I wake up to the familiar chiming of the Notre-Dame Church bells. I groan.
“Shut up, you stupid bell,” I mumble, turning over. I wince at the sudden sunlight. I groan again and turn over to the darker side of the room.
Wait, something is not right…
Where is papa? Usually he’ll burst into my room and drag me out of bed.
I open my eyes immediately and dash into the kitchen. It is empty. Where is papa? Is he pranking me?
That’s when my brain decides to tell that papa died yesterday.
My heart shatter again at the thought a werewolf killed him while he was hunting.
I’m sure you’ll be confused by now so let me introduce myself first.
My name is Samantha Weinbach. I insist that you call me Sam. Trust me, the last time someone called me Samantha has a black eye that lasts for about a month.
I have straight long black hair and extremely pale skin. It is a natural feature for us, vampires.
Yes, I am a vampire.
I am about 5’5 tall and very slender. I inherit my papa's grey eyes which are matching to my black hair. I am also not the type who puts makeup on. In the matter of fact, I hate makeup! From afar, I look like an emo because of my dark clothing. Once you get to know me, I’m a person who’ll annoy the hell out of you.
I am born to be a vampire. I don’t know much about my mum. My papa never told me the real story. He just told me “I’ll tell you when the time comes, ma chere” for the past 17 years. In the end, he died without telling me. I didn’t care about that matter anymore.
I hate my mother for leaving us.
So anyway, vampires are born just like werewolves.
Werewolves are our enemy for as long as any of us can remember. They thought that we vampires are killers. Just because we drink blood doesn’t mean we kill humans. Well, not all of us. Some can’t control their desire to drink human blood and ended up sucking their prey dry.
My papa and I practice drinking animal blood. So does our coven.
We belong in a coven in Paris. My aunt is the head of the coven. My aunt is my papa’s younger sister so she took over when papa died yesterday.
At that very thought, I clench my fists in anger.
Stupid werewolves killed him when he was hunting alone. I hate werewolves. They are the monsters in this world. Sooner or later, there’s going to be a misunderstanding that creates a war between them and I’m going to join that war.
I shake my head. That plan can leave. For now, I have to visit my aunt so she can read out my papa’s will.
I open the window and transform into a bat.
Another advantage to vampires is that werewolves don’t know that we can change into a bat.
Not bothering to take a shower, I fly to my aunt’s little house in Paris, not far from papa's and my apartment, where the rest of the coven awaits my arrival.
The coven is my only family left.
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Blood and Fur - Part OneWerewolf
Marcy and Sam are both 17 year old girls, but other than that their polar opposites. While Marcy is tan with long blonde hair, Sam in extremely pale with jet black hair. Marcy dreams of finding her perfect mate, literally, while Sam just wants to ge...