All Chapters of The Vampire In Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Only when I got up from the meadow did I notice all the dead people around me, all of them were covered in blood and I understood that it was my work. My hands were smeared with blood, the white dress I was wearing on my body was covered with red spots and I could still taste the blood on my lips, the metallic, slightly salty and yet sweet taste. The sweet smell was in the air and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it? Isn't that really me? No it was just a stupid dream, I'll learn and I'll control myself, I'll make it. I am not going to kill anyone. I promise myself that no one will ever die for my thirst. I know I can do it!There is a knock on the door, which opens immediately. My mother peeks in. When she sees that I'm awake, she walks into the room. "Hello Darling." Like an angel, she slides over and sits down on the bed with me. Without another word, she hugs me tightly. The tears are rolling down my cheeks and I can't stop it. Again I can

`` My mother died about 40 years ago. I also had nothing to do with my father for a long time because I just wanted to be to myself after her death. He quickly found a new wife whom he married after 10 years. I hated him for forgetting my mother so quickly. You have to understand, when you have such a long life, time goes differently. 10 years are nothing. I found out that she became pregnant. It was mean of me that I didn't even want to see the little one. Then they had another child. And my hatred grew over time. I sank formally in it. I hated them all. This woman, these children, and especially my father, who simply built a new family for himself after swearing his love to my mother centuries ago. My only wish was that they all die. But when I heard that my father's new wife had actually died. I felt dirty. I wanted her death from the start. I understood that she wasn't the cause of my anger. About a year after her death, I pulled myself together and went to my father. It was bro

Notices Conner. The impassive head was in his crossed arms, which are resting on the table.  "Discuss less than you tell my son." John answers with a slight smile. Ooh dear, if John smiles it doesn't mean a good thing. One of my brows goes up, tense and skeptical. My body tenses and seeks eye contact with my mother. "Mum." I address her in a threatening voice. But she still doesn't look at me. Her eyes move a little frantically in John's direction. What's wrong with her. She wriggles back and forth in her chair, acting like a child who has broken something. Then John pushes his hand to my mother's and asked a question in a lowered voice that we can hear. "Do you want or should I be my love?" I look at the picture in front of me. I keep my arms crossed in front of my chest. Something is wrong. What do they have to say? They shouldn't excite us so much and