I jumped out of my chair faster than I thought I could move with the silver cuff around my ankle. The chair made a screeching noise as I stood. The sound of my rapidly beating heart the only thing I could hear at the moment. I tried hard, really hard, to focus on it and not on how the blood of the guy flowed through his veins on his way to my father's mouth. The girl was still kneeling before me, her eyes still cast down to her flat palms on her thighs. Her breathing was even. There was no trace of fear in her.
The smell of errant blood spilled from my father's mouth on the boy's neck made me ignore the pounding of my heart in my ears. It forces me to be aware of what I'm feeling. The need to feed. I felt it. The urge to sink my teeth into that girl's neck and drain her life source into my mouth. My fangs elongated and I felt their tip on the bottom of my lip.
I tried to look at anything but at my father, but his insistent stare calls my own. I met his star
The minutes, hours, and eventually days had prolonged. Night and day were a mixture of colors that I couldn't pick apart sometimes. If it wasn't for the digital clock on my bedside table that told me the time, I was a hundred percent sure that I wouldn't even know how long I had been here in my room. A week. A whole damn week had gone by. A whole damn week where I had to resist my vampiric urges and stay in my room close off from everyone. But it was for the best really. It was for my benefit. I knew that if I went out of this room two certain things would happen. One, I would be harassed endlessly by the other Deamhans in the house. I would have to stand their hisses, their predatory gazes, and I would need to hope that they had fed before I came out of my room, or I would most certainly be attacked by them. I could be their leader's daughter, but that went through the window when blood lust settled in. I was proof of that. I felt the dryness in my throat every single day,