A Vampire's Life Book 2

Chapter 1

The music echoes through the little club, the latest emo punk band from America as the humans called it. I prefer to use the human's names for the lands, mostly to annoy my parents but sometimes it is just easier. The humans have been packed into the club, barely a space to be found. The smell of their blood wafts around the room, driving me crazy. Even though I fed before I came in here, I still hunger for more. I scan the crowd looking for Crystal who has been my best friend since day one at school. The glow of my mobile lights up the dark room, sending her a text, wondering when she will grace me with her presence. Who am I? Me, I'm just an ordinary vampire. Well I like to think I am but my parents seem to think that we are more than just ordinary. We are as high in the vampire aristocracy as anyone can get without actually being the royal family. My father has been best friends with our king since they were in school and I know it has benefited our family a lot. I am Lady Lillian Neveah, the only daughter of James and Olivia Neveah. I have four older brothers, one of them being my twin, Jeremy. We reside in the kingdom of Corsontri of the Elm'Nyth realm and my life is hell. My father rules my life with an iron fist and even though at nineteen I am what vampires consider to be a fully-fledged adult, he still treats me like a child. In fact, my twin brother has more freedom than I do. Tonight is a rare moment, but that's because they don't know I'm here.

I know I stand out in the crowd, not because the humans know we are different but because they find us attractive. Our beauty is bewitching. Our lure is unavoidable. But that doesn't stop me from wearing the short skirts and dresses and styling my long blonde hair to be even more irresistible. My twin Jeremy and two of my brothers, Myles and Antony are the same as me, blonde hair, deep brown eyes and have a lithe frame, we take after our mother. Luis on the other hand takes after our father, tall and athletic build, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He even talks like our father and has the same domineering attitude. I long to be free from my father's grip but until I find a suitable mate I know he isn't going to let me go. It's annoying, I would give anything to have a little apartment close to the city so I can do as I please but that's not going to happen. Not in a million years.

A somewhat handsome man stumbles over breaking me out of my wishful thinking.

"Hey there gorgeous." he slurs his words, his breath reeking of too much alcohol.

He leans on the wall, almost falling onto me. The smell of the alcohol is almost outdone by his cheap aftershave.

"Uh no thanks. Off you go." Live to see another day, human.

I push him off the wall, sending him on his way. He begins to walk away, making his way into the thick crowd. Somehow he manages to make his way back to me.

"Hey there gorgeous." he slurs at me again. This time he manages to spill some of his drink on me.

"You've already tried that sales pitch. Off you go, again."

And once again I send him packing. He stumbles into the crowd, losing his drink on the floor.

"They just don't get it do they?"

I see him as the person beside me moves away from the bar. Scruffy jet black hair with streaks of blue through the fringe. He fits the emo style with the eyeliner around his deep green eyes and the pale skin that makes him look like he hasn't seen the sun in a year.

"Too much alcohol I guess." I say shrugging.

I can see emo boy turn his body, watching me as he drinks his drink. His tight jeans hang low, his skull and roses shirt tight, showing just a tiny sliver of his pale skin between it and his jeans. My phone buzzes, a text from Crystal, saying that she had been caught sneaking out and wasn't going to be joining me tonight. Damn. I huff at the text that Crystal sent me. Of course she got caught sneaking out, she has the grace of an elephant.