My Vampire Love

Yesterday was one of the worst days in my life. It was my dad and step mom's anniversary.

I had to do almost everything because my step sister, though she's sweet and nice, she doesn't like to do too much work. You can call her lazy but she's one of those girls that dream about becoming a fashionista.

After washing the dishes, I went to my room. I was so tired that I didn't bother to change into my PJs.

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I woke up with my head aching severely. I had my bath and put on a black tank top and jean pants with a black jacket to match. I was about to open my room door when I heard hushed tones from downstairs, I recognized one of the voices as my step mom's. Half of me wanted to eavesdrop and the other half just wanted to curl up in bed for some time. Before I decided on what to do, my step mom called me

"Britt!"

I put on my slippers and went downstairs.

I saw my step mom with three men, they were all wearing suits. I saw an evil grin playing on my step mom's face which she quickly replaced with a fake smile when she realized that I was looking at her.

"Sit". She said, patting the space beside her. I sat and studied the men.

Like seriously?!? How could men look this hot and still lack essential nutrients?!?

I'm saying this because the men looked so pale and yet so hot.

Enough drooling, I have to focus on why they're here.

Is one of them Claire's boyfriend?

(My step sister's name is Claire)

" You're gonna be living with your aunt,". My step mom announced. "These men came to pick you up so get your things ready and meet us here in twenty minutes".

Wait, what?!?

I don't remember having any aunt that'd want me to live with them.

(They don't really like me)

You must be kidding!

I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs and tell them to fuck off cause I wasn't going anywhere but I still wanted answers to some questions.

"Does dad know about this?" I asked.

"He totally supports it". She replied.

Oh, really?!?

If that's true then he's definitely not the dad I knew in the past years. Dad doesn't let me stay with my friends for more than three days not to talk of living with my aunt. Someone I don't know or hardly know.

"Stop staring, go and get ready" she said.

Till then, I didn't know that I was staring.

"She doesn't need to get ready. All the things she needs are there". One of the men said.

Everything about him screamed authority.

No, not yet.

"Wait, I need two minutes. Just two minutes please". I pleaded.

The man nodded.

I ran up the flight of stairs and closed my door behind me before letting the tears fall down my cheeks.

I picked up my phone and dialed my dad's number.

"Dad?" I said with weak voice

"Britt? I'm listening".

"Do I really have to go to my aunt's home?".

He sighed

"I'm afraid, it's true".

"Really? I know you really want to get me out of your life so you can enjoy your 'marriage' with Evelyn (my step mother)but you could have easily murdered me". I said, sobbing.