4.A Black Rose letting my Blood to drip and my Lust begins.

Personally, I think I'm like one crazy lady vamp! One second, you see me roar with anger and the next thing you know, you'll be seeing me giggling and laughing my ass off to the jokes that is entertained by the sexy rockstar junkie of mine. Told you, he's a charmer. He can easily make you fly to his heart, yeah as easy as flipping a coin up to the air. I hate every time he gets my attention when he shouldn't be getting any of it. And it's pretty 'nice' to know my dearly sister is actually supporting the bad boyfriend here! No thanks but thanks, anyway you've made me do a litte thinking, though. And plus, I'm starting to think that you actually got a point, at least he wasn't on some weird pills, just some typical happy pills.

It was nice to hear his voice again, yeah even phone-calling voice counts. I left Aurora hanging and went straight back to my room after releasing everything that got tangled in my little messed up mind world to her. Amorette was not in sight, I guess she had another sleepover. I'm not talking about the typical girly little girls' sleepover, this so-called sleepover I have to mention is the sexy, vicious immorality party where girl meets boy and they know what to do. Plus, with a seductive black lace vampire on the loose, one bloody wicked night should be pictured as the scene. One hot damn guy must be trapped under her claws. Tempt them, Amorette. That's all you do. And that goes to you too, Aurora.

A sweet rose scent that brought a sense of mysterious came from my room, calling me to enter the door that has a signage of my very own name, Annika, carved in a artsy black gothic font. At least my room is at ease, not like Aurora's, blasting loud music as though like she is hosting a club in her room. Thankfully, I got the far far away room from those twins, phew. The wall is in plain shades of pink decorated with a crawling swirleys of a beautiful butterfly motive in black, covered almost every part of the wall, making my room even darker, less pink more black. I've thrown myself on my soft pink satin dressed bed, eyeing to the ceiling with the black crystal dangling chandelier hanging above while reaching for that one bouquet of black roses with a vintage paper with the word 'Sorry' written classically on it. I know it's not easy for him to deal with the drugs, he was on urge to stop but I guess he needs a lot more to learn how to control his desire. Why is it so easy for him to control his blood lust than this druggie issue? Sigh, sometimes I feel guilty on pulling him to join me feeding some food source alternatives.Where are my vampire values huh? The one stated that human's blood is your food seems to be blurried in my mind. Maybe because I got the influence from my living life as a human in the day and a vampire by night. Humans are innocent, they do not want to die just because someone sucked his or her blood all out and they surely do not want to be a monster like us, so why bug them?

I can't help myself, for his love, I'll do anything "You're forgiven ." I said my words out softly and sincere through that little pinky gadget of mine which directs me to that one hottie vampire who pratically lives somewhere far from the city, up on the hill in a vintage-like mansion. It may be old on the structures but the interiors are absolute bizarre! You may have a scary feeling when it comes to entering the mansion but once you're there, you can tell that the mansion belongs to a young sexy rockstar. The whole haunted look was only meant to ward off the annoying humans, keeping them unaware of the fact that their favourite rockstar around lives as a creature of the night. Nobody knows the old mansion is his lair except for all of our kind, of course!

"How'd you like the roses?" His voice seemed to be very seriously sexy on the line. " You know me too well. I love black roses and what more when it comes from you." Praised him again, shouldn't do that! I playfully took out one of the roses to just admiring the beauty of it and at the same time, filling my nostrils with the scent of that delicate wild black rose. I love it when he started to pamper me with my favourite stuff. "Meet me, tonight then, my love?" The sexy rocker who seems not to be stoned asked for a date night since he knew he need to do a lot of explaination, as always. I was about to say "Sure" but I came out with an "Ouch!" as I got a cut from the thorn on that one wicked black rose on my hand. Blood started to flow out from the wound I just made on my skin.

"Baby, you okay?" He was getting worried only to hear the pain expressing tone. I just stared at my bloody red blood, dripping slowly, drop by drop from the tips of my foe finger. I lost in my thoughts, it's been a while since I've last encountered a fresh blood coming right off the skin. Even it was my own blood, the blood was fresh and seems to be too delicious to let it go to waste. Imagine if it was a human's blood, would I pass? Even though it was seen in front of your vary eyes? "Annika!" My mind finally came back to reality where a sexy rockstar was left hanging on the other line. "Oh sorry." That's all I've managed to say since I was still in the state of being a blood hypnotic. "Everything's alright?" I know my sweetheart, he won't give up until he receive some answers. "Just got a cut." My lines are short, it seems weird. "Annika, listen to me. Go and wash away the blood now." He ordered as if like I'm a little girl who couldn't take care of herself, shesh. Well, I eventually washed it away anyway but water was not the medium. Can I say it was my saliva? Oh, What was I thinking? Licking my very own blood as a process of cleaning? How hypocrite am I all this while? Putting a barrier against the lust of hunting down my main source of food? So, it fired me back. I was treating myself with my own blood, how crazy could that be? And now, I crave for more fresh blood! I'm hungry. Wait til my rockstar boyfriend hear about this. I can sense he's here to pick me up. Ciao for now, everyone.

