Bloody good time

March 6 1867

England

The crimson fluid leaked from my dead mother's neck and passed my lips, quenching my growing and almost insatiable thirst. I detach my fangs from her now icy flesh and lick the remaining blood from her wound then from my lips. I toss her limp body aside and take a glance at the bodies scattered amongst the wooden flooring. Mary. Jane. Timothy. John. Alexander. Carol. Mother. Father. I watched the light of the fire flicker across each of their bone white faces. My harsh breathing is the only sound that fills the room. I'm still worn from when father attacked me with that axe. He didn't succumb to my power, that gave me a large amount of exercise considering I was very weak but now with the blood of my family I'm stronger than ever.

"You should know if a man is in love he will not be submissive to your special ability, my dear," My creator, Maxwell, spoke into my ear. "Your father loved your mother more than he valued his very life."

"That would have been fantastic to have mentioned that when you kidnapped me and explained this vampire situation," I hissed, exposing my newborn fangs. "He would have killed me if I was any more weak."

Maxwell let out a mischievous cackle and rolled his eyes, "Oh, Ann. You're lucky I found you beautiful and told you anything."

I scoff at his attitude and brush my ginger hair from my blood soaked cheeks. "Such a rude thing you are, Maxwell. Now, if you do not mind, I shall be taking my leave." I re-button the undone buttons on my collar and wave good-bye to my creator.

I turn for the door but Maxwell takes a hard hold of my arm. "You know the rule, Ann. You must stay with me." He flashes his dark red eyes at me as a form of intimidation.

I again scoff at him then pull my arm from his grip. "You haven't eaten in weeks, Maxwell. You barely got a drop from me before turning me. I've fed from eight people. I am much stronger than you. Leave me be"

Maxwell delivered a hard slap to my pale cheek, surely turning it a pinkish hue. "DO NOT YOU SPEAK TO ME IN SUCH A TONE! I CREATED YOU AND I CAN DESTORY YOU JUST AS EASILY!?"

I simply roll my eyes to him, completely unaffected by his strike. I remove my lace glove from my delicate hand and impale it to his throat, digging my claws until I've drawn blood from his veins, contrary to belief, vampires bleed. It's a thick, dark substance that I must admit, am shocked to have discovered. I keep a small smirk on my lips when I see Maxwell gasping for air and ripping at my hand. "It's futile, Maxwell. Truly. I should kill you right here but..." I release my grip and let him drop to the floor. "I am kinder than you. Now, goodbye Maxwell." I giggle at his greedy gasps at the air. How pathetic. I leave into the cool late winter air. The falling snow doesn't bother my undead flesh. I feel rather comfortable out her. I think I could get used to this new after life.

Notes

Hey guys I hope you like this new story. I made the first chapter kinda short because I know I had a really long first chapter.