As the elevator passed the 65th floor, I noticed a feeling of happiness spread across my body. I had never felt this sensation before. It was new to me. It made me let out a sound… of maybe joy. I didn’t know why I was feeling this way. I looked around the elevator full of vampire students, and noticed it. I smelt the rust and iron. My joy was turned into fear as I screamed. Every vampire in the elevator turned towards me. Some looked like they were going to bite me while others were being held back by the older vampires. I was grabbed by the arm and yanked up into the air. I was too terrified to notice who put me on their shoulders. I looked down at my figure, seeing the tiny tooth mark that was just made by a little girl. She looked 6 years old, the same age as me.  The person holding me was hollering at the little girl now. I was still in shock so I wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying.   

 I had just finished my homework when I heard the elevator door open. I looked up, and saw Anthony walking through the doors. Behind him was Ms. Maria. She was carrying files. There looked to be about 5 of them. She went straight to Prince Anthony's office, waving hi to me as she passed. Anthony went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of blood. He put it in the microwave for a few minutes, then grabbed it. He came into the living room, and sat down at the end of the couch. ‘He must have had a hard day today…’ I felt bad for him. It must be hard to rule the world. I laughed a little to myself.  “Are you okay Sir?” I asked, looking up at him. He looked down at my pile of homework, showing no emotion on his face. ‘What could he possibly be thinking?’  “Imagine havi

The lunch went well, we barely talked. Esmerlda talked about how she was the queen's best friend, Amara let me order any desert I wanted on her, and Prince Anthony sat in silence. You could tell he did not want to be there. I ordered spaghetti with texas toast. Anthony got a supreme pizza tasting bottle of blood that had been mixed with garlic blood. I guessed it would make it taste like garlic pizza. I learned that you could mix blood to get new flavors, though I got the prince to tell me that the blood types had to be the same for this to work. Esmerlda got a bottle of blood that tastes like a fruit salad, then made a statement about how she was trying to watch her figure. Amara surprised me by her choice of blood. She may be 6, but had a refined palate. She ordered a mixture of blood that tasted like white truffle pizza. I had never had white truffle myself, but she

I woke up in my bed, feeling, hearing, and seeing better than before. It was like everything was heightened. I could hear the elevator going up and down. I could see the little fly in my room, sitting on my dresser, I could feel the silk of my cover ten times better than before. I could feel every thread. Anthony was sitting on the edge of my bed with his head in his hands. I remember what he said… he killed my mother. I wonder if I could be with him after hearing that. Did I even still want to be with him? Was it worth it? To be with my mothers murder? He turned to me as I sat up. “Asoka!” He came to my side in an instant. I did not look up at him. I was still hurt by what he had told me. “I need you to drink my blood now okay?” He went to bite his wrist, but I grabbed his hand to stop him. “No…” it was a low whisper. My voice is barely Even there. &

We laid in Anthony bed next to each other holding hands. I looked out his window. It was night time already...maybe early morning.    “Asoka?” Anthony rolled onto his side to face me. I rolled over to face him,  putting my hand in his soft, wavy hair.   “Yes, my love?’ He grinned.    “I have a question…” I looked at him. There was nothing he could say to ruin this day. I got everything I wished for. Whatever question he had… I could handle it.    “Go ahead.”   “Will you go somewhere with me in the morning?” I laughed, and a hint of discouragement danced across his face.   “I’m n