3.Fancy running into you.

The game of releasing your inner anger is being played by my eldest sister. I mean I don’t blame her famous boyfriend for dating her. She’s undeniably gorgeous but sometimes she’s quite inadequate of her anger management towards her boyfriend not to mention trust. Don’t get me wrong, I personally think that a rockstar junkie is so good for her so that her boring innocent self will put to sleep while the real wild one comes out and play. Like recently we had this party bash and she was all out with her boyfriend at his Audi’s back seat. Talk about massive hoo -ha! Annika, if your invading my diary I’m sorry you have to read this but isn’t it for your own good babe? For once, I actually approve of the guy you’re dating, at least his not some kind of a hot psycho path who thinks algebra is the language of love.
“I told him so many times but he wouldn’t listen, well he did but he hesitated. How’s that suppose to make me feel better about this pill thing?” Her eyes went into a depression mode when it sets down on to the midnight black marble floor. Newsflash, we live in a posh penthouse where everything a girl could desire is there to watch for from beautiful vintage wallpapers to glassy walls accessorizing with falling out of the sky down pour of rich fountain to modernize couches and a walk in closet with every designer clothes there is from Alexander Mcqueen to Zara.
“Chill, I mean look on the bright side at least his not taking some pregnancy pill? I mean wouldn’t that be weird.”
“Aurora!” her hand took side of my shoulder with a hard slap.
“Ouch, I was just trying to lighten things up. Aw come on I know someone needs a huggie wuggie.” My arms spread waiting for her to come in but all I get was. “Hold that thought, think his calling me now.” She put her foe finger up as her voice answered her metallic pink blackberry especially made for her. If you think she’s spoilt try my obnoxious twin sister. God she hits on everything that moves well everything that has a thing that connects human to human that is.
“You’re welcome!” Before the door closes completely after I walked into my bedroom those words were the words I shout out loud. Something made my lips turns upwards when I actually see that a white Guess shirt along with a Calvin Klein low rise jeans were gone from where they remain last night. Oh yeah, I had a goodnight exercise and one famished meal before my body were put to rest. The photographer of his Guess advert today would be shock when he captured those two punctured holes on his right chest in his film. Silly me, how could I be so careless. Oh well wonder what story will he make up. A vampire bit me? Hah. Like someone would actually believe that. The only walking vampires people are obsessing about are the cullens and that idiotic klutz of Edward, bella. Heck, they’re only portraying one which weren’t that good anyway. I mean come on, Who Sparkles? Stephenie Meyer you so need to get yourself check into a vampire rehab. No offense.
The music from my build into floor stereos glamour with red roses and vine thorns fills up every inch of my Victorian meets hardcore rock edgy bedroom so that the silence is killed. My long torso with a perfect shaped got slipped with a white shirt by Yves Saint Laurent as my legs were lavished with True Religion skinny jeans. My feet sang high with these pair of pumps from Jimmy Choo’s donned in a black panther’s leather. The elevator opens its doors for me after I pressed the button that directs its arrow downwards. When I stepped foot inside I found myself encountering with a handsome figure whom spells red hot meat to my eyes that I formed a simple smile that can catch any prey’s off its feet.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
And we kissed passionately with arms wide around each other, devouring indeed. Sorry, needed to cut short you thirsty souls, love ya.

2.I drown myself in Bloody Tears of Love while the moon fades away as the Sun's coming to shine.

So, I'm a modern living vampire but my art of writing seems to be so vintage. Clearly to say, I'm the oldest among the three and well, isn't that make any sense to you? I'm older, the wiser and the goody too-shoes, taking care of my wildly untamed twin sisters is my main priority! Without me in their lives, they would ended up in a big bloody hole, trapped in a world of darkness, as if being a vampire doesn't belong to the dark, huh? But for one thing, the word 'seduce' in the black lace clan is like a must! You'll have your own way of being a killer temptress, whether in a sex kitten mode or even in a mysteriously shy cat manner as long as you're sexy enough to grab all the eyes of the bloody seekers. Really, the choice is all to you.

In a typical Friday Night, under the beautiful moonlight, a sort of massacre of bloodsucking party filled with bunch of highly rich and famous vampires around, all in black with a wicked art of black colour liner painted on each of their dazzling pair of eyes while they have the excitement to enjoy a glam rock music that will hypnotize you in every music note created, was held at the graveyard in the deep dark woods where it is an off-limit spot for mortals. Obviously, I won't miss this party every time it was havocking the night out. Skipping it would be like skipping my heartbeat to live on! For another obvious reason, I couldn't resist myself not to see my gorgeous full-blooded vampire boyfriend. He was always to die for! I'm already dead anyway but for sure I would kill myself if our passionate bond of the 'L' word break into million shattered pieces.


