Life was normal you could say. My mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner and my dad was in the living room on one of the couches reading a newspaper and watching the news while my brother and I were running around playing one of our favorite childhood games. Me being 5 years older than my 9 year old brother gives me a little advantage when playing games since I'm older it makes me smarter, and I can also run faster than him.
"Catch me if you can Greyson!" I scream while running around the hallways trying to find a place to hide. After almost tripping a couple times I found the perfect spot to hide. Since I'm 5'5 its a little hard trying to find a spot but I found a perfect little spot behind one of our old tvs in the guest room.
"Mia this isn't fair you always win," Greyson complains using the nickname he's been calling me since he could speak.
I make a little banging noise to give him a hint as to where I am and 2 seconds later I can hear his little feet stomping on the floor coming my way. Soon the door creaks open and I can hear my little brother whisper, "Mia come out, come out wherever you are."
I peep around the tv to see him looking in the closet. I find this the perfect time to come out and go up behind him and scare him. I slowly get up from behind the tv and carefully make me way over to where he's standing frantically looking in the closet.
1...2...3... "AHHHHHHH," I scream as I grab him from behind and throw him over my shoulder. He starts screaming and kicking his feet everywhere.
"Mia," he whines.
"Yes Grey?" I ask.
But he's cut off by our mother shouting, "Dinner's ready!"
"I'll race you down," I say with a smirk on my face while putting him down.
"You're on," he says accepting the challenge. Poor kid doesn't know that he's only going to lose. Again.
Of course I win the race and Greyson only complains to my mother and she gives me a disapproving look. We all sit at the table waiting for our dad to come in so we can start eating. A few moments later he comes in the dining room where we're all seated and he has a look of complete terror on his face.
"What's wrong Michael?" my mom asks concerned.
"They've come. The word was true. I-I didn't w-want to believe it," my father chokes on his words.
"Who dad?" I ask confused.
"The Purebloods."
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A Pureblood slave
Про вампировCold and numb, that's the only thing I've felt for the past 3 months. There's around 10 other humans here excluding myself and new ones come everyday. No one knows exactly where we are, all we know is that our worst nightmares are about to come true...
