Darcia's pov

Her eyes widened when she saw her room. "I mean, no wonder her room back there looked disgusting," I said to myself. I was sitting on the couch and checking to see if Nicoli had replied to my email.

With anger, I shut down my laptop. "You are such a pain in the ass." It's been a month since he last replied to my email. I hope he's on his way back here. I can't wait to see his reaction to my accomplishment. Every vampire would envy me. Having a human inside your home against their will. Owning them is a privilege for ordinary vampires. My father would be proud of me if he knew about this. He owns a lot of humans who are slaves to our family.

I snapped out of my thoughts, "I should check on her." I tossed my laptop on the couch and went downstairs. I slowly opened the door and looked around. No movement, but I still heard her heart beating. I walked inside and headed towards the bathroom to check if she was there.

I immediately stopped moving when I saw her standing in front of the bathtub, looking straight ahead into nowhere. She closed the tap. The bathtub was almost full. She unzipped her jeans, slowly pulled them down, and threw them on the ground. The same thing with her underwear.

Even though the door was partially closed, I still saw enough of her. She created a messy bun by running her fingers through her hair a few times. She then took off her hoodie and bra.

"Ahh, interesting," I murmured as I leaned up against the wall with my hands crossed. Something inside me was telling me I should observe every inch of her body.

A long sigh came from her as she leaned over the edge of the bathtub. I heard how her breathing changed. She slowly inhaled and exhaled a few times.

My throat began to burn, and my desire for blood grew stronger by the second. My mind was telling me I should taste her right now. Just a little bit directly from her neck. I froze, but my feet wanted to go forward.

"Oh fuck." At the speed of light, I went to my room and locked the door, "It's not the right time. I need to wait just a bit longer." I placed my hands on the wall and rested my head against it.

Talia's pov

I waited until the water reached the top of the bathtub. I dip my fingers in to see if the water is at the right temperature. "Perfect."

"There is nothing better than relaxing in hot water," I applied my body shower gel and rubbed it gently on my skin. Mousse started to create immediately.

I put my palm to my nose, "It smells so nice." I slipped down until my face was on the water's surface.

I thought I should take a bath to reveal my stress. I've been through so much these past few weeks. I can't believe I'm enjoying my time here. It's been barely two hours, and I don't hate it here. I wish Stacey was here too. She would be fascinated by this place.

One thing is clear here. Darcia is secretive. She adopted me the same day she looked at my file. She didn't even want to see me in real life? So many things don't add up.

She only said a few words to me, so that means we both don't like talking to new people. Maybe we can relate to each other and somehow make this work?

"What am I thinking?" I shook my head. "She could never be my family." I slowly got up and wrapped myself in a towel.

I looked at the clock on my nightstand. "It's almost lunchtime. I wonder if she's skilled at cooking too." I giggled. She is somehow too perfect. Suspiciously perfect.

I opened my suitcase to find some comfy clothes to wear. The weather got rapidly worse. Thunder rumbled every few seconds. The good thing is I love rain and storms, and I'm not scared of them; otherwise, this would be a problem. I need to sleep today. My under eyes are so dark that even makeup doesn't cover them.

"Maybe a sweater?" I hold the sweater in my hands for a few seconds, "Yup, sweater." It's special because it's Stacey's.

I toss my towel on the ground, put on new underwear, and then a sweater. "It almost looks like a dress on me. Maybe I should just wear a sweater with high socks." I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Stacey's size doesn't match mine for sure." I giggled. The thought of her made me upset. I hope Darcia will allow her to visit me next year. Calling each other isn't enough.

"I should call her tonight. I have so many things to tell her." I sat down on the bed to put my socks on, then got up and walked to the door.

I was ready to open it when a thought entered my mind, "Should I go ask her where's the kitchen? I'm sure I'll get lost on my own." I peeked out of the door.

"Okay, let's go," I assured myself after a few seconds of staring at the stairs. I walked up and ended up in a very long hall. There was only one door at the end of the hall. Everything is made out of dark wood, so everything looked dark. I carefully walked straight ahead. I only heard the sound of the creaking floor.

