Talia's pov

"I've never felt more embarrassed. I should've never asked her that. Now she'll think I'm nosy." I mumbled on my way to my room. I shut the door and opened my suitcase to find my phone. "Uggh shit, where is the freaking phone?" I dug through my whole suitcase.

I just needed to hear Stacey's voice and for her to tell me that everything was going to be okay.

How am I supposed to live with her if I can't even talk to her? I know it's only been a few hours, but if you don't make a good first impression on someone, you're never going to change it back. I've already made things awkward.

"Oh god!" I felt something sharp cut through my palm. I looked at my hand, and so much blood was flowing from it.

"That damn knife-" I took it out of the suitcase and folded it back. It somehow opened, and I forgot I had it in there. Stacey's presents are dangerous for someone like me.

"Can it get any worse?" Blood was streaming out of my hand, and I didn't know what to do.

"Should I call her? Wait - no I can't. I'm too embarrassed to face her." I took a random sock from my suitcase and wrapped it around my hand.

"I can take care of myself. It's nothing serious-" The sock couldn't stop my hand from bleeding. The blood was all over the carpet, and my head started to spin.

"Why am I bleeding so much? It was only a small cut." I said in worry. I tried to hold the wound with my other hand, but even more, blood was coming out.

My door suddenly flew across my room. Every piece of it crumbled to the ground, and there was nothing left of it. Entirely unusable. Darcia stood between the doorframe. I almost didn't recognize her. Her big crimson red eyes were looking deeply into mine.

My body had frozen, and it felt like time had stopped for a moment. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. For a short moment, I thought I was dreaming. Dreaming a long-lasting nightmare. It's not the first time I've dreamed about demons. I think they live inside my mind, and I can't shake them out of it.

Until she pushed me against the wall, I believed this was not a reality. Something like this doesn't happen in real life.

Her eyes darkened, and her whole complexion changed. I felt like this was her true face. Like she pulled the mask away. Something about her didn't sit right with me. This house, my sudden adoption, and now her unbelievable action.

One thing was still bothering me. The feeling I felt when she got close to me. It was almost like I had sensed her presence long ago. So familiar, yet so distant. I couldn't remember when I felt this way.

I knew I had to do something, but my body wouldn't allow it. So I just stood there looking at her. I should have known this would turn out badly. Nothing good happens to me. I even, for a slight moment, thought I would make this work.

Maybe somewhere deep inside me, I felt a bit happy that I got adopted. This tiny feeling, however, was destroyed at this very moment.

"Please- don't hurt me!!" I screamed at her, but her facial expression remained the same. There were no thoughts behind those eyes.

I had no idea what would happen next. Is she going to stab me? Or tear me apart and then eat me? What kind of lunatic is she?

I couldn't even react; her teeth instantly dug into my neck. She held me so tight against the wall that I couldn't even breathe. My head was telling me to try to push her away.

But the way she pushed me and threw the whole fucking door off the hinges, I just knew I didn't stand the slightest chance against her.

The sign of relief came after a few minutes, and then I felt nothing.

No pain. No fear, just nothing.

I don't know why, but I thought about what Stacey said to me. Maybe this was meant to be from the beginning. I think she was right. This is my fate. Happiness never comes around me.

*A few hours have passed

"Ouch," I squeaked. Still, with closed eyes, I accidentally squeezed my hand.

With my other hand, I rubbed my eyes and halfway opened them. Everything looked so dark and blurry. I felt something heavy next to me, so I properly opened my eyes and saw her.

"Well great, I ended up in hell," I assumed. "You all could've at least tortured me in a different way." I rolled my eyes.

Suddenly she giggled, touched my hand, and gently squeezed it. A short second passed, and I doubted my death. Her hand felt cold and too real.

The shock I had when I realized I'm not in fact dead and this is not hell. I immediately moved as far as I could from her. My vision was still blurry, and I felt a bit weak. Not to mention how badly my hand hurts.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" She asked, trying to lean closer to me. I flinched so hard that my hands started to shake.

She stopped moving forward and leaned back. I felt how she was staring at me, but I kept my eyes shut.

"It's your fault. If you didn't slit your palm, I wouldn't be so aggressive with you." She was still looking at me.

So it's my fault that she's a freaking monster that sucks people's blood?

"I didn't plan to attack you so soon. I wanted to do it in a few days, but you didn't give me a choice, you know."

She stood up and walked to the other side of the bed to get closer to me. I had nowhere to hide or go. She was standing in front of me. I thought she was about to do it again, but I felt something hard inside my sock, and a plan for a second chance to survive came to mind.

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I pulled the pocket knife out of my sock and stretched out closer to her. I looked deeply into her eyes and stabbed her in the stomach. I didn't even hesitate for one second.

Back then, when she tore my door out, I took the knife in my hand and somehow put it inside the sock. I don't even remember when I did that. It was probably the instincts.

I pulled the knife out of her, but she remained still. No reaction, just a smile on her face. I wanted to stab her for the second time, but she immediately grabbed my hand, and with all of her weight, she ended up almost laying on me.

Our faces were so close to each other that our noses almost touched. I slowly breathed in and out. I couldn't get away from her red eyes as they searched for mine. I didn't want to look at her, but I had no choice.

She looked at my neck and licked her lips. I never felt more grossed in my life. A freak who likes human blood. How awful is her life that she needs to do that?

"Please- don't." I briefly said.

She then took the knife out of my hand while still maintaining eye contact. Her eyes suddenly turned black, and I couldn't comprehend how.

