"Two Curses Two Sisters"
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My home was a small village that was surrounded by the famous Crooked Forest in Western Poland. The forest contains about 400 pine trees that grow with a 90 degree bend at the base of their trunks.I was carrying wood when I heard my mom calling me.“Aniela, sweetie, can you please come to the kitchen?”I dropped the wood and…
Our mansion was surrounded by tall metal fences. Security cameras were installed inside and outside the large property. The gate and mansion were guarded by four ex-military men who were highly recommended by one of my father’s friends.
A few minutes after my parents were gone, our nanny took my sister and me outside the mansion to get fresh air and play in a specially designed sandbox.
Our nanny saw the four guards coming her way and thought it was kind of unusual.
As soon as they were close enough one of them pointed his gun at her while another covered her mouth with tape, and restrained her arms and legs with rope.
The other two men picked my sister and me from the sandbox.
Our nanny was trying to free herself and one of the men hit her on the head with his gun.
She was left unconscious and we were taken to an uncertain fate.
A group of vampire scientists implanted specially designed molecules in all humans’ brains to separate healthy blood from the ones who have a sickness, like cancer, AIDS, diabetes, etc.
The ones with healthy blood have red nails. The ones with sick blood have brown nails.
Many healthy humans have tried to change their red color to brown using polish and other chemicals, and failed.
The color disappears within seconds of applying it.
People with red nails are forced to give blood three times a month. We have clinics that perform that kind of task all over the world.
If a human skips four visits he or she is hunted and terminated immediately.
Most vampires prefer drinking blood ‘old school’ from the human’s neck, without turning them into one of us.
Vampire royalty prefer drinking it from plasma pouches. I, in particular, prefer to drink it that way too.
"A Taste for Werewolf Blood"
When I was thirteen years old, a lethal plague spread among humans all over Bulgaria. They started dying at alarming numbers. Nerina, my older sister, was fifteen years old. We were not infected because we are vampires. Survivors took asylum in other countries, leaving my sister and me without humans to feed from.
One night we were hunting brown bears and came across a werewolf. He was eating a golden jackal. We tried to ignore him and continue our hunt, but he decided to be territorial and made defiant growls toward us. Nerina and I stopped walking and turned around to face him.
My sister accepted his challenge, and soon they were wrestling on the ground. I was getting ready to help her when she got a hold of his neck and started sucking his blood. She looked at me and made a sign with her hand to come closer. As soon as I was close enough to the werewolf, I sank my fangs into his thick neck and started feeding from him too. It was more delicious than human blood.
A taste for werewolf blood was triggered that night.