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.