In a blink of an eye, she vanished, leaving no trace behind. I looked around, but she wasn't nearby. Why did she change her mind? She could've killed me if she wanted to. I'm no threat to her.

"I feel so helpless right now. I- don't understand anything." I shuttered.

I lay down and wrapped my arms around my body. Tears were running down my cheeks, and all I wanted to do was go back to Stacey. To be in my old bedroom and to get away from this monster.

I somehow fell asleep. Maybe from the crying or because I wanted to escape reality. When I woke up, it was already the next day. Sunlight was coming through the window, and it almost felt like I was in a different house.

I stretched my arms in the air and sat down. It almost looked like no one was home. Only me. So many things were laying around that I couldn't see yesterday. Her room was so much bigger but messier.

I noticed she had many sketches on the table. I got up and carefully got close to it. I couldn't tell if she was here or not, but I assumed she was. Why would she leave me here alone?

Numerous papers were laying there. I picked a few of them to have a better look at. I was surprised when I realized that she can draw too. I couldn't believe my eyes at how great those sketches looked. Her work with a pencil is incredible. I tried to draw so many times, but I could never be on her level. "Does this freak have no flaws?" I mumbled.

I put all the papers back when I noticed something between the other ones. I tried to look at it, but I saw in the corner of my eye a dark shadow. Shivers ran through my whole body. I dropped the sketches out of my hand and ran to the corner of the room. She was standing there for, I don't know how long, just observing me.

"You must feel so much better if you're already exploring this "freak" room," Darcia hinted in a low voice.

I said nothing in return. I just hoped she'd not attack me again. She sounded offended because I called her a freak as if she hadn't sucked my blood out of me.

I took a step back to be as far away from her as possible. I felt the anger in her voice. I thought she would stay away from me, but I was wrong. Very wrong.

"Hahaha, why so afraid?" Darcia asked. With her graceful walk, she walked up to me with her chin up.

My back touched the wall, and she was only a few inches from me. "I-I'm not afraid of you." I stuttered.

She slammed her hand next to my head. "Oh, really? She chuckled, "Well, your heartbeat says otherwise."

I flinched and tried to look away. "My- heartbeat?" I quickly answered.

"Yes, sweetheart, your heart is racing," Darcia provoked, and gently went through my hair with her fingers.

"Maybe next time you should be careful with your words or I'm not going to be as nice to you as I'm now," she whispered into my ear.

My heart shakes every time our eyes meet. I never felt more in danger than I am now. She could kill me anytime she wants. I don't even know how much time I have left on this earth.

She teleported to the couch, and I was left with a shock on my face. I cannot comprehend how that is possible. I am sure she's not a witch. So how's she able to do that? Her super strength and her fast movement.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," she guessed with a smile on her face. "First, your adoption is real. Second, to make my existence more clear, I'm not a human."

With folded hands, I was looking out of the window. Trying to process everything.

"I'm sure you already figured out what I am," she cackled.

"I cannot believe that - it doesn't exist in real life," I responded, still looking out of the window.

It only exists in books or movies, but believe vampires exist in real life? Impossible...

She got up and looked at me. "Should I remind you how you stabbed me and I didn't die?"

I felt shivers run through my whole body again. I was out of words.

Darcia's pov

I'm not going to lie, but her stabbing me impressed me. It was such an unexpected move from her. Maybe I underestimated her. She would be in serious trouble if I was weak and didn't feed for long. She cannot know I can get weak. Some things are better left hidden.

After that, I left her alone so she could calm down. I went to her room and looked through her things to see if she had any other dangerous tools. No knife can hurt me. She will only hurt herself, and I don't want that.

For the rest of the night, I was listening to music downstairs. I wanted to clear my head and think about everything properly.

When morning came, I heard footsteps, so I went to check on her. I was in front of the door when I heard her mumble. To hear her say the word freak made me kind of angry.

I did not choose to be like this in the first place. She doesn't have any clue how hard my life was before I came here. So, for her to call me a freak made me angry enough to almost kill her.

I waited a few seconds before I entered the room. She was looking through my sketches. She didn't even notice me standing there. She looked genuinely interested in my sketches. Almost as if she liked them.

When she noticed me and dropped everything on the ground, I heard how her heartbeat and breathing rapidly changed. The way she looked at me made me thirsty again, but I knew I needed to wait a few days before I fed again. She had lost too much blood already.

After I told her I'm not human, her whole facial expression changed into pure confusion. I couldn't utter the word "vampire" in front of a human. It felt too wrong for me.

And of course, she couldn't believe I'm a vampire. For her vampire existence is only in tales, but I'm real. I'm not an imagination. So, I kindly reminded her how she stabbed me so she could regain her memories of last night.

She became quiet, and I could feel how she trembled. I think she thought I was some kind of serial killer. What is in her head worse? A vampire or a serial killer?

I stood up and walked back to her again. Only a few inches separated us.

"Are you planning to kill me?" Her lips were trembling as she asked me that. I took her face to my hand, "I'm not sure yet." I softly answered.

Her eyes started to look glossy, and it somehow made me pull her closer to me. I like to make humans scared.

"If you behave well, nothing bad will happen to you; if you behave like you did yesterday. Well, you know what will happen then," I declared, still holding her face in my hand. "Am I clear?" As soon as she nodded, I let go of her face.

"I decided you should stay in my room so I could have you more on my eyes." I sat back on the couch and crossed my legs.

"You didn't eat yesterday. So tell me, what do you want to eat for breakfast?" I asked with raised brows.

She was quiet, as if she couldn't decide whether to believe me or think this is another trick.

But no food in her system equals bad blood.