I can still feel his warm blood dripping all over my legs while he's there on the floor, holding my foot as he tries to regain his strength. He cried for help until his breathing became abnormal. A moment passed; he just stopped breathing after he told me something.
"You're a bitch."
I am.
I reached for his hands and wiped his blood out of them. I licked some of his fingers just to savor the delicious taste of his blood in my mouth again.
What a petty boy! He thought he was going to have some fun tonight. I stepped out of his room and walked straight to the bathroom to get the tub ready for me.
What a life!
I was about to hold the doorknob when someone swiftly grabbed my shoulder and pinned me right through the wall. I groaned a bit because I felt a little pressure from what happened.
"Mom told you already that you should not literally taste your dates," Luke said as he removed some dust from my hair.
"Mom also told you not to gatecrash any of my dates," I sarcastically replied.
"Now, who's going to clean that up?" He looked so problematic while looking at the dead body of the man who was supposed to be my date.
"I don't know," I said as I opened the bathroom door. "Maybe room service."
"The elders told us not to mess up, Adi," Luke warned me.
I pointed at him. "I'm not messing up, this is having fun."
As I closed the door, I heard his loud growl outside. I just laughed about it and tried to focus on cleaning myself up right before dinner.
When I got out of the bathroom, my brother was still there, and it looks like he already cleaned up the mess I made a while ago.
"Bro, do you have OCD?" I teased him, but he looked so serious.
"We need to get back to the mansion," he said in a tone that I hate the most.
What's the matter now?
He guided me until we got downstairs of the hotel building while waiting for the car that's supposed to fetch us. His eyes are fixed on his phone while he looks so agitated and confused about what he's reading, I guess. I can't help but ask.
"Why do you look so serious?" I caught his attention for a second, but he just turned his head to focus on his goddamn phone. Damn it, I'm annoyed!
Finally, the long-awaited car arrived. I got in and sat at the farthest seat from where my brother sat down. He still looked confused, and he's not sharing anything about it.
"You should really think about every action that you took for the last five years we had in this city."
It seems like he sensed that I was trying to kill him by looking at him from behind.
"Why would I think about it?" I said it in a sarcastic tone. "As if someone's going to be brave out there and tell the truth about us."
"Unfortunately," he said, and then turned his head to look at me. "There is."
The serious look in his face made me quite nervous the whole trip back to our mansion. The trip back to our mansion is a two-hour drive; it is outside of the city, and I'm pretty sure we'll arrive there two hours before midnight, where I know the elders will be waiting for us.
As I saw those lights on the window of our Victorian-style mansion, which is still standing firmly after a long century, it just made me shiver again. I only visit this house if I did something bad, and maybe, as I guess, something's going to be so interesting for tonight's happening.
I fixed my hair a little bit before getting out of the car. The moment I stepped out, my cousin, Jamaica, came out of nowhere and just swiftly swung her hand near my face, which made her fingernails put a scratch on my left cheek.
"I got you," she teased as she saw my face.
"Don't be too proud because of what you did," I said and rolled my eyes.
"You're going to face your judgment inside, weirdo," she proudly said, as if I was going to die about it.
"Ooh, I'm scared," I sarcastically replied, and I pouted my lips only to annoy her.
When I heard Luke clear his throat to catch my attention, I followed him until we got inside the mansion. I roamed my eyes around only to notice that the lights seemed much brighter than usual. It was supposed to be dimly lit. The curtains were not bloody red at all; instead, they are beige with a touch of gold in some parts. The carpet was not black, but it is already red with gold edges. This looks so mushy, it's like someone's going to have a wedding proposal or something.
At the end of the hallway, there's the grand staircase, where I saw my mom standing in the middle of it. She looked so serious, like Luke did a while ago, only scarier. And then there's Dad, looking so dashing that it made him look so powerful.
What is happening?
"Where have you been for the past two months?" Mom asked.
"I'm away studying at a university, remember?"
