Daughter of Dracula (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 3

Dani's pov

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Fuck this world and fuck everyone in it. Except my bestfriend!

Life is cruel and heartless and a piece of shit and I'm tired of stanning it!

Teenager wake everyday and do the same shit every fucking day and it's mentally straining

A asteroid should just plunish to earth and swipe everyone's entire existence. Or that volcano should erupt and melt everyone's fragile bones. The sizzle of their flesh would put me to ease

"What's your problem?" Dracula asked as he stepped foot into the living room to find me stretched out across the sofa. My hair covered my face and my legs were no where close to each other

"I'm gonna get my period tomorrow" I groaned

"That's the kind of blood I'm happy I don't get to see" he said

"Men have it easy" I mumbled

"Men are seen as the Alpha. They hide their pain because they can't show weakness. Everyone looks up to us" he said

"That was then, this is now. Our generation is changing and so should your mindset" I said

"Your generation is weak and soft" he spat

"My generation have a brain. Except Jake and Karen" I mumbled

"You teenagers have to much free will" he said

"Is it because I want to live my own life and not follow in your footsteps?" I joked. He didn't seem to catch the memo since his facial expression dropped

Dracula's jaw clenched and his veins becoming visible. What the fuck is his problem? Did I drink all the milk in the house or-

"You're gonna take over for me whether you like it or not" he spat, I noticed Beth standing in the corner observing.

"Um, I think the fuck not-"

"Watch your mouth little girl!"

"Who the hell- I'm not some little girl father. If you spent atleast three minutes with me for once you'd realize that" I spat

"You're being ridiculous. I'm leaving" he said before walking out of the house, he slammed the door shut and the vibration shook the wall. I fixed myself properly in the sofa. My back pressed against the chair and feet hung low. I looked like the definition of how straight people sit

Beth finally emerged from the stairs, she had a sympathetic look on her face as she slowly made her way down.

What the fuck is his problem, he wasn't like this. My father and I had one of the best relationships. Where did it went wrong?

Why can't he just accept the fact that I'm my own person. People should be able to follow what their passionate about. I loved to dance. The music can flow to my ear and be expressed by my muscles grazing against each other in different rhythms. I don't want to be the leader of a cult of fucking vampires, I should have that freedom of being myself.

My fist folded, no knuckles turning white from the fiery rage that was building within. My jaw clenched and my teeth grinded against each other.

"Are you okay" Beth mumbled as she stood before me. My eyes trailed up her body as she towered over me.

There was so much anger building up in me and I needed to release it somehow. What better way than to dig my grave even deeper and piss my father off even more than going after what he has.