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exquisite. It’s sweetest right before they die, when their pulse slows down. In my mind, I pictured Camilla and Aunt Jen’s pulsing arteries, so thick and juicy. The acidic venom tickled my mouth as I swished it around, contemplating their death. Quickly, I pushed my teeth into the bag of blood, slurping back the D-grade red liquid. I needed to calm the constant desire for human flesh before I kill the only family I had left. The hunger, the blood lust, it made me want to tear into human flesh with my ridiculously sharp fangs. I never knew if I'd be able to hold myself back the next time a human walked by. The smell of their blood wafting by my nose, put them in more danger than they realized.
     
    After breakfast I helped with the last adjustments and additions to the party decorations downstairs, which surprisingly took me to lunch. I guess time goes quickly on your birthday.
    I was hungry again. Whilst Aunt Jen and Camilla were eating their lunch in the kitchen, I drank mine in the perfect solitude of my room. I would join them, but Aunt Jen isn’t as comfortable with it as Camilla is.
    Licking my lips and retracting my fangs, I joined them in the kitchen.
    We sat around talking in between making food and drinks for the guests, and before we knew it, it was five-thirty and the party was scheduled to begin in half an hour.
    “Shower time,” I mumbled to myself as I pulled my blue fluffy towel from the hook behind my door and transferred it to the hook on the wall in my bathroom. I didn’t have to shower, I have no bodily fluids. I only shower because I was accustomed to my human routine. I turned on the hot water and steam filled the bathroom, blurring my mirror. I inched on the cold tap, reducing the steam slightly. It didn’t matter whether the shower was hot or cold, my body barely noticed the difference between the two.
    I was out almost as soon as I started. I did, after all, have less than half an hour to get ready. I didn’t want to waste my time on something I didn’t need.
     
    The soft fabric of my dress welcomed my body as I pulled it over my head. I felt like Angelina Jolie in Mr and Mrs Smith , except my dress was red and knee length, but just like hers, it clung to all the right places. Once I did my hair and applied minimal make up, I dare say I looked just as sexy as Ms Jolie herself.
     
    I needed a full stomach if I was going to be surrounded by sweaty teens, especially drunken sweaty teens. I pulled two bags out of the hidden fridge. My fangs popped out by themselves as I brought one of the bags to my mouth and pierced it.
    “I knew it.”
    I retracted my fangs and dropped the bag. It hit my carpet with a light thud, leaking blood everywhere.
    “Darren! The party starts in ten minutes.” I cleared my throat, trying to sound friendly. “And it’s downstairs.”
    “I know,” he said, striding over to me. The smirk that had spread across my face made me want to kill him where he stood.
    “If you touch me, I will kill you.”
    “You can try, but we both know how pathetic and weak you are.”
    “You don't know anything about me. I gave you a pretty good warning at school today, don’t make me repeat myself,” I snapped.
    “I know everything about you. It’s my job. And that ‘shove’ you gave me at school, you caught me off guard.”
    “Your job is working front counter at McDonald's.”
    Darren’s dark eyes narrowed in on me as he smirked; once again, it made me want to kill him.
    “You're a vampire, and my 'profession' will soon be to hunt your kind.”
    I tensed my muscles as Darren circled me, coming to a stop behind me. I cringed as I felt his warm breath on my ear.
    “You are a vampire in my jurisdiction, which means I have to kill you… Unless, we can make some sort of temporary arrangement…”
    I shook under his grasp as his grimy hands slid around my waist and then down to my thigh.
    Grabbing the base of my dress, he began to slide his hand upwards, lifting the fabric