That is my departure, as opposed to carrying on with for what seems like forever in a Victorian house that appears as though it has a hundred-thousand-dollar home loan to pay consistently. Furthermore, I would truly prefer not to live with my mother and her severe standards, which have choked out me pretty much consistently throughout the previous eighteen years of my life.
"Five kills in no less than two months, huh?" Father sneered as he said those words. He looked so pissed, as though I did those killings so grimy.
"I left no follows, furthermore, I just killed those men barely enough to fulfill my hunger for blood," I shielded.
"We let you know that people are not our sort of feast to appreciate," Father said with such power.
I just feigned exacerbation at what he said. "Alright, Please accept my apologies."
"Tell that to the families that lost their children." Father sounded so annoyed that it caused me to really regret what I did. I realize he won't allow me to pull off it.
My mother got my arm and pulled me higher up to one of the rooms that I'm curious about any longer. It's been just two months, and a great deal of things have happened currently in this manor.
When we went into the room, she pushed me so hard that I fell onto one of the lounge chairs there. I fixed my hair that was obstructing my face, and I directed my concentration toward my mom, who actually looked so serious.
"I never raised you to be a killer," she said solidly.
"I didn't mean to do that thing," I made sense of.
"You actually made it happen," she answered.
I just viewed at her as I saw her eyes. There's no inclination streaked there. She's cool as of now, and presently even her gaze has creeped me out.
"You ought not be annoyed by this, Mother," I said as I stood up, attempting to quiet her down. "I'll simply deal with this without help from anyone else."
As she strolled towards me, she began to fix my hair. "We previously did."
I looked so befuddled about what she said.
"You did what?" I inquired.
"We previously dealt with it."
I moaned in alleviation when she said, obviously, they're my folks, and they will do anything for me. God, I ought to guarantee I'll at no point ever do it in the future, or probably I'll be accursed.
Mother snapped her fingers, and I just wound up in the focal point of a ton of workers that were holding a silver dress, make-up, and other skin health management items.
"What's going on with this?" I asked my mother as I perceived how she relaxed the expression all over.
"This is the manner in which we took care of it," Mother said, which made me considerably more befuddled.
"By giving me a full makeover?" I asked in disarray.
"By allowing you to wed the one who learned about your character," Mother said, which made me stunned briefly.
There's just a single individual who sorted out who I am, and that is the person that I will detest everlastingly, up until I get to the following 100 years of my goddamn life. He's the most hazardous person that I've at any point met, for he is a two-timing butt hole who caused me to feel so humiliated one evening in my group.
"You can't do this," I said as I ventured in reverse, just to chance upon a sofa and cause myself to stay there.
"That is the blessing he asked from us," Mother said, which made me significantly more screwed up about the entire circumstance.
"He's perilous!" I yelled.
"He's not," Mother guarded. "Stand by here and get dressed, don't attempt to hurt these individuals since I requested them to put binds on your hands assuming you at any point attempt to get away."
"Where are you going?" I asked vulnerably.
"To go with the group of your future spouse," Mother left after she said that.
One of the workers tapped my shoulder and gave me an earthy colored envelope. I gave it back to her, yet she actually put it on my lap. I viewed at her as I streaked her my sharp teeth.
"It's the essence of your prospective spouse," Luke just appeared suddenly, and it seems as though he's practically prepared for the large occasion, as I saw him wearing a white tux.
"Everybody's screwing with me, right?" I asked him.
"Nobody's playing, youngster."
He just tapped my head and opened the envelope before me. There's an image inside, and he put it again on my lap.
"Express welcome to your better half wannabe."
As I took a gander at the image, I could feel the shade of my eyes becoming red as I felt the furious outrage inside my body.
"This won't be the night that will change my life always," I said while checking the image out.
"No, sister," Luke snatched my shoulders, which made me face him.
"This will be quite a ridiculous unexpected development that you will have until the end of your life," Luke sneered, and he left me there hanging.
As I woke up from my brain, there's one thing that I believe should do with this person in the image.
"I will kill him."