I walked through the busy streets of the city where most rich Vampires roam looking for a human to feed on. I looked around me and saw many humans, young and old. I was about to cross the street and walk over to the other side when I saw an elderly woman with her walking stick in one hand and a bag of tomatoes in the other. She was old and weak, so she lost her grip on the bag and the red tomatoes rolled on the solid ground of the street. Some tomatoes fell into a nearby sewer while others were stepped on. Vampires. Filthy things, I thought.

I clutched my purse tightly and walked over to the old woman. "Here." I said as I picked up what remained of her tomatoes: two in my hand and three in hers. She smiled at me weakly and thanked me three times. I closed my eyes and smiled, shaking my head and telling her it was nothing.

"I am sorry to ask this of you, but do you know where the grocery store is? I am new here and I am somehow lost." I said with a gentle smile. She looked at me like a mother would look at her daughter. It brought back memories and those caused feelings to form inside me. I blinked a few times, pushing the memories away.

"I understand if you don't want to help me." I said and I was about to walk away but she grabbed my arm lightly, stopping me in my tracks.

"I'm sorry. Come along, dear. It's the least I can do to thank you for helping me instead of walking on my food for today." she said with a laugh, but the laugh wasn't one of amusement. It was bitter.

I shook my head and apologised, telling her how sorry I was to hear that. She shook her own head and smiled, telling me it wasn't my fault but those rich, handsome business men who took everything away from her. By her description, I knew she was talking about Vampires. My hatred and revenge for them increased to an ultimate level, making me lose every feeling of sadness I had for doing what I do to them.

She took me to the nearest grocery store— the cheapest around. I asked if she could walk with me and help me with my shopping, and she happily agreed. I picked a packet of teabags, some rice, vegetables and other healthy and important things for a human to eat. I picked some kitchenware and some clothes that seemed decent. Yes, they sell those at a grocery store— surprisingly— and that is obviously for more money.

She eyed my shopping with both curiosity and longing. I knew she needed all the things I bought and a few more, but what can I do? When I walked out of the store, pushing the trolley filled with the items I bought, I asked her where she lived. I told her I wanted to pay her back for accompanying me and after a while of arguing, she gave in and walked with me to my car.

She looked at my car with awe and wished me happiness and safety. I placed my items in the boot of the car and opened the front door for her to sit in the passenger's seat.

We talked and asked random questions. I learnt her name was Maya and she was 84 with no husband, no children— no one in general. She said some anonymous donator donates large amounts of money to charities and one of those charities bought her a home to stay in and helped with some basic needs like giving her little money, no bills and some furniture.

My lips curved up in a proud smile.

When we were outside her house, I took a few glances to make sure it was good enough for her. It was a small, cozy brick home with a fenced little garden. It seemed fine on the outside, but looks can be deceiving.

I walked to the boot of my car and took out every item I purchased today. Maya was looking at me with wide, confused eyes. I gave her a genuine smile and gathered all the remaining bags. Super strength. Maybe that's why she eyed me with confusion.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice conveying her disbelief. I closed the boot of my car and held everything tightly in my hands.

"Look, these are for you. You cannot tell me no because I have no one to give them to and I don't need them. Please, accept them." I said and widened my eyes a little for more influence. She blinked once, twice, more before she sighed and nodded with a grateful smile.

"Thank you so much, dear. May God bless you and keep you from harm's way." I smiled back and followed her to the front door. The house was warm and nice on the inside. I helped her with organising things before I gave her a good amount of money and left off. That is why I like humans. They are genuine and considerate, but not all of them are.

I went back to the street where I met Maya and continued my hunt, my hunger suddenly becoming stronger. I'm so hungry and irritated.

I walked passed an alleyway and heard groans. And a faint heartbeat. I readjusted my hearing and followed inside the alleyway. Since it's daylight, I didn't need to use my night vision.

What I saw boiled my blood and made my eyes change to a silver colour, which happens whenever I am extremely and beyond angry. When my eyes turn a silver colour anger, rage and fury are nothing but understatements. Nothing but words.

'What else would it be other than a Vampire sucking the life out of a young girl?' my soul hissed sarcastically.

I walked over to the Vampire with the crimson hair and placed a hand on his shoulder. He pulled his fangs out of the human's delicate neck and looked at me, his narrowed, red eyes glaring at me. To show him that I was not a threat, my eyes changed to a blood-red hue.

I thought about feeding on him and killing him, and that triggered the colour change.

I leaned in and licked the blood off of his lips. It tasted sweet yet I found myself not enjoying it as much as Vampire blood. He dropped the human down slowly and grabbed me by my hips, pushing me to the dusty bricks of the wall. I arched my back and giggled when he lifted my thighs, wrapping them around him.

It's entertaining how they all fall into the trap without so much as waiting to process the situation.

An unknown Vampire approaches you, interrupts your feeding, and suddenly starts seducing you.

Not suspicious at all.

He slammed his lips on my own aggressively. I chuckled quietly into the kiss and ran my sharp nails down his tense back.