"I should knock, right?" I thought to myself, and then I knocked. A door opened immediately. "Yes, sweetheart?" Darcia asked, leaning against the doorframe, smiling at me.

I quickly took a step back. "I-I don't want to disturb you, but I was just wondering where is the kitchen?" I nervously laughed with a confused face. She raised a brow and stared deeply into my eyes. "Come." She quietly said, I followed her downstairs. Her long, pitch-black hair was directly in front of my eyes. Even the way she walks looks elegant.

We ended up on the first floor. She looked at me, "I'll show you around tomorrow. The second door on the right is the kitchen." She pointed her finger at the door. "Ohh, okay. Got it." I answered.

She chuckled, "Well, are you hungry?"

"Little bit." I smiled at her. We went to the kitchen, and everything looked luxurious. Everything was made out of dark wood. I couldn't even imagine how expensive it was. "The kitchen looks amazing," I admitted it out loud.

"Thanks, I designed it myself," Darcia replied. I took a seat at the table. I glanced at her, wondering what she was doing, but she was too far away from me near the kitchen counter. There were no men's clothes around. I wanted to ask her about it, but I don't want to sound intrusive. "Can I ask you something?" She was still facing back at me, "Yeah?" Darcia answered.

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"Uhh- do you live here alone?" I leaned on my hand, looking at her. Darcia placed the pizza in front of me and sat opposite me, grinning as if I had asked something weird. "Haha, no, I don't." She smirked at me.

"So, you have a partner?" I raised my brows, "I- was just wondering..." and then looked down at the plate.

"No, only you live with me," she stated as she put her ankle on her knee, grinning at me. I repeatedly blinked, "Oh, sorry." I tried to eat the pizza as quickly as possible. She folded her hands, staring at me. "Are you bothered by it?" she asked.

"Why should I be bothered about your relationships?" I declared and looked back at my plate, as I was getting nervous from her questions.

"No, I meant if you're bothered because we're here alone," she said and quickly looked away.

"Uhm, no I'm fine," I answered. The confusion grew bigger.

Darcia's pov

I heard her footsteps getting closer to my room. Immediately, I rushed to the door and grabbed the handle. It took her a moment to decide what to do next, so she stood outside the door for a few seconds and then quietly knocked on the door. I immediately opened them. The shock on her face was pretty funny.

She only had a sweater on, but in my mind, I only saw her naked. The image in my head was difficult to shake off.

I could tell how my presence made her feel. I sensed every emotion inside her body. I am able to do this because of my great vampire power.

I couldn't let her go downstairs alone. My other rooms are messy, with dried blood everywhere. Sometimes I need to finish my food at home. Some of them didn't make it home alive. I only killed older people because they were dying anyway, and why should good blood be wasted?

The day before, I ordered pizza for her. I heard humans like this weird triangle thing. Her blood wouldn't taste the same if she didn't eat properly, and as her new mother, I should provide her with everything she needs, right? Everything that benefits me.

She doesn't know anything about me. She asked me my name, so I'm certain Mr. Elwood didn't mention my "husband," who is away on a business trip.

Why should I be obligated to have a husband? Until now, I lived my whole life without a man, so why should I have one now? I don't understand humans at all. Men are the most annoying thing in the entire universe. Even Nicoli is a pain in the ass. There's nothing pretty or pleasant about them.

The less she knows, the better. She'll find out the truth about me soon, but she could never escape this place or me. My hearing and senses are impeccable. Even the noise of the mouse running around alarms me.

I'm not sure how long I will keep her. It could be a week, five years, or I could just kick her out tomorrow. It's easy for me to get bored with my food, but I think she's a bit different. There is something unusual about her. Something my eyes cannot simply look away from.

As soon as she finished her food, she thanked me and hurried to her room. The entire time she sat across from me, she avoided eye contact. Making her feel embarrassed is so entertaining.

I returned to my room and opened my laptop. "A new message from Nicoli?" I opened the message.

