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My name is Sheila Darkness Dementia Raven Birling and I have long chestnut brown hair (that’s how I got my name) with grey streaks and light blonde tips that reaches my shoulders and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Leona Clarke (AN: If you don’t know who she is get da hell outa here!). I'm not related to Count Dracula, but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also engaged and we court at this place called The Palace in Brumley where we’ve been going for seven years. I’m 25. I’m a goth, in case you couldn’t tell, and I wear mostly black ill-fitting dresses. I love the department stores and I buy all of my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eyeshadow. I was walking around Brumley. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of lower-class preps stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.
“Hey Sheila.”
I looked up. It was Gerald Croft. My fiance and the man of my dreams. He’s also a vampire, in case you couldn’t tell.
“Sheila, are you excited for the engagement party?” He flicks his long blonde hair out of his face, it settles to cover one of his eyes. He looks so hot. His eyeliner is so cool.
“Yeah I am babe. I’ll see you tonight. You can finally meet my dad.” My dad, Arthur Birling, is the lord head vampire of all eternity but he’s reaaaalllllllyyyyyy old fashioned. But at least he will never die. That’s what makes me different from the lower class human preps. My parents will never die. Also I’m a vampire. I feel like you don’t know this.
“Babe, a human prep told me I looked bad in my dress.” I rolled my blue orbs towards the sky in frustration. Gerald looked angry.
“Babes, tell me who they are? I’ll eat that human prep like its a piece of tomato” (AN: I hate tomatoes)
“Thanks Babe. It was a worker, I think her name was something basic like Eva.” I rolled my blue orbs again. I’m so glad to have such a unique name. Not something boring and basic like Eva.
“It’s ok. I’ll deal with that basic bitch.”
“Thanks babe. Lets go and have our engagement dinner.” This engagements supposed to be really fucking important. The Crofts are like really a really old vampire family and are so fucking wealthy.
“It’s ok babe, I’ll go and find someone to eat.”
“Oh, can it be that basic bitch Eva?” My blue orbs must have been pleading, because Gerald nodded his head and picked me up with his strong muscular man arms. “Lets have Eva for dinner tonight. Now then, lets go babe ”