The Vampires Daughter

I hated my father. Hate might be to soft of a word.

Disdained.

Loathed.

Repulsed.

Abhorred.

He was an abomination. A monster. A vampire.

As was I, thanks to dear old daddy.

I hated that he brought me into this world. I was always hungry, always in need of fresh blood.

I tried to only drink the blood of the bad. Robbers, abusers, murderers, but there just weren’t enough baddies to go around because that’s what all vampires did.

I tried to think of humans as livestock, just like daddy taught me, but that didn’t help.

I was on an almost vegetarian diet. I refused to drink animal blood. Animals were helpless creatures. They were also adorable and wonderful pets.

So if I treated humans like animals, I’d die of starvation. I just couldn’t have that.

Oh, how I hated daddy.

Religion was prominent in the south, so it wasn’t that hard to persuade a human that daddy was a demon and needed to be hunted.

I waited outside church for the attendees to leave, under my umbrella of course. I was also wearing a veil over my face to make sure the sun was completely blocked out.

I looked through the crowd for the dumbest looking human amongst them. They were the easiest to persuade.

I approached a man in overalls, and in my most sensual voice, I said, “excuse me, sir, I have a job for you.”

I lead him away from the others and explained who my father was. I explained that for the sake of the church, Vlad Sinclair needed to be eradicated.

I gave the man, Billy, a wooden stake, a cross, and some holy water. I wore gloves as to protect myself from these items.

I told him just how to break into the house. Use the open window on the side.

I went home. I slept until nightfall, then waited by the window, hiding in the corner.

Bob lifted the window and climbed inside. I discreetly followed him.

I enjoyed watching people when they were unaware of my presence.

He looked around the room, looking for my father’s coffin.

I wanted to tell him he wouldn’t find it in here, but then he’d know I was following. And possibly figure out I was a vampire, too.

Bob left the room. I followed. He walked down the hallway. I was discreetly right behind him.

He finally found my fathers coffin room. It was a massive room and took him over a minute to find the coffin.

He opened it slowly. A plume of dust flew in his face. He turned his head, coughed, and turned back to the coffin, ready to lunge his stake inside my fathers heart when he realized the coffin was empty.

“Sorry, Bob. I might hate my father, but he’s still my father. I told him you were coming. We’re both quit hungry,” I said. My father and I lunged for opposite sides of his neck, sharing a nice meal.