I grabbed his hair roughly and tilted his head back, exposing his neck. I kissed his neck before finding my favourite spot— it was that curve where the left shoulder met the neck. I licked it once and then jammed my fangs into his skin with no gentleness. I heard him groan, but he didn't fight back.

I felt him go weak and soon he dropped me and almost fell to the ground. I pulled my fangs out and licked my lips, enjoying the taste of the chilly liquid. He staggered a little before he fell to the ground with a thud, his head slanted at an awkward angle.

I walked over to him and straddled his waist, looking down at him with a grin. He looked so weak and helpless, it did nothing but excite me more than I already was. I ran my hands to his pale neck, watching him attempt to fight— even when he couldn't keep his eyes open for too long. I circled my hands around his neck tightly before twisting upwards, breaking his spine. A sick, loud snap echoed through the alleyway and I was glad no one was around. I stood up and wiped my hands clean on his dark shirt.

"Pity you insects have no hearts, otherwise I'd be glad to rip them out instead of snapping your disgusting necks." I sighed, still rubbing my hands against the fabric of his shirt.

"Don't rest in peace, 55,116." I turned around and walked out of the alleyway. There was no point saving the human. I can't and couldn't save her.

I decided I should head back home before I go out for another hunt.

I wore a black bikini with red skulls before I plunged into one of my swimming pools. I stretched my arms and legs and began swimming, enjoying the feeling of water caressing my cold skin and hugging my form. I stayed like that for a while, not caring about anything in the world. It actually becomes hard to care about something when you live for so long, watching things and people around you change and change and change.

I used to think life was like a breakable tree. We'd all start as something small and weak—powerless. As time goes, as seasons change and as we are exposed to various resources, we grow and shape into something so much stronger. Then, just like we started we'd change again, only instead of growing, we'd shrink. Time would still go, seasons would still change but we'd be exposed to less resources... and so we shrivel and cease to exist.

Life isn't like that for me. I am an artificial tree that has no roots.

It was dark by the time I finished whatever I was doing. I decided to get ready for yet another exciting hunt. I picked out a black dress with red straps and strings wrapped around my exposed back. The dress was very skimpy but I didn't mind, as long as it looked nice and covered my private areas. I wore a matching lingerie underneath before I slipped my dress on. I left my hair in its natural black waves and applied some fruity lip balm to my red lips. For my eyes, I added mascara and a little eye shadow to make my black eyes stand out. I finished my look with little red jewellery, red platform heels and a big red purse.

I looked delicious.

This time, I drove to a higher and fancier club, but it still wasn't a club where Purebloods would go to. It was too poor for them as they want everything to be five-stars and high quality.

I seduced the guard a little and he slipped me in after he slapped my butt. I flinched when I walked in the club that was shaking with the loud music and dancing bodies. I forgot to readjust my hearing.

I walked over to the bar, aware of the lustful eyes on me and ordered a drink. The bartender was a Vampire, so he knew what kind of drink to give me. He gave me a wink and I returned it with a smirk and a bite on my lower lip.

Once in front of me, I stared at the liquid inside, swishing my glass slowly before I drowned what was inside.

After a few more drinks I was dying to start my hunt. I looked around the large club filled with dancing and shaking bodies. Everywhere I looked, I would see the usual. Vampires trying to satisfy their needs in every way, dancing, drinking or talking. I ignored the loud music and looked around, mainly at the VIP area.

After a while of searching, my eyes zoomed in on something— someone— suspicious. The most gorgeous man I've ever seen. His looks were so out-of-this-world and he stood out from every other male in here. He was just so breathtakingly beautiful. Pure black hair, night black eyes, yummy rosy lips, tanned and toned skin and that would definitely be a very lean and fit body.

I thought it was strange how abnormally beautiful he was. I have never seen a Vampire with such beauty before. My first thought was Pureblood because he could easily be mistaken as a Pureblood, yet he couldn't be because Purebloods don't hang out with ordinary Vampires and like I said, they would go for fancier and richer clubs. Besides, I think everyone would be scared of him so he would be the only one in the VIP room.

There's also no scent or presence. Purebloods are the only ones that have a scent or give off a presence, because they're not dead. They emit power, strength and dominance, which makes it easy for us Vampires to avoid them.

So depressing. If I had a scent and a presence people would know when I'd arrive, and they'd be able to gather before me easily. They wouldn't have to wait for me to pass the door.

I smirked and stood up, making my way to the dance floor and making sure he would be able to see me. The Vampires around me backed away as if I was a Goddess. I began swaying my hips seductively, aware of the hungry eyes on me. I raised my hands up and let them fall down to my neck and body slowly. I noticed him looking at me but I didn't want him to see me watching him so I kept my eyes slightly shut and focused somewhere else.

As the stares on me increased, so did the scent of arousal. My gorgeous prey stood up and made his way out of the VIP area, walking towards me. I couldn't help but lick my lips as I eyed his body. He was different. He wasn't overly big, and he wasn't small.

