𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 {𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜} [1] ✔️

1. FLAME HAIR

SEATTLE WAS CURRENTLY UNDER SIEGE AND the death toll continued to rise. This has been reported in the newspapers for several months. I didn't pay much attention to it and thought it was just a way for the newspapers to grab attention. However, unlike the newspapers, I am not noticed.

Metaphorically speaking, invisibility had been a constant in my life for as far back as I could recall. Whenever I spoke up or took action, such as raising my hand, those around me would turn their heads and utter phrases like "where did you come from?" or "I didn't see you there," despite my proximity to them.

I was being pursued by three male bikers and I attempted to escape from them.

"Come on, sugar cakes," one of them yelled in a rough voice.

"We just want to have some fun," another one chuckled sickly.

What they wanted was not going to be enjoyable. It would be enjoyable for them, but not for me. I then stopped in an alley and continued running, my feet pounding on the damp ground. I kept running until I reached a brick wall and stopped. I heard one of the bikers laughing and then stopping, staring at me with confusion.

"Wait a minute," the man with auburn beard said. "Where is she?"

What? They couldn't be serious. I was standing right in the middle of the wall. How could they not have seen me?

The man with the bandana said, "She ran down this way."

The short blonde man added, "She can't be far."

Suddenly, a woman with flaming red curly hair landed between me and the bikers. The men laughed at her and one of them wolf-whistled. But she killed them one by one with her bare hands and teeth, like a bear tearing apart three fish. I watched in horror as the flame-haired woman slaughtered the bikers.

After her attack, she turned around slowly, revealing blood on the corner of her mouth and her eyes matching the blood. Her red eyes widened as if surprised by my presence, then she smiled creepily at me.

"I didn't see you there, did I?" The woman spoke pleasantly to me.

Normally, I would have been irritated by her response, but I was frightened. I was unable to move my body. Suddenly, she sprinted towards me and seized my neck. She shoved me against the brick wall and turned my head to the right. My breathing became rapid as my nerves heightened in terror.

"You would make a great addition to my army," she growled in a whisper, her teeth just inches from my neck.

Her sharp teeth pierced my skin, and I felt a burning sensation inside me. It was like acid coursing through my veins and body. She hurled me to the ground and watched as I writhed in agony.

The sensation of burning overwhelmed me as I stared up at the flame-haired woman. A male with red eyes and sharp teeth emerged from the shadows, poised to attack me. However, the woman stopped him with a command. My body convulsed as an unknown substance coursed through me, feeling like acid. The acidic water consumed my organs and bones, causing unbearable pain.

All I could think was "It burns. It burns so bad."

Despite wanting to beg for death, I could only scream until everything went black.

My eyes burst open, and the world came into focus with a clarity that was almost blinding. It was as if I had been transported into a high-definition television set, every detail sharp and vivid. I found myself lying in a strange place, the unfamiliar surroundings staring back at me with a cold, unfeeling gaze. I turned my head, trying to get my bearings, and slowly rose to my feet.

"Good, you're awake," a woman's voice echoed through the room.

I spun around, my eyes locking onto the woman with flame-red hair. Her face was paler than I had expected, but her eyes burned with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down my spine. A Cheshire Cat smile crept across her lips.

"What's your name, newborn?" she asked me.

Newborn? The word echoed through my mind, and I struggled to remember who I was.

"Tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine," she said, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness.

"V-Violet?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Violet," she hummed, her eyes glittering with amusement. "I am Victoria, and you are my third in command."

"Wait, what?" I asked, my confusion mounting.

"Oh, where are my manners?" Victoria giggled. "I'm creating an army to get back at my enemy. You see, he did something to make me sad, and I want revenge."

I stared at her, my mind reeling. "What are you? What am I?"

"We're vampires," she said, her voice lilting with a musical quality.

"But vampires are myths," I protested weakly.

"Ah, but we're real," Victoria said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She turned to the blonde male with red eyes. "This is Riley, my second in command."

"And mate," Riley spat out, wrapping his arm around Victoria's waist possessively.

Victoria smiled at him before turning her gaze back to me. Riley's eyes bore into me, as if daring me to respond. All I could do was stare at them, my mind struggling to comprehend the impossible reality that had suddenly become my life.

"Do any of you happen to have a mirror or something?" I inquired of my companions.

Riley gestured towards a battered car with a shattered window. "There's one over there, but it's seen better days."

Undeterred, I strode past them towards the decrepit vehicle. As I approached the still window, a reflection began to form. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't my own. The woman staring back at me had luscious raven locks cascading down to her chest, a complexion as pale as freshly fallen snow, and piercing blood-red eyes that mirrored those of Riley and Victoria. She was clad in a black leather bomber jacket, a dark grey top, ripped black jeans, and black converse shoes. I blinked, and my reflection mimicked my actions.

It was then that Victoria's voice cut through the silence, her tone stern and unwavering.

"As a newborn, there are two rules you must follow," she began, her eyes fixed on me. "Firstly, avoid sunlight at all costs. It will be the end of you. And secondly, do not cause any disturbances amongst humans. We must keep our existence a secret."

I nodded, my lips pursed in agreement. Riley interjected, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"Sunrise is approaching. We must find shelter," he warned, his voice urgent.

Without hesitation, we ran. The wind whipped through my hair, and my heart pounded in my chest. It was as if I had been granted superhuman abilities, straight out of a comic book.

As the sun began to rise, we found refuge. And with that, my life as a human came to an end.