His cold and smooth skinned hand gently grabbed my fit waist to have a direct contact with his body as soon as his eyes were showing an image of a pale black haired girl in a little sexy black lacey dress coming to his way. "My dollface." Gently spoken by him while his fingers was playing with my Japanese doll inspired hair-like fringe. A moment after that, I could see on his flawless glowing face that he was stretching his smile like he always do every time he caught me in his muscular arms. He may be six feet tall with a skinny body but hey, he's already gorgeous in his own very unique way, so why bother the fact that he doesn't have a hot bod. And do take this note, I'm not like Aurora and Amorette who craves for a delicously treat from a sexy big He-man! His sexy mohawk and beautiful ghostly voice are good enough to let me travel in a journey of love together with him as my true companion.

"Sorry for being a latecomer, baby." I apologized. He is the host of that wild party of course, and for not having his lover by his side would be such shame. "Had a drama issues with my sisters." Yeah, I blamed on those two bratty sisters of mine. They just couldn't stop biting some innocent model-like mortals and practically change them into one of us. Lure comes first and these sexy wild untamed girls will for sure win the hearts of every sexy mortals in town and not to forget their blood too. Someone wouldn't be that happy about it to see them acting like that and that someone should be me. I do drink fresh mortal bloods but only occasionally. In a matter of fact, I had the power to control my lust. Duh, that's because I have a full supply of blood, not the fresh ones but still, it is food anyway, all derived from the hospital blood banks robbed by my one and only lover's loyal minions.

That one sexy rocker of mine is a charmer. I bet my love life would be dull without having him around. Last night, after a long hours of throwing out his sexy voice to the crowd, the party was officially about to get over since dawn was on its way. Breathtaking kisses were exchanged by us, one after another, it was so fiery as if like we haven't kiss each other for many centuries! The hot kisses brought up to heat, those luscious lips of his kept biting and biting and his fingers has made a way from my hair to my sexy back. And the next thing you know, a hot scene were created in somewhere secret and quiet, only for the two of us to have the pleasure of playing lovegame. We had our passionate intimate moment not until it was interupted by his very own blood brother who practically love to disturb us during our love connection session. "Woo..I'm enjoying this, don't stop now." I pushed the shirtless rockstar away from me, without having a t-shirt on he look as sexy as hell, revealing his collection of sexy body tattoos on the right side of his bone appealing body, a star near on his pelvic and that gothic written wordings on his wrist, simply alluring! I quickly grabbed my black dress laid on the grassy ground and put it back on my torso, so I'm an instant mannequin now, great! Lucky me, I still had my lingerie on to cover my private body parts! An angry look was given to my loverboy, giving him signals that his twin brother is like a fly buzzing and flying here and there with an annoyance just to get on your nerves.

"What do you want, brother?" The rockstar was asking in curiosity, judging by the fact that his very own brother ruined his naughty fun scene with me. "Nothing really, just thought that you might want this to let loose, tonight!" The dreaded hip-hop rocker gave a high passed of a bottle of bloody red tablet pills and he managed to catch it on his hand. "Enjoy and don't swallow the whole bottle like you did last time." The hottie hip-hop walked away right after he gave me his playful wink. I crossed my arm and stared at my love, "Just throw it away, baby." I wouldn't want him to sunk the drug down on his throat, again. Yes, it gets you feel high. Even in a vampire world, a drug is surely exist. A tablet made from a junkie's blood, so what do you expect? For a rockstar, him and his band seemed to believe with the whole sex, drugs and rock & roll theme. So, the drug is like a weapon for them to have an awesome wicked time. I could see his eyes were gazing right at the tablets like it was hypnotizing him without even listening to my words. "Remember baby, you've made a vow to me not to take them again!" He gulped and still remain silent. "Fine. Go and follow your brother's order, take that crap and just leave me!" I was devistated on his unsure hessitation, I went back home, fell in a deep sleep with tears shed on my sparkling black eyes. And yeah, until now. The tears won't stop flowing down my cheeks.

This is an issue to me, I'm a wild girl, I admit that but hey I'm not like those rampaging vampires who clearly destroy their very own immortal life on being a druggie vamp. And obviously, I wouldn't want my boyfriend to be as one too. Well it is fine with me if a vampire is addicted to blood but certainly the screwed up and unhealthy type of blood is a big 'No, No'. Well, my sexy rockstar better take a full control of that stupid desire of his because it wasn't the first time we had a row concerning about this, we've gone through a lot already! He got influenced like that's so obvious, I don't know what kind of spell did his brother use to get into his mind, but then again, they're only vampires not a mixed blood of witch. I guess, he loves his brother so much, so he'll do anything what he says. You can say my vampire rockstar is perfect but little that everyone knows, he doesn't qualified to own that perfection title at all!

Oh my, I just got a text message on my cell. It's him, he wants to meet up. Gotta dry up my eyes now. Will write more soon, lovelies.