If there was one thing Lyssa Norwood hated more than the fact of being a vampire herself, it was blood slaves.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you had just killed her,” Lyssa reflection shook her head at her.

“Oh shut it.” Lyssa snapped back.

Blood slaves were messy, whiny, they always brought trouble. Which is why she always tried to get rid of them as fast as possible. Some vampires actually loved blood slaves. The idea of drinking blood from the same person day in and out was impossible to Lyssa. She was a girl with an appetite and no one person could satisfy her.

“Then why did you let her live?” Her reflection asked.

Lyssa frowned to herself. It had certainly been her intention to kill Rebecca. Yet she had gotten full for the first time in her life. The delicious blood of Rebecca Cross satisfied her hunger like no one before her. She simply couldn’t kill her because she just couldn’t take in more blood.

Was it something about Rebecca’s blood type? About the girl herself? Was it just a one-time thing? She sighed. While getting ready for school she took off her red crystal necklace. She didn’t need it today being as she was full on blood thanks to Rebecca.

Still, she wasn't hungry just yet, which was strange. For Lyssa the meal she ate would usually only hold her over a day or two before she was hungry once more. Yet she was going on to three days and still felt full.

“I’ll just kill her next time. That way she won’t have time to raise any alarm and bring forth the slayers I know are hiding here.” Lyssa talked to herself as she got dressed.

She sounded different from the usual voice she used at school. Alone her natural voice came off strong and elegant with a thick English accent. Her words were sharp and clear; unlike her fake American accent, she used. 

She hated how Americans slurred a lot of their words together such as wanna and could've. Was it really so hard to say each word? Most of all she hated the many iterations of the word, you. Did ya, will yous, are y'all, and so on. She found this to be the key to the American accent. 

She perfected the art of sounding American. Anyone who heard her talk with it would never be able to tell you that she was anything but a full-blown American. Of course, that would be a lie.  

Lyssa checked her reflection over one last time her mind stuck on her issue.

The last time Lyssa had a blood slave they begged her every day to spare them. It was annoying how much they cried. They had attracted too much attention after saying their goodbyes to their family. The slayers were on her in mere days. She had to get rid of Rebecca before that happened again.

“I hate blood slaves.” She grumbled as she picked up her backpack.

She walked out of her house and set her alarm system, then in an instant, she vanished. Only to appear at school. She walked in the building per usual.

“Watch out it's the freak of the day!” Monroe called.

Oh how much she wished she could rip out his throat and bathe in his blood. The truth was Lyssa didn’t even need to go to high school. She had over three dozen high school diplomas by now but she simply went for two things.

One: to do something with herself. She often got bored and lonely.

Two: to prey on her next meal.

She sat at her usual empty table and kicked up her legs, pulling out a copy of Frankenstein and opening it to where she left off. Someone plopping down in front of her drew her eyes.

“Shouldn’t you still be at home?” she raised her brow. Once again using her fake accent. 

“I convinced my mom I was okay. Besides if I am going to figure out how to kill you I need to know everything about you.” Bex said.

Lyssa pursed her lips in a tight line, letting her eyes go back to her book.

She was convinced now more then ever that if she didn’t kill Rebecca soon, the girl would cause trouble and get the slayers involved. It was unfortunate for Rebecca that she didn’t heed Lyssa’s warning about leaving her alone. Now she would have to die sooner rather than later.

“So, I uh... got you something,” Bex said a mischievous grin on her face.

Lyssa sighed and set the book down, realizing it was futile.

“What are you on about now?” she asked.

“Behold!” Bex whipped a bag of garlic out of her backpack.

The garlic was still in bulbs and in a plastic ziplock bag.

Lyssa couldn’t help but laugh.

Bex frowned.

“Aren’t Vampires like allergic to garlic or something?” she asked in confusion.

“As if, we just—” Lyssa was cut short as Bex opened the bag.

The harsh smell of garlic hit her sensitive nose. She recoiled back.

“Ah ha!” Bex said is triumph moving the bag closer to her.

“Stop it!” Lyssa hissed.

“I knew it!” She moved the bag even closer.

Lyssa gaged.

“I am not allergic, I just hate the smell!” she hissed, smacking the bag out of Bex’s hands.

“Uh, you dropped this.” Joan grabbed the bag off the floor and handed to Bex.

Lyssa pinched her nose shut and quickly got up to leave.

“What’s going on Bex? Why you sitting with her?” Joan asked.

“What’s the matter, Lyssa? Garlic, not your taste?” Bex teased moving the bag around her.

Lyssa gaged again before quickly running off.

“Ha!” Bex said in triumph.

“Okay, what the heck is going on?” Joan demanded.

Lyssa ran into the girls restroom and gagged. That smell was awful. Being a vampire meant all her senses were heightened including her smell. Garlic was so harsh it almost burned as she inhaled it. She could still smell it lingering on her skin.

She quickly washed her face and hands and tried her best to scrub the smell off of her.

That is it, that girl is so dead! Lyssa thought to herself. Urgh! Out of all the blood slaves it had to be the most annoying girl in the whole school.

The bell rang causing Lyssa to grunt in annoyance she pushed past a girl walking into the restroom.

During lunch, Lyssa took up her usual seat and once again pulled out her book. Before she could read off one sentence Bex was back. Sitting across from her.

“You are testing my patience.” Lyssa sneered.

“Okay, so the garlic obviously worked. According to my research, this should work too.”

Lyssa looked up as Bex put a cross on her forehead. She gave her a look that said, really, did you really just put a cross on my forehead?

Bex frowned.

“Uh the power of Christ compels you?” she tired.

