"More." I opened my eyes gingerly, groaning when I saw the mess Zachary had left on the floor. Blood is not something that can be easily cleaned and I know pretty much everything that has to do with blood, it being my source of nourishment. "More," Zachary rasped. His teeth were deep inside the neck of a girl whom I abducted because I heard her insult my sense of fashion. Call me shallow but to a celebrity like me, my sense of fashion is my god. Zachary looked up to me and said, "I want more. Please. My throat is burning." It's funny how he could still look adorable sitting on a puddle of blood. I guess this is how my creators felt when they first created me. "You're insatiable. Control it." "No, more. I want more." I snatched the body away from him to which he whined like a spoiled child. "You have to control your hunger, Zach. Those hunters are thorough. If they see you staring at people's neck, they kill you." "I will, Sierra, but please. Just this once." Being a parent sucks. Groaning, I stood and opened the door to the closet. Zach immediately ran towards the first body he saw but I managed to stop him with my hand. "One. Only one body. Choose carefully." He looked genuinely confused so I added, "Close your eyes and smell the blood. Every blood type smells different. They taste different. One is more satisfying for one's hunger than the others. Choose carefully." Before I can finish talking he had grabbed my ex-boyfriend and sank his teeth into his neck. I laughed. "O negative. Good choice."
No hybrids are immortal, whether they be vampire hybrid or witch hybrid. Somehow the immortality of pure vampires manage to skip their next generation. Hybrids still live for a long time but never immortal. Eventually they die. I was created like this with exactly the same height, looks and weight. I've never changed for five years. We don't know what happens to pure hybrids after a couple or so centuries. Probably we age like humans. Probably we're immortal. Probably we have the same lifespan of other hybrids. This uncertainty is the one thing that makes me live by the motto: 'Live while you can', which, in my dictionary, means drink blood, kill people who annoy the hell out of me, and have fun. That motto brought me here in a hunter's backyard with my unholy, title-less creation. Zachary fidgeted next to me nervously as he said, "Do I have to kill him?" I slapped the back of his head. "Ask smart questions." He coughed. "I'm sorry. It's just that I don't know if I can kill anyone." "You're a vampire... hybrid. Whatever you are. Of course you can." "But how?" I slapped his head again. "As I said, ask smart questions." "But..." Wow, maybe I slapped him way too hard. I sighed. "Don't think about how you kill him. Think about his blood and how it will trickle down your throat. Just listen to your thirst." He did. Too unnaturally fast, in fact. Before I knew it he had broken the kitchen's window, jumped in effortlessly and began searching the whole house. Thirty seconds later he came back with blood dripping from the tip of his lips. "Congratulations," I said, scooping some of the blood from his lips and putting it in my mouth. "O negative again." Unexpectedly he blushed. "I find it really... satisfying." "Of course you do, Zach. You're my creation. You like what I like." "You mean you can read my mind?" As if foreseeing it, he managed to dodge my slap by ducking down. I laughed before scoring another slap, this time on his back. "Let's go celebrate your first kill. Ever been to Isadora?" His brown eyes glazed. "You mean the nightclub where all celebrities congregate?" "Have you ever been there?" He shook his head. I smiled. "I can get you in and so much more. But with one condition." "What condition?" "Vow to me that your life is mine to keep and control. Promise me that you'd do anything I tell you to do and swear to me that you'll stay by my side until the end of time."
The club was vibrant when the bouncer ushered me in. Loud music filled my ears, almost deafening. I made my way to the bar through the drunken crowd who occasionally tried to stop me for a simple conversation or a song suggestion. I just gave them a glare and walked away. A hand patted my shoulder as I sat down on the bar stool. I sighed. "What do you want, Caleb?" A man with dark hair took a seat near mine. He ordered two drinks and said to me, "You're in a bad mood." "Thank you, Captain Obvious." Caleb didn't laugh. He was never known for laughing, something his creator ordered him to do. "What happened?" "Nothing. Nothing happened." "Something did happen or you wouldn't be reckless enough to have blood on your wrist." Wiping my wrist with my black dress, I sipped the drink the bartender gave me. Caleb took my hand and turned the stool I sat on so I was facing him. "Sierra, you know you can trust me." I stared at his eyes. Blue and smouldering. I shivered. "I bit someone and turned him." Caleb froze. Then he whispered really lowly, "Why?" "I'm lonely, okay, Caleb? My father died. My mother is in one of her long depressing mood again because we found the hunters that killed her creators. My ex broke up with me, even though he's dead now, and my best friend - you - is never available." His hand tightened around my hand, which would have been painful if he were a vampire hybrid instead of a witch hybrid. Hesitantly, he hugged me briefly. "I'm very sorry, Sierra. It's just that -" "Your creator still hates me. I know. How many times do I have to tell them that I didn't kill your grandfather on purpose?" Ignoring my question, Caleb asked, "But why did you turn a human?" "Because I need a friend. And because they all hate me, I instead created a servant." "Did he die?" "No." "Then why are you so mad?' It took me awhile to answer. Caleb waited patiently before he said, "What happened?" "It turns out he's a hunter. And he tried to kill me."
