Little Blaire gazed out from the rain-streaked window of her father's mansion. Right now, she was only appeared ten years old in human years, although was really fifty five in vampire years. Her father, a very rich and powerful vampire leader, was sitting at his vintage, oak-wood desk, going through papers.
Blaire had a youthful, innocent appearence, with her big red eyes and dimples that showed whenever she grinned (which was quite often). "Where's the rest of the clan? Are they outside?" Blaire asked, in her angelic high soprano voice. "Yes, they are hunting." Her father replied. Blaire and her father looked nothing alike. It was almost as if he weren't even her real dad at all. Although if you looked closely enough, you probably would be able to see the few similarities they shared. Her father was very tall and muscular. He had shaggy black hair that was always slicked back with grease. Blaire's hair was way lighter than his. It was a pretty silvery-blonde color and cascaded along her shoulders. Although the two had a similar face shape: angular, with defined features.
Blaire skipped up to her father, velvety green dress billowing out behind her. Her father scooped her up into his arms. "Daddy, I'm hungry too! I want blood!" Blaire complained and made one of those pouty faces, that was similar to a puppy's expression. Her father gently stroked her hair. "Don't worry. Your siblings will be back in a minute and they'll have plenty of food with them." He coaxed.
Blaire also was the youngest of her three siblings. She had two twin brothers: Nathan and Erick. She also had one sister named Ella, who Blaire disliked most of the time because of how spoiled Ella tended to act. It was then that Nathan burst through the doors, dragging the mangled body of a dead human behind him. His pale white hands and face were smeared with blood. Blaire's crimson eyes lit up instantly, and she clapped her hands together eagerly. Her arms flailed about through the air as she ran towards the dead body. Blaire lunged for the freshly killed corpse, ripping her fangs in through the body's throat. Gulping and gurgling sounds came from her as she hungerily drained all the blood from the body. When Blaire pulled back, her pale rosy lips glistenned with drops of blood. "That tasted good!"
"Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts...." A whispy voice called from the corner of the room. She whipped around, silver hair flying over her shoulders, to spot one of the members from the huge clan of vampires her dad lead. "What do you mean while it lasts? Will humans run out of blood or somthing..?" Blaire asked, her dark eyes growing wide. "There is a rival clan against us, wanting our territory, wanting the humans that live in out territory, wanting to take our food away from us..." The elder vampire hissed, it's eyes flashing from the shadows. Blaire's father lept forward, fangs bared. "Leave Blaire out of this! I don't want her to get involved! I didn't tell her for a reason!" He snapped, eyes narrowed with fury. Blaire gazed up at her father, her lower lip quivering. Her eyes grew watery and they brimmed with tears. "We're all going to starve!" She cried and flung her arms around her father. Blaire's father sent a long glare at the other vampire and muttered "get out" before hugging Blaire.


~~~will finish later~~~