Lyssa slapped the wooden cross from her hands and picked her book back up.

“Okay what about this!” she pulled out a bottle of holy water.

She flicked a few drops at Lyssa. Who once again slapped it out of her hands in annoyance.

“Keep testing me slave and I'll have your heart for dinner,” Lyssa grumbled turning the page in her book.

“Okay, what about this!” She pulled out a plain spoon.

Lyssa sighed and set the book down.

“What are going to do, scoop my eyes out?” she snorted in amusement.

“No, it’s made of silver.” Bex frowned.

At that, she saw Lyssa get on edge. Her whole body tensed up. She slid back in her seat and put some distance between the spoon and herself. Bex smirked and threatened her with it, she flinched away.

“Get it away!” she hissed.

“Why? You scared?” Bex teased.

She touched the spoon to Lyssa’s skin, and it burned her. She cried out and held her hand where the spoon had touched. Bex flinched not expecting that reaction. Lyssa looked at her and her eyes flashed red, she was ticked. Bex gulped.

“Bathroom, now!” Lyssa growled.

No matter how much Bex wanted to resist every fiber in her body obeyed the command, her legs moved without her say so. Her body walking into the girl's restroom. Her heart beat like a mad woman as fear coursed through her veins.

In the bathroom, Lyssa grabbed Bex by the throat and slammed her against the wall.

“If you ever do that again, I will snap your neck with one squeeze do I make myself clear!?” she yelled.

Bex nodded.

“No garlic, no silver. When you go home today you will throw all of that out of your house. Or else, am I clear?”

She nodded again.

“What did I tell you about pissing me off? Test me one more time and I swear to you I will end your life.” She growled.

“S-sorry.” She whimpered.

“You are my slave so you obey my rules. Disobey me and there will be a price to pay.” She dropped her onto the floor. “now get the hell out of my sight before I change my mind.” She hissed.

Bex quickly got to her feet and ran out of the bathroom.

Lyssa winced and looked to her hand. A burn mark the shape of the back of the spoon stared back at her. She whimpered and ran it under cold water. Looks like she was going to have to kill Rebecca after all. She sighed to herself and dried her hand before walking back to the table.

Bex was gone and she was alone again. Just like she liked it. She kicked her legs up on the table and opened her book.

“Bex what the hell is going on! Why are you picking on Lyssa?” Joan demanded as Bex sat with her friends.

“Picking on her! Ha, yeah right, more like she’s picking on me.”

“What is going on? Since when do you know Lyssa Norwood?” Jaden asked.

“I don’t she, I, ugh! I can’t explain it without sounding crazy. Long story short I just have to get to know her so I can take her down.”

“Okay, this is getting more interesting by the second. Why do you want to take down Lyssa Norwood?” Mike leaned forward.

“She’s a freak! A psycho! You guys have no freaking idea.”

“Ever since the other day you’ve been acting really weird.” Darci pointed out.

“Just drop it okay, just know that Lyssa Norwood is enemy number one and we have to take her down. The greater good is at stake here!”

“Bex, have you lost your mind? Are you running a fever again? Are you feeling okay?” Joan probed her head for emphasis.

“Stop it!” Bex smacked her hand away.

“Just tell us, come on, we won’t laugh.” Mike crossed his heart.

“Fine, Lyssa Norwood is a Vampire.” She said.

The table was silent.

“You’re serious?” Darci asked.

“Ugh! See! Told you!”

“Vampires aren’t real.” Jaden chuckled.

“Yes they are and she is one!”

“Okay, it’s official you’ve lost your mind.” Joan pat her on the back.

“Wow, this is kind of funny. Is she like allergic to garlic or something?” Mike teased.

“Yes!” Bex said.

Joan frowned recalling the garlic incident this morning.

“And silver burns her skin!” Bex went on.

“Well, why doesn’t she combust in the sun?” Jaden played along.

“I don’t know. I’m not a vampire expert.”

Just then the throbbing came back full force. Bex hissed and drew her hand to her chest. Her eyes darted to Lyssa across the cafeteria. Lyssa flashed her red eyes as a warning, then the throbbing stopped.

“Just forget it. It was just a joke.” Bex grumbled.

“You really are something else.” Darci sighed.

“If I was you I would leave Lyssa Norwood alone.” Jaden nodded.

“Yeah, girl can be brutal.” Mike shuddered.

“Whatever.” Bex poked her food.

Joan eyed her before her own brown eyes scanned the cafeteria for Lyssa. The two made eye contact. Joan narrowed her eyes at her. Lyssa raised an eyebrow. Then the bell rang. Joan blinked and Lyssa was gone.

After school, Lyssa walked home per usual. She was home in seconds. She threw off her backpack and then stripped out of her clothes. Her pale skin was covered in many scars and marks. A very large scar right dead center of her back.

“Well, that girl looked fishy.” She said to her reflection as she put on her red necklace.

“She might be a slayer.” Her reflection concurred.

“Maybe, or just an overprotective friend. Can’t jump the gun just yet. If only Rebecca would keep her mouth shut.”

“So how are we going to kill her?” The reflection asked.

“Hmm, good question. I’ll have to get creative on this.”

Lyssa sat in her bathtub which was filled with scolding hot water. She sighed in relief as the hot water penetrated her ice-cold skin allowing her to feel some semblance of warmth. This daily routine has become her favorite part of the day.

She grabbed a remote by her bathtub and clicked an on button. Speakers throughout her whole house began to play soft classical music. She sighed and relaxed even more in her bathtub. Her body sinking lower into the boiling water.

After she was done with her bath she watched as the sun set and as soon as it did she jumped off her roof and transformed into a bat flying off into the night.