The beginning:
Solorella sat on her parents’ bed watching her father carefully tend to her older brother Marcus’ wounded leg. Solorella was still stressed out about what happened lately. Giving into her habit that she had, she grabbed the nearest piece of fabric near her and began sucking on it. After 5 minutes of sucking on the nearest piece of fabric, she spits it out and silently yelps in pain putting her hands on stomach. Solorella looked at herself in the mirror watching herself grow 2 sets of fangs.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall who’s the prettiest vampire of them all.” She said with a squeal. Solorella suddenly grew hungry. She began to have a strange craving for elk blood. Solorella silently slid off her parents’ bed. She tiptoed towards their bedroom door in which was left opened. She continued to tiptoe out into the hallway. Very quietly she made her way towards the squeaky steps. Very gently she made her way downstairs. Her stomach continued to growl as she made her way towards the castle doors.
“Must have elk blood.” She muttered dragging herself...