He stepped close to me, and it was then that I was really able to see his magnificence. His eyes were so dark they was beautiful. His skin was beautiful, and for a minute I thought about killing him, because he shouldn't look prettier than me. His eyelashes better not be longer and thicker than mine!

He stepped closer to me, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me to his chest. I was going to seduce him, but then he slid a hand up and cupped the nape of my neck. That's when alarm bells rang in my ears.

Vampires do not put their hands on the necks. They know they are our death zone.

And he has something else. That scarcely audible beating sound is not coming from the drums.

He has to be a Pureblood. He has to be. But where's his scent and presence? This doesn't make any sense but he has to be a Pureblood!

As though he knew what I was thinking, he smirked. He just confirmed my suspicion.

I hate male Purebloods, though! They tend to be wild, aggressive and extremely possessive. Once a Pureblood lays eyes on something he wants or likes, he gets it no matter what he has to do. That's what I heard.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt his fingers caress my neck. He was gazing into my eyes and he was quiet. How the hell am I getting out of this situation? I have to think.

My eyes widen momentarily. There were humans around.

If there's anything other than seduction that I excel at, it's causing a scene.

Before he could read my moves, I stepped forward and gave him a backhanded slap— because it's classier than a simple slap. Because I used my strength, his head tilted to his left. It didn't even cause him to fall or stagger. The sound was loud enough to have everyone stopping and staring. Even the music stopped.

I'll be killed for this.

"How dare you, you pig?!" I yell, and if I didn't have everyone's attention before, I definitely had it now.

People— humans— started stepping close, some even going as far as pulling me away from the Pureblood. I took that as my chance to escape but before I left I caught sight of something disturbing.

With his head still tilted to the side and slanted down a little, he was smirking.

That was enough for me to leave. I had a tight grasp on my purse as I left the club and walked quickly to where my car was parked. I couldn't use my super speed with the humans behind me.

I spotted my car and hurried towards it, but before I could reach the handle, I was turned around and pushed to my car. I couldn't scream because there was a hand covering my mouth, but that didn't stop me from biting on the hand.

My mouth burned like hot lava was boiling inside, and I immediately spat the blood out. My attacker, the Pureblood, stepped back and allowed me to fall to the ground, trying to catch my breath. It's like I drank vervain and Witch blood— maybe even worse.

"Pureblood." I hissed, lifting my head to glare at my attacker with bared teeth and fangs. Not that I want to exaggerate it but his green eyes were fierce, a huge contradiction to the rest of his face. Which looks like a child's. His hair was a chocolate brown— chocolate brown. It was dark, but it looked creamy at the same time. How does that even work?

I coughed out more blood and felt like I was dying as my insides burnt badly. I was coughing my own bloody blood! It's like I had swallowed fire. Whilst I was glaring at him, I noticed his eyes looking distant. He must be communicating with someone, telling them to come and kill me.

Well, that won't do, because I'll have to kill them, too.

When I heard a new heartbeat approaching, I looked up to my side. My eyes twitched. It's that handsome jerk. Oh, and he brought a gift, too.

He was holding a Vampire in his hands, and the Vampire looked ready to die. He threw the Vampire to me and I wasted no time in grabbing his head and sinking my fangs into his neck. The chilly liquid was soothing the pain in my throat and my insides. I moaned at the relief and continued to drink more blood, as though it was cold water. Since my prey turned out to be a Pureblood I have another one here, right in my hands and because I am in a bad mood, I don't mind taking his life away.

I sensed him going limp in my arms and his soul was gradually becoming quieter. When I heard nothing and when there was no blood to drink, I pulled my fangs out and shoved him away from me carelessly. He was nothing but trash, anyway.

"55,117." I hissed, eyes narrowing at the two figures before me. I licked my fangs before I stood up in a threatening stance, baring my clean, sharp fangs. I felt my eyes turn a very light, almost glowing gold, an indication that I felt threatened— I was, and I won't back down. I didn't care that my lips were bloodied and I did not care that I was disrespecting not one, but two Purebloods.

"Relax and submit," my supposed-to-be prey commanded. I hissed threateningly. How dare he tell me what to do?!

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain run through my head and I fell to my knees again because of its intensity. It felt like someone was squeezing my brain so hard, stabbing it with forks instead of knives. I clenched my shaking hands, unable to take the pain. What the hell is that?! Please tell me that isn't his gift!

"Now," he began walking closer to me and I tried to scoot away, but the pain was killing me. I felt my eyes sting yet I refused to cry. No way am I showing any weakness.

He crouched down low, forcing me to stare into his dark eyes. "You will do exactly as I say, if you want it to be painless and easy. If you don't, I will be forced to hurt you even more. What will it be?" he whispered calmly as he extended a hand out to me. He caressed my cheek, surprisingly gently. His touch was soft, smooth and very gentle, something Purebloods were not.

My anger increased after I heard him. Does he really expects me to listen and obey? To submit and be told what to do? Hell no.