Princess Kiara'a Lust for Revenge

Eighteen. It is such a special age for humans. The age when they are officially adults minus the maturity or wisdom that should come along with it. I remember my human life in bits and pieces. Initially, it was pleasant and average.  One night we were planning a trip to the amusement park nearby, and in a couple of hours, our lives changed for the worse. My sister and I were secretly awake and planning on the rides we wanted to take, only to be interrupted by a howl that echoed so hard that every piece of furniture in our house started to shake and move.  All I remember is a strong smell of sweaty fur, much stronger than the stench our dog used to carry during summer. The sound of our windows crashing and four furry beasts strolling around our house as if they owned it. It felt like a scary dream which I never quite woke up from. The next morning the floors of our house were filled with broken glass, police officers surrounding my parents. My mother constantly crying as my father tried to comfort her and no traces of my sister in any corner.  I never heard a peep out of my mother ever again. All she ever did was space out and blankly look out of the window waiting for her younger daughter to return. Her health deteriorated day by day. She turned paler and thinner overnight. Her eyes were always red and soggy, each vein on her face visibly popped out. One day we heard a thud coming from her room. On opening the doors we found the windows open and the limp body of my mother splattered on the pavement as blood from her head streamed down the road. Soon my father started drowning his sorrows and himself in alcohol. I could rarely understand drunken slurs he uttered. He cried all day and drank all night. One day he sobered up, dressed like he used to, and told me we were going on a trip.  We went to a big house filled with children running haywire and nuns running after them. That was the last I ever saw him. All I remember is him constantly telling me to never forget that how special and loved I am. And it is because he loves me that he is sending me to a special home. Soon the nuns turned into my mother, nanny, and teachers. Playing with the other kids always kept me distracted. Sometimes other grown-ups would show up with gifts, play with us all day long and read us stories. Very few of them would frequently return and remember our names. Soon I was adopted by my new family. Their house was twice the size of our orphanage, and each room was larger than the other. The only thing which struck out as odd to me at the time was how the freezer was always packed with blood bags instead of ice cream and frozen food.  It was only a matter of time until I learned who they truly were, and who I truly was. Vampire. Not your ordinary, fictional glittering, or burning when exposed to sunlight Vampire. Our family ruled all the vampires who crawl around Earth. Just like humans, our kind had evolved with time. Instead of magical rings, we used sunscreen before stepping out under the sun. SPF 50 is enough to protect our skin from sun damage. Werewolves and Vampires weren't eternal enemies. We got along well and would often work side by side on our mission to capture those who went rogue. We frequently watch and read the stories to see and laugh at how inaccurately the humans portrayed us.  They could tell a vampire apart from a human, even if they interacted with them on a day-to-day basis. We go to the same schools, colleges, and workplaces. We show off our extravagant life on Snapchat and i********: just as much as we do. Speaking of extravagant, today I turn eighteen. Finally old enough to be crowned princess and exercise my royal authority over my Vampire subjects. Finally powerful enough to search for those who separated me from my younger sister and tore my family apart.