Vampirina Crying Novels & Stories

"She should've got enough blood from James to last her for a good month, if not two." "She's been crying nonstop," Zoe said evenly. "So?" "So when a Vampire cries, they go through the body's natural water first. Once that's depleted, they go through their blood supply next as their tears turn from water to blood. It's the equivalent of you humans being severely dehydrated. "Holy shit," Michael breathed, quickening his pace. *

I smiled weakly at Jenny as she began to tear up. Her blood red tears streamed down her face and she groaned. I hadn't seen a vampire cry before, but I always knew they cried blood. Seeing it in the flesh was kind of overwhelming. Her skin stained from the blood, the tissue deep red from dabbing continuously at her face. She needed another one, badly. I hugged Jenny tightly and she held onto me with a grip that made me question if I was going to make it out the cabin. Jenny held me for a few minutes before she finally let out of soft groan and pulled away. She forced a smile and wiped the blood tears from her cheeks.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.

Amèliä yelled as she tried to get attention. She heard the voice, tried to find it through the mist of thoughts and feelings. After a few moments, she finally found the face and looked into those eyes. The eyes that were a mirror to her own screamed that she hated them. Tears built up again, streaming down her face. How could she stay the person she was if she had been turned into a freaking vampire? She felt a sharp slap across her face and looked at her again. This time, she was shocked to see she was crying too.

"Get in line young ladies" "Oh don't cry sweetie, you just turned 18, it's your birthday you should celebrate" Sick! Retarded! Those were the words that came to my head when I saw the vampire lady try to console the girls crying in a mocking way. We're being sent to the auction house and I won't lie, I'm scared, I'm fudging scared. I watched the tall blonde vampire with green eyes coming towards me showing her sharp fangs.

We sat beneath a shaded grove of trees, leaning our backs against their rough bark. The cold blistered my skin, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from shuddering. “Would you like my coat?” Veronica whispered, turning to face me with wild, petrified eyes. I shook my head, confusion gnawing at my insides. She looked the same and sounded the same. I couldn’t theorise any longer. I had to know. “Are you a vampire?” I whispered back. My eyes searched hers, blue-grey and brimming with tears. I’d never seen a vampire cry before. Her chest heaved, and she nodded.

Suddenly, a cry woke me up. I heard several vampires roughly dragging a human blood slave girl. The blood slave girl was crying and begging them, "Please give me one more day of grace. I will definitely provide blood to the vampire king tomorrow. Just one day. I can't give blood to him today. I will die." I saw that the blood slave girl's arm was full of holes from sharp teeth. Her skin was pale, and she looked like she had lost too much blood. "Shut up! It is your blood slave's job to give blood to the king!"

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.