A new story! Hope you guys enjoy! --------------------------------------------------- Prologue She gazed out the sunroof with a sigh, watching the clouds travel through the sky at a slow pace. The girl was lying in a luxurious canopy bed, the satin covers easily slipping off her as she sat up. The room (as well as the manor) was decorated expensively, adorned with original paintings on every wall, crystal light fixtures, sculptures and plants in the corners, vintage furnitures that came from faraway lands, and a multitude of tables. Tables stocked with the finest red wine anyone could buy. Despite that, the half empty bottles were carelessly tossed around, some even shattered on the floor; a result of the girl's rage the night before. But she didn't care. She glanced at the mirror taking up the whole wall in front of her, studying her perfect features. She had a naturally slim physique, long onyx hair that tumbled down her shoulders, an exotic olive-toned complexion, deep brown eyes that were a shade away from black, and her lips? They were always the subject for discussion with others; people compared them to the Grecian masterpieces she owned. At the thought of her lips, she parted them lightly, revealing a set of ultra-white teeth, and two sharp fangs, capable of ripping anyone to pieces. "Alessa…" She turned to the man who said her name. He was laying next to her, sleeping soundly, not at all stirred by the warm rays of sunlight on his bare chest. His voice was thick with an Italian accent, probably having lived there for his whole life. "Christian…" Alessa reached over, caressing his face. His blue eyes opened, glistening in the sunlight. Christian was surprised that Alessa was still there, let alone she actually existed. He thought she was absolutely perfect. Alessa, however, didn't care about Christian at all. He was only another one of the humans she tore through, easily wiping them from existence. She was past her everlasting thirst; now she killed because it was an entertainment, a game to her. Alessa found no enjoyment besides that, really. Alessa wordlessly leaned over him, her fangs aching as she neared his throat. Her hypersensitive ears could hear his pulse accelerate, and she smirked at this, inwardly scoffing at the effect she had on others. She brushed her lips across his skin, before quietly baring her fangs, and sinking them into his neck. A gasp escaped Christian, but he was already growing weak with each passing second, Alessa draining the life out of him. Even after his heart stopped, Alessa kept drinking until there was nothing left, savoring the taste of blood in her mouth as she let his body drop. She felt not one shred of remorse for the life she just ended. "Master A-Alessa?" The door creaked open, and a timid girl clad in a maid's uniform walked into the room, paling at the sight of a corpse in Alessa's bed. She gulped, attempting to compose herself. "Your father r-requires your presence in his s-study." she stammered, her nervous blue eyes fixed on the ground. Alessa smirked at her timidness, deliberately standing with exaggerated slowness, and wiping the blood from her mouth at the last moment. "Thank you, Daniela." Daniela had every right to be scared; for some reason, the Amadores had wanted their servant to be human… the logic behind it made no sense to Daniela, but that didn't matter. She was only a fragile, and very disposable pawn in whatever plans Georgio Amadore had for the family. The whole clan. Alessa brushed past Daniela, and made her way down the long hallway. The pictures that lined the walls were portraits of every Amadore that ever lived. They were the most powerful coven of vampires ever to exist, all because of their strong ties in the blood trade. Georgio was smart. He gave his skillful legion of nocturnal beings the tasks of raiding blood banks, hospitals, any place that had the precious substance. And instead of keeping it all to himself, he sold it. With the human population becoming more aware of the existence of vampires, blood was harder to come by. Selling it was an ingenious thing to do. In the first year alone, he made millions. Georgio was the most powerful figure in the vampire's society. Not because he was rich, but because others needed him to survive. The fact that the man wanted to see Alessa was surprising to her. He was her father, but he was always busy. Too busy for her, let alone his two other children. It wasn't like they ever voiced complaint, though. The three weren't big on voicing their opinions. Well, maybe Alessa and her brother. Her sister was another story. Alessa reached the large wooden door at the end of the hallway. She grabbed the cold metal doorknob, and froze at an odd sensation. Something felt off to her, like somebody was fading away, much like Christian, (who she had already forgotten about. ) She quickly turned the knob, flinging the heavy door open with ease, and quickly stepped inside the room. The air was still, and Alessa pressed forward to her father's desk. The large office chair was turned to the window, the man hidden from her sight. "Father…?" She lightly grabbed the leather surface of the chair, and spun it towards her. Her eyes widened, and she sharply inhaled, breathing for the first time since she entered the room. Georgio was slumped over in the chair, a wooden stake driven through his chest perfectly. Blood soaked his clothing, dripping onto the floor silently, forming a small pool of crimson. Alessa let out a bloodcurdling scream, the veins in her neck bulging with the effort. Immediately, two of Georgio's guards were in the room, and they tried to keep their countenances blank as they began to pick up Georgio's body. "Father! No!" Alessa reached out, only to be restrained by another hand. She whipped around to see her brother, Camillo. His expression hardened, and he swallowed back tears before speaking. "Let's go, Alessa." Camillo spoke in a quiet, restrained voice. It was obvious he was extremely upset. He made an effort not to show it, for his sister's sake. Tears escaped her eyes, and Alessa didn't wipe them away. Shaking herself from Camillo's grip, she left the room, not bothering to look back. She knew her father was already gone. --------------------------------------------------- Bam. New story. I had this idea floating around ever since December. Vampires? Yes, vampires.
