Vandelion Series 1: Droplets Of Blood

Living in a faraway land with only few neighbors is not really a problem with me. I’ve been living this way ever since because my momma is really complicated. She always want us to migrate to different places which I don’t understand and whenever I ask why, she’ll tell me it’s for my own good. Why will it be for my own good if it is me who always adjust whenever I transfer school?   Tomorrow is my 18th birthday. There will be no classes too. I always celebrate my birthday with my momma. I have no genuine friends and all I meet is just my acquaintances. No girls want to befriend me and I don’t want boys as my friends. Tonight, I and my momma will sleep in one bed again. This is our way of celebrating, spending more time with each other. We have no means to prepare a grand party whenever we celebrate. The money that we spend is from the wealth of my late father. Momma also came from a rich family but she was

I felt my throat drying and my forehead creased at the hear of it. Is he a playboy? Or does a playboy exist in vampire world? Wait, do they have different world or they're also living here on Earth and they just appear to be humans? But then, he doesn't know teachers, so they're not living here. I nodded to myself. "You'll teach me?" It made me look at him and saw how his eyes twinkled in excitement. I winced when i didn't even saw a slight movement from his lips indicating that he's pleased or happy! Is it required to be serious if you're a vampire? "No... I mean yes. I mean... we can't really teach someone to love," even i, got confused with my answers. I heaved a sigh. "Teachers teach the childrens about thier lessons, proper behaviors and many others but they don't teach someone to love." I touched my left eyebrow in frustration and took a bite from the fruit. He just stared at me with his expressionless face, gone the twinkling excitement in his eyes

His rugged breathing was the only thing that i heard as my mind wander to many thoughts. Why do we tend to complicate things because of thinking too much? If thoughts brings peace of mind, it also confuses and puts our head in turmoil. I suddenly wondered if my name is ugly. I liked my name and saying it over and over again is my pass time whenever i get bored. I disliked any endearments because my name is the prettiest word for me. Aside from the well-known flower in it, i really liked the thought that it came from both my mother and father's name. My brows furrowed in confusion as i think of my father's name. What is his name? Why does Momma don't wanna tell me? Is she still hurt? She hasn't moved on yet? I almost forgot that my feelings got hurt by the vampire until his hand caressed my bare arms. I had goosebumps all over. I didn't want to look at him and see for his reaction again. I'll just get disappointed. His action seems sweet but i know how his face lo

I didn't thought that i can actually enjoy in school until i meet them. My first ever friends. The choose one plus one bundle.Honey suddenly shrieked while we're passing the music room. It is where the popular students in the school can be spotted. Most of them loves music. Bobby hastily used his left hand to cover her mouth when their attention went to us at the same time Honey closed her mouth forcefully. She accidentally bit him which made Bobby scream too. I quietly giggled when they argued and didn't mind the attention the people around is giving them anymore. I shook my head while slowly stepping forward, not really intending to leave the two of them behind. I just want then to notice that i'm not with them anymore. It will make them forget what they are arguing about for awhile and prioritize finding me. "What? You're hungry? You wanna eat me? Honey, i'd like you to know that i don't wanna be eaten by you! I want someone else...like someone," he

You know the feeling of being haunted? It's what i felt after that incident. When i thought he came back. I fear the thought of bumping into him like i'm the one who left. As if i was at fault. When in fact, it was him.I don't know why anger doesn't surface when i think about him nowadays. Its the longing that prevails. As if i've been waiting for him. When in fact, i've tried to move on and forget about him. I despise the thought that i still remember him. That the thought of him still affect me. Even if he left me. "Rose, are you okay?" Honey's worried voice is what i heard. I hummed while nodding. "Just got lost in my thought. Why?" I smiled.Her eyes empathically narrowed. "It's our last day. I've imagined you...being cheerful and well, happy? Your expression doesn't give any hint of happiness. I wonder why, hmmm?" I didn't even remember that it will be our last day for OJT. My mind is elsewhere. I can't focus. And it just frustra