Ron hungrily sucked on Vida's blood, his normally ebony eyes glowed red. He was mad, hungry and sad and the only thing that could quench his emotions was her presence. Vida felt as if her soul was being sucked out by him, however, she could only close her eyes and let fate play with her. However, just as dizziness began to wash over her, Ron stopped sucking her blood.
Vida sighed heavily and tiredly from having to endure everything. The past few weeks treated her badly and because of her stress, she got a miscarriage. She requested a break at work and luckily she got approved. She had needed to get far away from the city, somewhere he wasn't there because thinking about him only brought her pain. Nonetheless, here she was, enjoying the intoxicating effect she had on him.
Looking at Ron's situation, she recalled her dark past, one that had traumatized her and none knew about it. Not even Ron. One that made her hate herself and all of humanity, especially the vampire race.
Vida growing up in the village wasn't easy. She had to scramble and struggle to get an education, however, she managed to study for a few grades. Her mother was sold as a slave when she was five years whereas her father left them for another woman. Finally, she was left homeless, she struggled amidst the pit of vile vampires until she was taken to a foster home.
Just as she thought she was safe, Vida was subjected to harsh treatment. She had to act as a blood pack for the vampire kids. With nowhere to run to and no one to complain to, she could only swallow the pain.
Those were the rough days until she reached the age of 12. The memory of that livid night had been etched in her mind. On that night, she was awoken by the head foster lady whom she regarded as her mother since she was the only person who cared for her the most.
Staring at the lady under the full moon, she realised she wasn't normal. She felt her tattered dress wet, and when she touched it, she saw her hands covered in blood. It was not hers. It seemed to be coming from her foster mother who had put forth full weight on her.
She shook the lady but she could only feel her bated breath caress her neck. She heard the woman whisper in her with difficulty, "D-don't s-say anything….t-they a-are coming…"
Young Vida furrowed her brows in confusion wondering who was coming and just she felt the door to her dorm burst open. She heard the screams of the other children as they begged not to be taken. While the others seemed to be harassed so badly. The foster mother used her last strength and smeared the frightened Vida with blood before they could land on her.
The frightened screams of the kids sent shivers down her spine while tears streamed down her face. She couldn't figure out what was happening but she knew she had to hold her breath.
She heard a male voice that vibrated into the room, "Search the room, make sure no single soul is breathing. Whatever breathing soul, slaughter to death…hahaha..such beautiful screams make me feel good."
A couple of moments later, Vida felt the room turn as silent as a graveyard. No single soul breathing or a scream or the occasional enchanting stories that she heard from her roommates while she pretended to sleep.
Her only guardian angel, the person she called mother, now lay on top of her lifelessly. Though she had shielded her from landing in a cave of hungry bloodthirsty beasts. She sobbed silently for fear of being found out by the bad guys.
Vida sobbed until darkness enveloped her, acting as an escape route from reality. Maybe it was just a dream and it would soon come to an end once she woke up the next day. The next day, Vida flickered her eyes open only to be welcomed by a cold breeze and a strong scent of blood that wafted into her nose.
The room was slightly dark with a small window like that of a penitentiary room, she could hardly see. She used her little strength and pushed her mother's corpse aside. She stood up dizzily and walked past the aisle of corpses until she stumbled on something hard. Looking down to see, she saw her dear friend. Another person she cherished apart from her foster mother.
Her eyes stared at the ceiling lifelessly and on a closer look, she could see her tear-stained face. Vida couldn't handle it and quickly dashed out of the room for fear of staring and the haunting figures sprawled on the ground. She aimlessly ran until she bumped into a pregnant female lady along the brightening road.
She glanced at the little pitiful girl drenched in blood. She couldn't bear to leave her alone. So she took her to her home and sheltered her. From then on Vida had a proper family. Fortunately or unfortunately the lady was a divorced lady with a little wealth that was enough to take care of herself at least for a longer time.
Presently
Vida hadn't noticed how dazed she was that tears cascaded down her fine rosy cheeks, washing away a bit of her light makeup. Ron had begun licking her neck when he felt warm droplets land on his face, endlessly. He raised his face from the crook of her neck and stared at her face, she was crying.
Looking at her like this somehow stirred something in his heart. He also felt hurt when she got hurt. 'Did I suck her too much?' He thought.
The dark colour of his eyes returned, dispersing away from the mound of complicated emotions he felt earlier. Ron called Vida a couple of times but didn't respond which made him worry. He then resorted to shaking where he shook her hand until she craned her neck to stare at him.
Her eyes were blank and clear of emotion. Seeing this, Ron didn't know what to feel anymore. He felt more confused. He had hurt her again and that was the last he wanted.
'What should I do?' he thought inwardly, deeply hurt. He had just wanted to show her how much he loved her but seemed like it wouldn't work out.