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Finally! Sorry to keep you guys waiting! --------------------------------------------------- I always knew my family was different. When I was a young and very naive girl, I would look up at my elders, constantly questioning the differences. Like how others were drawn to them naturally, and some found them unnerving as well. My father had a powerful, almost arrogant air about himself. Why wouldn't he? The man accomplished what no vampire had ever before. He had any and all things at his disposal. But he was too ambitious, cocky even, when it came to getting what he wanted. And that was exactly what got him killed. Anyway, while we were growing up, my siblings never questioned anything (including the current species of the others in the estate) like good children were supposed to. My childish sister, Caterina, was too involved with primping in front of the mirror. My brother, Camillo, was too busy trying to impress Georgio to actually notice how different he and the others were. He was the heir to everything father had. Or so we thought. The day he died, his will was read in front of us by one of his closest advisors. We all leaned against our chairs, not bothering to sit. Standing just seemed more appropriate for the situation. "… in the unlikely event that I should perish, for any reason, I bequeath all my belongings…" His eyes widened, and he read over the will again, like the words were written in an alien language. Meanwhile, my siblings were getting impatient. They wanted to know how the estate should be split between them. I was the youngest, changed at the age of 19, one year before the age my father set for all of his children. (For some reason, he wanted us all to be twenty when we were turned into one of the undead. Just another unexplained plan Georgio had.) That meant I would hardly get a thing, I'd be lucky to get anything at all. I didn't care about that, though. "Just spit it out, Eligio." Camillo said. "I want to know what we got." Caterina chimed in, sounding quite bored. I remained silent, clenching my hands. The two most selfish and ungrateful people I knew, were then my siblings. They didn't sound like they cared, that their father died not only a few hours before. It was then I felt an intense hatred pierce my heart. And as soon as it appeared, it vanished. I hadn't even noticed everyone in the room staring at me. "What…?" I asked, looking up. Eligio cleared his throat, hurriedly looking back at the will, eager not to make eye contact with anyone. "Alessa Amadore shall receive all of my wealth, the estates under my ownership, my belongings, everything. The staff are to answer to her as Mistress Alessa. She is now the leader of my coven." Camillo was the first to speak. "…there has to be some mistake. She's the youngest. She's the last in line- I-" "That means nothing. It is in the will. It's your father's final word. Respect it." Eligio responded sternly, before turning to me. "Mistress Alessa." He bowed, exactly as he did for father, and left the room. I stood there in shock, processing the whole thing. My father had chosen me, for some unknown reason. Why would he pick the youngest, least experienced child to lead an empire? Caterina started whining about it, before walking to her room. Camillo gave me the dirtiest look ever, and I stepped back. "Mistress Alessa." he spat, storming out. I held back a spiteful response, baring my teeth. They acted as if I committed a huge injustice against them both. I hadn't done anything to make myself an obvious choice to be heir. Which was why Georgio's decision was even more confusing. --------------------------------------------------- Bam. Update. *insert update noise here*