Family History
I sat bolt upright in my bed, and looked out the window, it was almost dawn. It was time to start the day. What? Did you think that vampires only sleep during the day? I mean, they can, but it’s not in the book on how to be a vampire. Yawning I stood up and stretched, my stomach grumbled and I groaned. I was starving. I looked over at my sister, still asleep. “Angie.” I whispered, she didn’t stir. “Angie!” I said louder. She still did not move a muscle. I rolled my eyes and crept over to her bed. Then, without warning, I jumped on her. “Wake up!” I screamed loudly. Her eyes shot open, and she threw me backwards towards the wall, I caught myself mid throw, and landed smoothly. I grinned at her. She glared back at me. My sister had inherited my fathers strength, I had inherited my mother’s ability to fly.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that.” She growled angrily, and stifled out of her bed. I shrugged, “Sorry, sis.” I said, “Anyways, I’m so excited, tomorrow’s the day.” I said happily. She nodded, “It will be great to finally go to school where there are others like us.” She said grinning slightly. I scoffed, “It’ll be great to go to school at all.” Most of us were homeschooled until we could finally go to the Academy. People come from all over the United States to go to the Academy. It was located deep in the Mountains. Far from humans and their nosiness.
“I’m starving.” I said, “Let’s go see if breakfast is ready.” We bounded down the spiral staircase, we lived in a giant mansion, passed down from generation to generation. The average Vampire Life Expectancy is 300 years. My parents were probably 100 years old, although neither of them look a day over 30. They had enjoyed their life for years together, until finally deciding to have a family. I jumped when I saw the statue of my Great-great-great-great Grandfather, Vladimir, at the bottom of stairs. My sister scoffed, “You jump every time.” She said rolling her eyes. I elbowed her, as we entered the kitchen. It smelled of waffles. We drink blood for energy and nutrition, obviously. We eat food, because it tastes good. My mother usually serves food with some type of blood sauce. Today, blood-syrup.
I sat down at the table, where my dad was drinking his morning cup of blood and reading the Midnight Newspaper. Our kind have our own news outlets. The front page read, “Wolf and Undead relations worsen as the bodies of a vampire family found torn to pieces.” My father was reading the newspaper with tinted eyes, and his lips grew thinner by the minute. “Filthy mutts.” He muttered angrily taking a sip out of his mug. “I can’t believe Branson still allows those dogs to attend.” He grumbled, as my mother set the table. I sat down, and loaded my plate, and poured the blood-syrup heartily over my waffles. “I know right?” My sister said, “It’s honestly outrageous.” She said, looking disgusted.
“Well you two just avoid the mutts.” My mother said, as she too sat down. I said nothing, I knew that vampires and wolves had been fighting for centuries. However, what nobody knew was where it all began. My family claimed the werewolves started it, but the wolves claim the vampires started it. I redirected my thoughts back to my plate of food. I scarfed down the waffles and went for more. My sister looked at me disgustedly, she had barely taken two bites. “You eat like a wolf.” She said, irritably. I glared at her and poured more syrup onto my waffles. “Shuddup.” I said, with a mouthful of food.
“Girls, enough.” My mother said warningly. “So, I’ve ordered all your books for school tomorrow.” She said, “They arrived this morning, are you two packed?” She asked, looking up at us. I nodded, “Well, almost.” I said, guiltily. “Better get a move on, champ.” Dad said, ruffling my hair. “I’m all packed.” Angela said, superiorly. My sister was a neat freak, I was a bit disorganized, admittedly so. She always acts as if she’s so much better than I am. Ignoring her, I got up and flew towards the staircase.
“No flying in the house!” My dad yelled, as I soared up stairs, pretending to not hear him. He had made the no flying in the house rule after I had almost knocked over Grandfather Vladimir’s Statue a few months ago. I was a bit shaky in the air, but my mother said that Branson would teach me the art of flying. So there was hope for me yet. I landed, in my room and opened my closet. I got out my suitcase and began throwing all my clothes in it. Not bothering to fold them. My sister entered shortly after, carrying our books, just as I was sitting on my suitcase trying to get it to shut.
“Here, let me help.” She said sitting the books on our desk and with ease, zipped the suitcase. “Thanks, sis.” I said, and stood back up, heaving heavily. I walked over to the desk and looked at the pile of books, 2 copies of each. I read the cover of the first one, “Hunting 101” That must be about prey, how to catch it, and how not to get caught. We never feed on humans, some vampires do, but for the most part, those vampires are shunned. I grinned at the cover photo, the shadow of a vampire, stalking prey, and in the distance a wolf. Carefully observing.
“Dad’s right you know, I really don’t think wolves should be allowed to go our school.” She said, as she peered at the book cover. I shrugged, “They probably say the same thing about us, sis.” I said, plopping down on my bed. She scoffed, yet again, “Yeah, but we’re not the ones who are ripping FAMILIES apart.” She said rolling her eyes. On the contrary, she was wrong, there where many instances on both sides of murder, and heinous crimes. I chose to keep my mouth shut. I didn’t have the energy to argue. “Mom and dad are going hunting in a few, wanna come?” I nodded, “Sure.” I said standing back up.
She handed me my sunglasses. We usually wear sunglasses outside. The sun does hurt our eyes we are rather sensitive to the sun. We wear sunscreen to avoid sunburns, occasionally someone will catch fire if they’ve stayed in the sun for too long. These incidents are rare. We just take the precautions and we’re fine.
We went outside, where my parents were looking hungrily at the forest. We lived on a giant piece of land, our mansion was 8 stories high. The outside of it was rather creepy, the mansion was pitch black. Statues of my Great Uncle William and Great Aunt Vivian were on both sides of the pathway leading up to the house. There were trees and shrubs surrounding our home. The blood fountain was in the front of the house. A human would probably faint from horror at the site of it. I grinned at the thought.
“Alright girls, let’s go.” My farther said, and the four of walked into the forest.