"Hello, love. I apologize for my late reply. I hope you're doing well without me. I hope you didn't cause any trouble. Expect my presence at your doorstep soon."- Nicoli

Me and trouble?" I loudly laughed, "I only cause trouble."

"Don't worry, everything's fine, and please stop calling me love, you creep," I replied.

Nicoli, who considers himself to be my "big brother," is older than me and constantly lectures me about how to be cautious and to feed secretly, as if he's some sort of angel. His cruelty is beyond my understanding. I am not a newborn vampire who is ignorant of how the human world functions. I've always been careful. People might think of me as weird, but no one ever saw me when I was feeding. Everything I know, I learned from Nicoli. How to hunt, enjoy their pain, screams, and how to kill.

I closed the laptop, thinking, "He said soon, so that means in a few weeks when it comes to him." I got up from the couch and walked to the window. The dark sky was lit up by lightning. Everything around looked lifeless; only the sky looked alive.

When I opened the window, I felt the cold wind blowing through my hair. A strange feeling spread throughout my whole body.

I slowly turned my head to the door. My nostrils flared.

"Blood."

I ran through the door, almost flying down the stairs. Everything leads to her room. The smell of her blood is so strong that I feel every vein in my eyeball harden. I kicked her door out. Only small pieces were left of it.

I walked inside. She was sitting on the floor with blood surrounding her. My throat burned like never before. Every part of my body was ready to attack her.

She stood up with blood running down her arm, "Darcia!" terror overtook her face. She slowly started to move back to the wall.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time," I confessed with a huge smile on my face. I stepped an inch forward. She had nowhere to escape from me. She noticed my red eyes and monstrous face. As her whole body trembled, her breathing became unbelievably rapid. "Please don't hurt me!" Talia shouted as her eyes were getting glossy.

I leaned closer and closer to her face. Our eyes met for a short second. Only the sound of dripping blood was heard. Her pupils got smaller, and her eyes widened.

I slammed her against the wall. With one hand, I held her head in place and wrapped my lips around her outstretched neck as my fangs broke into her skin. Her blood flowed through my entire body. It was impossible for me to stop. My body ached for the last drop of her blood. I never felt such lust. Maybe because she is a woman and it's been such a long time since I fed on one.

I felt some pressure on my arms. All of her strength went into pushing me away as if she were able to do so.

"Ahh." I sighed in pleasure, enjoying her neck. While holding her in place, I wrapped my other hand around her waist. For some reason, my hand went under her sweater. Her skin felt so soft, it made me even thirstier.

I felt her hands give up on pushing me. I pulled my fangs from her neck, then raised her hand and licked the dripping blood on her palm because blood can't go to waste.

I looked at her, and the color drained out of her face. Slowly, her eyes closed, and her breathing slowed down.

"I should probably stop for today. I want more of your blood, so don't die." I whispered as I carefully took her into my arms and carried her into my room. I put her on my bed and searched for something to wrap her wound around. Since I just fed, I could easily look at and smell her blood.

I planned to attack her within a few days, but she accelerated the process. I was right about her blood. It has a unique taste. I had never tested someone like her before.

I always like to play with my food before I suck their blood, but she didn't give me a choice. Well, it's not like I didn't want it to happen sooner.

I found an old shirt and wrapped it around her palm. "Why is your temperature getting lower? Oh my, humans are so complicated." I dragged some old blanket over her.

After a few minutes, she fell asleep. She looked so peaceful. I sat next to her to observe her. I forgot that humans can sleep. I wonder what it's like to fall into a different dimension and not worry about anything. She's sleeping peacefully, but when she wakes up, she'll only feel anger and fear.

There was a brief moment when I thought I would kill her. As soon as I saw her face, something inside me changed. Something was telling me I shouldn't do it. I had been craving her blood all these weeks, and the waiting made me even more starved. Why didn't I lose control of her? She's nothing to me. Why should I keep her alive? Her blood might be unique, but there's no other reason to why I should keep her alive.

A few hours passed, she started to wake up. She touched her wounded hand and sighed in pain. A few seconds passed before she realized I was sitting next to her.

It was only after our eyes met that she realized what had happened a few hours earlier and what I had done to her.