LOGINThe scream of my mother that night, after the wooden stick was driven straight through her heart, still echoed in my head. The face of that man remained clear in my memory, but he no longer frightened me. I wasn't afraid of him anymore. But something had changed.
The moment he looked at me after my brother was thrown over me and I fell... “Kill her!” the scarred man commanded his men. Then I woke up, drenched in sweat and trembling in horror. I pushed the coffin open. It hadn't happened that way before. In my previous memory, the scarred man had never ordered them to kill me. What is going on? I thought, my eyes darting from side to side as I desperately searched for an explanation. After several minutes, I finally pulled myself together. The night was still young, but there was no way I could fall asleep again. I went outside to look for Samantha, only to be told that she had gone hunting. “Where?” I asked one of the people outside. “She didn't say. She only mentioned that she was hungry.” “How long ago did she leave?” I asked. “A little while ago. She should be back any moment now,” someone else replied. “I'll go find her. The rest of you should go inside and get some rest. We have school tomorrow,” I commanded. I turned toward the woods and was about to leave when I heard my name from behind me. “Empress Aliya?” I stopped, took a deep breath, and turned around. It was one of the people who had been pretending to be our parents at school. “What is it?” I asked curtly. The woman hesitated. Fear flickered in her eyes. I wasn't going to hurt her. “I'm listening.” “You told us that you would do anything we wanted if we agreed to attend school with you... if we agreed to pretend to be your parents.” “Really?” I replied nonchalantly. “Now? You're bringing this up now? One of our own is out there, and we don't even know whether she's alive or dead, and you're asking about this now?” “I'm sorry,” the woman murmured. I let out a small breath and looked at the faces of everyone waiting for me to keep my promise. I was a leader of my word. If I gave my word, I kept it. Besides, I couldn't afford to have any of them sabotaging my plans of having Eric all to myself, and I intended to keep it that way. “You should all go to the hall and wait for me,” I ordered. “I'll go search for Samantha. When I return, I'll grant your wishes.” Without waiting for another word, I headed into the woods. I followed Samantha's scent, sniffing the air repeatedly as I moved deeper into the darkness. I needed to find her as quickly as possible. Then I heard something. A voice. It came from deep within the woods, and it sounded like Samantha. She was fighting with someone. My heart tightened. I followed the sound deeper into the woods until the trees suddenly opened into a small clearing. My feet stopped; Samantha was there. But she wasn't alone. A figure stood opposite her, moving so quickly that my eyes struggled to follow. The sound of claws scraping against claws echoed through the darkness as Samantha was thrown backward. She crashed into a tree. “Gah!” “Samantha!” I screamed out. She immediately pushed herself back onto her feet. “Stay out of this!” she shouted. I ignored her. My gaze locked onto the woman standing across from her. "Lilith?" I was shocked. I stood in front of Samantha, my fangs sliding out just as hers had. I scoffed. “I should have known,” I said, staring at her. “Oh…” Lilith tilted her head, her eyes slowly turning crimson. The moonlight shone brightly through the trees, illuminating her face. “You’re like me too.” “Don’t come any closer, Lilith,” I warned. “You’ve already hurt one of my own. Make one wrong move again, and I’ll kill you.” “You can’t do anything. Samantha and I made a deal. If I win, both of you leave Central City High—and you’ll leave Eric for me.” “Samantha has nothing to do with Eric, Lilith. You shouldn’t have made that deal with her. You should’ve made it with me.” “Then you can take her place,” Samantha said confidently. “I have better things to do with my time than stand here and fight you over a man who doesn’t even want you.” Lilith’s fangs emerged, her expression twisting with anger. “You don’t know that. I’ve known Eric for a long time.” “But I know him better,” I replied. “You’re throwing yourself at a man who doesn’t care about you. I’m not going to fight you, Samantha. And I would rather die than let you hurt her—or take Eric away from me.” “You’re defying the rules!” Samantha thundered. “I make the rules!” I screamed back. "You are defying my rules. Samantha is part of my clan!” I roared, my entire body trembling with rage. My voice echoed through the woods. “My clan… my rules.” I stepped forward, my eyes locked onto Lilith. “I’m the only one who has the right to lay hands on Samantha. If you break my rules, I’ll make sure I come for you—and everyone you care about.” Lilith stared at me with undisguised disdain. “You’ve crossed the line, Aliya, and I’ll make sure I match your energy,” she threatened before turning and swiftly leaping from tree to tree. I let out a heavy sigh of relief. The last thing I wanted was a fight. I turned to Samantha, who was trembling with fear. I had so much to say to her, but I chose to remain silent, focusing instead on keeping my emotions under control. “Let’s go,” I said as I headed deeper into the woods. I moved as quickly as I could, my senses alerted to every sound and movement around us. I was determined to put as much distance between us and Lilith as possible, constantly checking our surroundings to make sure no one was following. “You’re moving too fast. Wait