• A nauseous feeling swept over her, from the sight and the smell of the food; the smell just intensified her blood lust. What should have been welcoming aromas filled the house. This Christmas would be drastically different than all of those previous to this year. This would be the Christmas of a twenty year old newborn, who possessed the strength and slim proportion of a being that, though it often went unnoticed, was so deadly.
    She was blonde, with deep dark brown eyes. She had been named Emerald after the stone that her mother and sister had always adored. She had just arrived home to L.A., from being away from her family at college. She was a freshman at Blueblood College in Munsond, Oregon. Hungering for her home and family, she’d come home for Christmas break to see her mother, father, and older sister Amy. Hopefully, Emerald would be able to resist her thirst for human blood when she was around her mortal family.
    Emerald had always been beautiful, but somehow in the past few months her beauty had intensified. Her skin seemed somehow paler, and her blonde hair was longer and more dramatic. Beneath her pale freckled skin, she looked absolutely nothing like she had before she left Los Angeles. Her heart no longer beat; her stomach was now a pit full of human blood. She had, in her freshman year of college transformed from an intelligent young co-ed, to an inexperienced, bloodthirsty vampire who had not yet learned how to function around humans.
    Christmas vacation wore on, making Emerald’s newborn body fierce with blood lust. Her family members smelled so succulent. Sitting in the same room with her twenty five year old sister Amy was extremely difficult. Amy’s blood has such a sweet scent; it made her mouth water. One night Emerald and Amy were alone at home, in eerie silence. Emerald walked into the study, where Amy was reading. She hadn’t fed in a month. Her eyes were a bright blood lusting red. Suddenly, she sprang up from her chair. Amy screamed a shrill, horrifying scream. This shrill sound would’ve ruptured the ear drum of any human, but for the immortal ears of Emerald, this sound was merely annoying. Every instinct in her immortal body became so heavenly aware of the fact that she’d was about to give in to blood lust. The glorious feeling of attacking the victim overtook any human sensibilities within her. She was crouched down, like the beast that she was, ferociously destroying her victim with every ounce of strength in her impenetrable, vampire body.
    Digging her fangs into Amy’s torso, Emerald was in an animalistic frenzy, unable to stop herself. She was killing her only sister, ferociously devouring the person who had always been there for her. Red encased her lips like a crimson lipstick. This shade was pricier than most: this shade bore the cost of a life. The sight of Emerald feasting would’ve been entrancing to another one of her kind. A human however, would be horrified, how could she really be doing this to her own sister?
    She stood up, looking down at the floor in great horror as she realized what she had done. Dead, lying destroyed in a pool of sweet-scented blood on the floor was her sister Amy. Emerald knew at that moment, that if she was still human, and could express human emotions, she would be crying. Emerald knew her blood lust would only compel her to further feast on her deceased mortal sister, so she vanished from the scene of the crime.