Darcia's pov

My plan to adopt her was still in process. I have no idea how adoption even works. I searched the internet for the conditions of adoption and read through them properly. The most important thing is money, which I have.

I still hesitate if she is the right person for my source of blood. She smells nice and unique, I would say. I do not often find blood like this.

The best thing about adopting her is that no one is going to look for her. No family or even distant relatives. There is no one who cares where she is. Even if there was someone, they would never find us. If I want something, I will have it, no matter the cost.

Being able to feed at home and not go anywhere is a luxury for me. I don't like humans or other vampires. I even hate my family, and they don't even know where I am. It's not like they're particularly concerned about me. They never did. I raised myself, and that's why I'm proud of who I am.

My only friend is far away from this town, and I don't know when I'm going to see him. I would appreciate his smart brain and help with this situation.

I light my candle on my nightstand, which I don't even know why I have since I can't sleep. I like seeing the little flame burning and feeling the warmth I could never experience. I sometimes wonder what it's like to be warm, but I'd never trade my vampire life for human life.

"When was the last time I drew something?" I asked myself as I lay on the couch. "Hmm, maybe I could draw-" I got up from my couch, and went straight to my drawing table.

First, I started with a face and added other facial features. I don't often draw faces. The more facial features I added, the more it looked like her. I like to sketch bodies mostly, but her face is so symmetrical. Not perfect, of course.

It's not in my nature to brag, but my parents arranged a marriage for me with one of the most powerful vampires. The desire he had for me was so strong. Our town considered me to be the most beautiful vampire.

Guess what? I ran away from my wedding and never returned. He might be the most powerful, but I'm way smarter than him. That's why my parents were looking for me. To get me back to him. They never cared about what I wanted, so why should I care about their wishes?

Sketching doesn't take me a lot of time. I'm quite passionate about it. The finished result was better than I expected it to be. I was looking at it and wondering what her name was. I can't go back there so soon. I need to wait a few days and find out who runs this orphanage. It's better to be a man. Things would be easier for me that way.

Talia's pov

After I woke up from my nap, I looked at Stacey, and she was still sleeping, so I quietly got up and got ready for my class.

Even though many people complain about studying, I am always interested in learning more about history or science. I only have two classes a week, so I don't have to study a lot. Mr. Elwood hired private teachers so we could get a proper education. I put on my favorite sweater and some blue jeans and walked downstairs to my class.

We were almost at the end of the class when the teacher had an announcement. "So, the next essay assignment is about Love. Write at least two or three pages. You have one month to write it. I think it's enough time for you to complete it." Mrs. Taylor instructed. She grabbed her laptop, and books and said, "See you all next class!" And left.

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"Love? Couldn't she pick a better topic? I find it a bit offensive." Someone declared after she left. "You are right. We're literally orphans. How could we possibly know something about love?" Someone answered back, and everyone laughed. I took my stuff from the table and headed outside the classroom, going to the hall.

Love...

I don't know what that word means. I never experienced it or had it from my parents. That word sounds empty to me. Meaningless. "A month is a lot of time. If I'm lucky, I'll have at least two pages by then." I thought to myself.

I looked at the time and headed to the cafeteria. Stacey was already there and gave me a weird look while I was waiting in line for food. She is clearly mad that I didn't wake her up sooner.

I sat down at the table. "Hello, sleeping beauty," I teased. Stacey raised her brows at me in disbelief and shook her head. "I hate you so much." Stacey grimaced at me. "Love you too," I answered with a smile.

"Listen, did you sleep well? You know because of what happened?" Stacey suddenly mentioned. "Yeah, I slept better than ever. Thank you again," I assured her with a smile on my face. Even though she slept right next to me, I couldn't fall asleep at all. Deep down, I was still scared, but I knew I couldn't allow fear to get inside my head.

After we finished our food, we left the cafeteria and decided to go to our studio. I do statuary, and Stacey likes to watch me work on my projects while she writes her own songs on the guitar.

This building is so huge that we were allowed by Mr. Elwood to take this tiny room for ourselves. He is always so kind to me. I don't know why, but I think I'm his favorite or something. I sometimes think of him as my dad. I know he isn't, though.

"I'm kind of stuck with this statue; I just don't know what I want her facial expression to be. What do you think I should do?" I asked Stacey. She looked up from her lyrics notebook. "Hm, maybe a crying face?" She replied and looked back at her notebook.

"Yeah, maybe." The corner of my mouth turned up. While I was working on the face, Stacey started to play random chords. I wish I could play guitar. She tried to teach me some chords, but I'm not good at it at all. I always wanted to play the piano. I'm hoping to do so one day.

*a few hours passed

"Yes! I finally finished the chorus for my song!" Stacey bragged as she raised her hands in the air. "I'm happy for you! I wish I could say the same about my statue." I admitted with disappointment. I went to the sink and washed my hands of the dirt.

"Why are you so hard on yourself? It has only been a week since you started, and some very terrible things have happened to you. You are not focused enough, but that's okay, you have a lot of time!" Stacey claimed. She always pushes me forward, even when I'm giving up. I don't know what I'd do without her encouraging words.

"Oh, look at the time! We missed our dinner." I pointed it out as I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. "Don't worry, bestie, I took something out of the kitchen when no one was there in the morning," Stacey revealed with guilt written across her face.

"So, that's why I couldn't find you, you little thief!" I laughed while I gently punched her in the arm. "I'm not a thief you-" she instantly paused. "What? Say it!" I demanded, and then we both ended up on the ground playfully fighting.

"Okay, that's enough; let's go to our room. I'm hungry," I told Stacey while touching my belly from hunger. "So, now you want my stolen food, huh?" Her eyebrows raised. "Don't be so huffy; let's go!" I grabbed her by the hand and walked to the door.

We locked our studio and stealthily got back inside our room. After that, we ate the stolen food. I was pretty hungry, so I couldn't refuse it. I've never done something like this. Even though Stacey stole it. I felt a bit guilty.

"C'mon, it's only food. Don't act like you committed a murder," Stacey mumbled with a full mouth. "What? I'm not making anything out of this." I took one fried chicken from the table, "See? I'm going to eat it." and put it inside my mouth.

We were pretty worn out after this long and weird day. We lay down in our beds, but I couldn't fall asleep. Many thoughts flooded my mind. For instance, my future. Will I have my own family and husband after I leave? What about my hobby? Will I give up on statuary? And who is my stalker?

Many questions, but still no answers.