up,” Samantha called from behind me, hurrying to catch my pace. I didn’t say another word. I was so furious that I could barely bring myself to look at her. “I know you’re angry, Aliya, but I only came out to hunt. Lilith was the one who attacked first—” “Tell me why I shouldn’t sink my fangs into you right now and make you my dinner?” I cut her off. I turned around and stalked toward her. Samantha immediately began backing away, her steps slow and cautious. “You made a deal with her so I could leave Eric? Did I ask you to do that?” “I thought I could defeat her. I had no idea she was a vampire either.” “And when you found out, you should have left.” “We don’t run from fights, Aliya. You made that rule. I had already made a deal with her, so I had to stay.” “What you did was reckless, Samantha. It could have cost everyone in my clan their lives. Who knows what would have happened to you if she had killed you?” “Well, she didn’t…” Samantha breathed heavily, forcing a faint smile that quickly disappeared. “Thanks to you.” I didn’t find it funny. My anger was consuming me, and my instincts were taking control. I grabbed Samantha by the throat, tightening my grip as I held her face in place. Slowly, I brought my claws dangerously close to her eyes. “Please, Empress Aliya. I’m sorry,” Samantha pleaded. “It won’t happen again.” “The next time you try something like this, I will kill you the same way I killed your parents. Is that clear?” Samantha nodded frantically, trembling and covered in sweat. “Crystal,” she whispered. I released her and casually wiped my hands on her clothes before turning away. We continued walking toward the clan. “Everyone is waiting for me,” I said. “They already have their wishes prepared for me to grant. I made them a promise, after all. And I’m certain you know what they’re about to ask me for.” “I have no idea,” Samantha replied softly. I stopped and turned toward her, my expression hardening. “Are you lying to me?” “No, Empress,” Samantha quickly answered. “I can’t lie to you. I genuinely had no idea what they decided on.” When we finally arrived home, I walked straight into the hall. The moment I entered, the murmuring died down. Whispers immediately replaced it. I walked majestically toward the long throne I had built years ago and took my seat. “Samantha!” I called, my voice echoing throughout the hall. “Come stand beside me.” It wasn’t unusual for the clan to see Samantha and me together. She had been at my side since the day before yesterday, and if I was going to have someone I could truly rely on, it would be her. Samantha slowly made her way through the crowd as everyone parted for her, just as they did for me. I cleared my throat and sat upright, placing both hands firmly on the arms of my throne. “State what you want me to grant you,” I commanded. The woman who had acted as my mother stepped forward. She bowed respectfully, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Then she spoke. “My Empress, I and everyone here would like you to get us houses in town, among the humans—” My hands slammed against the arms of the throne as I shot to my feet. “What?!” My voice thundered across the hall. My heart pounded violently in my chest. “What is this nonsense you have just said?” I demanded, staring at them in disbelief. “Do you even understand the gravity of what you’re asking me to do? You want to live amongst humans?” “Well, since most of us are going to school with the humans, it would be wise for us to stay in town, close to the school. That way, we can avoid raising suspicion,” the woman explained. I paused. My eyes swept across the crowd before settling on her again. “What is your name?” “Aretha,” she replied boldly, without even flinching. She wasn’t afraid of me. I scoffed. “Why?” I asked, my voice cold. “Is it because you once acted as my parent that you think you can disrespect me whenever you please?” My voice grew sharper. “Just because I gave all of you the privilege of asking for one thing, you think you can wish for whatever you want?” “I’m sorry, ma’am,” Aretha said quickly, lowering herself onto her knees. My claws emerged without warning, followed by the sharp extension of my fangs. I stepped toward her and crouched slightly, using one finger to lift her chin until her eyes met mine. “Do you really think you can get whatever you want—or disrespect me—I could kill you here and get someone else to play the role of a mother.” My eyes narrowed. I turned, facing the people. “None of you should ever forget who I am. From my records I am still older than every single person standing in this hall. So be careful with what you ask for.” I straightened, my gaze moving across the entire crowd. “If I were to let all of you go, you would be left without a leader. You would have no one to guide or protect you, and eventually, you would become easy prey. I cannot allow any of my people to be hunted down.” I fell silent for a moment. The hall remained completely still. I looked at each of them, one after another, before slowly shaking my head. “No.” My voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “I will not grant such a wish.” I returned to my throne and stared down at them. “And that is my final decision.”The look on everyone’s faces was one of pure disappointment. Honestly, I wished they would ask for something—anything—else. Never in a million years had I imagined that I would one day consider living among humans.One after another, everyone began leaving the hall, whispering words I couldn't quite make out. Only Aretha remained, standing motionless with her head bowed.“And what are you still doing here?” I asked, remaining seated majestically on my throne.Aretha said nothing. Her silence irritated me more than anything. Anger surged through me. I rose from my throne and rushed toward her, my fangs snapping into view as I nearly grabbed her by the neck.“Stop!!!!” Samantha's voice rang through the hall.I turned toward her, my gaze sharp and furious. My heart raced as I struggled to control the urge to sink my fangs into Aretha's neck and drain her dry. Rage had consumed me, leaving little room for me to reason.“Stop it,” Samantha repeated, this time walking toward me with confide
