessed that she was wearing boots and some sort of skirt.
"I'm wearing tights" she replied after reading my thoughts.
Not only was she incredibly beautiful, but she could also read my thoughts. "And stop staring at me Gracie" she growled.
I touched her hand showing her an image of me beating her in a race that was going to happen later. I had the ability of seeing things that were going to occur in the future, and I was also able to project my visions to another person with one touch. In our family we called our special abilities super powers although not all of us had them. My family consisted of me, my sister Rosie, my older brother Louis who was tall, muscular and had shaggy black hair but had no special ability apart from being insanely strong and incredibly annoying. My other brother Daniel who was the oldest out of all of us was basically head of our house. Daniel had the ability to shock a person by injecting them with 10,000 volts of electricity with one touch. His hair was brown and short and he styled it which made him look like a model, even though he was the most modest of us four. We never really had play fights with him. Louis was sitting at the back of the science classroom tapping a pencil on the desk impatiently. Rosie turned around and shot him a glare, he playfully stuck his toungue out and smiled. I desperately stared at the clock waiting for the hands of time to hurry the hell up. I whimpered and stared at my sister, being the youngest I always looked at my siblings for help.
"Only 13 minutes and 54 seconds to go dear" she murmered while patting my hand.
She shifted my long, dark red hair over my shoulder and continued to pretend to listen to what the science teacher was saying. I quickly shifted my hair back to my front. I hated my hair being touched because I loved my hair. I wasnt an obsessive fashion freak who was obsessed with my looks like my sister. I heard her growl silently next to me. My hair shimmered as the sun broke through the clouds and rebounded off my long curls. My skin was pale white like my brothers and sister. Usually in books if the sun touches a vampire they would either fry or sparkle, but me and my family wore special silver rings which were encrusted with sapphire crystals, which had an unusual pattern engraved in them which helped us go out in daylight without being set on fire. Although my brothers rings didnt have sapphires on them. I glanced at my brother and sister. Individually giving them a nod to tell them that their eyes were going to turn from a golden haze to a dark grey in about 35 seconds, informing their bodies of the itching thirst that was going to take over. It had always been a mystery to us that the older vampires became thirsty before me. About 6 minutes had passed as I continued to stare out of the window at the gloomy weather which populated the small town that was Angel Falls. I fiddled about with my ring, tracing my finger along the indentations of the sapphires. I trailed my finger down the inside of my right arm over my veins what seeped with venom under my skin. My mouth tasted like metal as i could feel my eyes were clouding to form the thick grey colour. After 50 minutes of sitting through the dreary lecture the bell rang telling me that I was finally free for today. I quickly gathered my books and shoved them under my left arm. The battle to get out of the classroom was impossible. Everyone got up at once and made a break for the door to get out of the over crowded classroom. I caught up with my brother and sister in the hallway, cramming books into lockers.
"Come on." A voice had demanded as Daniel swiftly walked past us after coming out of a different classroom.
"Yes sir!" Louis said sarcastically while saluting. "You'd think we were his dogs".
"You love him really" said Rosie flashing a smile. Louis growled.
"At least he looks after us" I added sticking up for my brother.
I could tell they were making rude gestures behing my back. I laughed to myself. Louis was by my side as we briskly walked outside with Rosie trailing behind us. Daniel was already sitting in his white mercedes convertible. It was called something more fancier than that because I overheard Daniel and Louis having an argument about who's car was better. Personally I didnt really care much for cars. I got in with Daniel while Louis and Rosie got in Louis' yellow Porsche. Another collection in Louis long list of sports cars in our garage. The sun went behind the clouds as we were driving back to our home.