Caleb Bradford had been my best friend ever since I was first created. Being three years older than me therefore more experienced, he taught me many things that my creators didn't such as the benefits of friends and the truths of life. We went to the same high school, listened to the same music genres and liked the same blood type. We had so many things in common yet so many differences. He's overcautious while I'm reckless. He's quiet while I'm loud. His sense of humour includes jokes with his creators while mine includes sarcastic counterattacks that are leaning towards mean than funny. But those differences bring us closer and closer, which happen to also mean spending nights together and occasional kisses here and there. Many people think that we're hopelessly in love when in fact we're just trying to piss off our creators by - quote - dating each other - unquote. Caleb reads me like an open book and I him. He knows exactly the things that make me laugh and the things that make me forget. Which is why few hours later we ended up in his bed. "I'm so glad that we're going to end up together," I said, still with my head on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. Knowing Caleb, I knew that he would've laughed if his creator hadn't told him not to. "Hmm? Why is that?" he asked. "Because you're bloody hot and I want our creations to be bloody hot." His chest shook with his silent laugh. "Well, I assure you that our creations will not just be bloody hot. They'll also be bloody strong and bloody cheeky." I chuckled. "You're calling me cheeky?" His chest shook again. He wrapped his hands around me. "I like this friends with benefits relationship." "You're of the male kingdom. Of course you like pure carnal lust relationship." "You make me sound so evil, Sierra." "Anything for you, Caleb. Anything for you." There were no words spoken as we basked in each other's company. I felt his finger trailing my neckline towards the flesh where my neck and my shoulder meet. Closing my eyes, I let him sink his teeth in my neck, letting the memories of what happened the night Zachary tried to kill me flood into his head. I let him feel my shock when Zach denied my offer and my rage when I dodged the dagger he had hidden in his hand. As my blood started trickling down his throat and gave him a taste of a pure hybrid's power, I sensed his nonchalance when he watched the memory of me slamming my creation onto the ground and asking him questions of why he betrayed me. Then Caleb froze. I let out the breath I had been holding to say, "I turned a witch, Caleb. I turned a damned pure witch into a bloody vampire." "No, that's not possible -" "It's possible, okay, Caleb? It's freaking possible. I had broken the freaking ultimate rule by turning a witch into a vampire and now they're all going to hunt all hybrids and kill us." As if on cue, I heard a hissing sound outside Caleb's house. Then it exploded.
Scorching fire surrounded us everywhere when I opened my eyes. I jerked up, grabbing the last remaining blanket to cover my naked body. Looking around I could see Caleb standing near the window of his room, chanting spells vigorously to control the fire that started to consume both of us. "Caleb!" He broke off his trance and turned to me. "Get out, Sierra. Get out now!" "I'm not leaving you here!" I yelled back. Making my way to his side, I began singing a spell of the water, only to realise that there was no water as far as I could see. "I need water." Caleb didn't answer. When I stared at him I realised that he was already caught up in his trance again. I tried to break it until I saw the blood that dripped from the tip of his lip. My blood. Putting my hand on my neck, I felt the wounds from his teeth closing steadily. So instead I bit my wrist. Blood began flowing madly but I soon controlled it. My song made a barrier of blood around me and Caleb, robbing me of consciousness. "Stop it! Sierra, stop!" I tumbled down, somehow still managing to sing. Caleb put his hand around me, shaking me crazily. "You'll kill yourself! Please, Sierra, don't do this." "Get us out," I whispered. "The barrier will follow your movement. Get us out now before I faint." "The window -" "Not to the front yard. They're waiting there." He nodded and lifted me in his hands. As if I don't weigh a thing, he ran towards the door and out in the hallway. He jumped down the stairs, dodged a piece of wood that almost fell onto us and to the kitchen where the back door was blocked with woods. "Damn it!" he yelled. "Damn it!" "Use earth," I mumbled. "I'm not a vampire hybrid!" "You drank my blood. You can." He shut his eyes tight as he murmured words in Latin and Gaelic. The woods started to tremble and moments later I felt myself breathing fresh air. "We're out," he breathed. "We're out." I nodded weakly, letting my blood fall onto the grass. Caleb put me down on what felt like a sturdy tree branch. "Are you okay?" "Should've drank my blood back." Caleb smiled and hugged me tightly. For a while I felt safe and secure and for a while I believed that I would make it out of all this alive. Until I felt an arrow lodged in my back. "You're right. You should have." I fainted.