The scream of my mother that night, after the wooden stick was driven straight through her heart, still echoed in my head. The face of that man remained clear in my memory, but he no longer frightened me. I wasn't afraid of him anymore. But something had changed.The moment he looked at me after my brother was thrown over me and I fell... “Kill her!” the scarred man commanded his men.Then I woke up, drenched in sweat and trembling in horror. I pushed the coffin open. It hadn't happened that way before. In my previous memory, the scarred man had never ordered them to kill me.What is going on? I thought, my eyes darting from side to side as I desperately searched for an explanation.After several minutes, I finally pulled myself together. The night was still young, but there was no way I could fall asleep again. I went outside to look for Samantha, only to be told that she had gone hunting.“Where?” I asked one of the people outside.“She didn't say. She only mentioned that she was hu
The school gate was crowded with people, and I could detect the distinct scent of blood from each of them. I noticed the girls who had mocked me the previous day because of the way I smelled, as well as the security guard. None of them recognized me, and they simply walked past.Samantha had already explained everything I needed to know about enrolling at Central City High School, and I wasn't the only new student registering that day. To make our plan work, we used one of our people—someone old enough to pose as a parent—along with forged documents and fake transfer papers from a school that never existed.The principal, Mrs. Rebecca Ashford, struck me as someone who could easily be manipulated; with her tiny voice, she looked to me as someone fake. But I didn't care. I was over two hundred and sixty years old, my mind consumed by revenge, and I had no intention of truly studying. My plan was simple: make Eric fall in love with me, turn him into a vampire, and spend eternity together
After the salon attendant finished, she called Eric back inside.The moment he saw me, he froze.His jaw dropped, his lips parting slightly as his eyes widened in disbelief.“What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious. “What is it?”“Uh—uh…”“What?” I pressed, growing more curious by the second.He drew in a sharp breath, almost as though he had just seen a ghost. My heart sank. Did my fangs come out? Panic fluttered through me as I glanced down at the clothes I was wearing. The pink fabric looked almost ridiculously innocent—like something one of those schoolgirls would wear. I had never owned anything like it before, not even when I was a child.Eric finally turned toward the attendant. “Didn't you give her a mirror? Didn't you let her see herself?”The attendant shook her head. “She said she didn't want to look in the mirror.”I straightened my shoulders and met Eric's gaze head-on. “I didn't want to,” I said quietly. “I have my reasons.”I couldn't bring myself to look at the person
I didn't rest throughout the day. I wandered aimlessly, like a restless mother searching desperately for her child. I couldn't shake the words that young man had said to me. The scent of his blood still lingered in my mind, stirring something within me. I was lost in thought, unsure of what to do. I considered following his scent and tracing his blood wherever he had gone, but he was already far away.My eyes remained wide open until dawn as I lay awake, lost in thought and calculating the hours in my head. When it was almost noon, I hurried into the woods—the very place where I had seen him pass before. I waited patiently for him to appear.Other humans passed by, but they held no interest for me. I lingered in the woods for what felt like an eternity, pacing from one corner to another along the cliff that dropped sharply toward the road, never taking my eyes off the path.Finally, I saw him approaching from afar.My heart began to race again. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Quietly
Two hundred and sixty years ago, my parents were burned alive by a man I swore with my life to take revenge on. No matter how hard I tried, I could never let go of that memory, because that was what I lived for.The night was bitterly cold and unusually dark. Everyone in the house was fast asleep except me. Then I heard voices—strange voices coming from outside, or so I thought.I hurried toward my parents' room, but as I reached the door, I realized the voices were coming from inside.“Please, don't hurt my children,” my mother pleaded. “Let him go,” she cried, referring to my little brother, who clung to her like a frightened child refusing to let go.I placed my ear against the door, trying to hear what they were talking about. Instead, I heard the cry of my little brother.The moment the door slowly drifted open, I saw everything. My mum and dad were kneeling before a huge, heavily built man, a scar running along the side of his face. He held a wooden stake in his hand and drove i







