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Noveller

Night- Prologue

Her white fangs pierced through my sunbrown skin and I screamed in pain. My daughter was a vampire. At least she’d become one, and I was afraid of her. The sucking sound of her feeding on my blood made me wrinch in both disgust and pain. Suddenly there was a light and the night was dissolved in blackness when I closed my eyes and felt my last breath wash away with the wind.
“Mother?” I whispered while wiping away some of the last trickles of blood from my mouth.
My confusion was written all over my face and my pitch black eyes widened with fear when I saw the too familiar face. It was pale now from the blood loss, but the violet eyes and red, narrow lips, formed into a perfect heart, made me gulp in pain. Mother.
I didn’t realize it was too late until it was. The hunger that’d lingered in my stomach was painful and mother had been the first target. All too long had I been waiting. The disgust was marking my beautiful, innocent face.
“Mother” I whispered and kissed her on the forehead. I left a bloody mark on her pale face. A narrow, perfect heart, just like her lips had been.
“Mother?” A sobbing sound left my throat and I cried.
A cracking sound left my mouth when my sharp fangs were once again pulled deep into their roots.
“Leave her be.” The hushed sound of my master made me jump in surprise.
“I can’t” I replied.
The bitterness of the situation left a hole in my stomach and I once again flinched in pain.
I could never leave her. Never.
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