Charlotte: A Little Piece Of Her.

The park was quiet, with a few evening couples taking a stroll. Others took their time, sitting on benches to watch as the stars appeared in the sky. Caleb guided a wary Charlotte, feeling her hand twitch in his as she resisted the urge to hiss. It was the most normal either of them had felt in a long time. He led her to a tree, the branches heavy with green leaves and adorned with fairy lights. Beneath was a large blanket with an assortment of foods. He glimpsed a spark in her eyes. Charlotte had improved. Her mood swings were less intense, and he swore he caught her smiling as the children played. She knelt, eyes drifting over the food. Pangs of guilt stopped her as she reached for the sweet treats.

Caleb wanted her to feel reassured, to end the cycle of blame. Neither of them could have realised Daciana was born a vampire. The failure to address the issues around food meant their daughter could never enjoy a feast. Charlotte looked again at the delights. She wondered if Daciana would love a man like Caleb. He enjoyed cooking for humans and vampires alike. Daciana may never know the joy of a romantic evening.


Charlotte lost her appetite, faking a smile at the jealous people passing them. It seemed wrong to gorge when she had failed their children. Caleb pulled her close, seeing the storm brewing in her eyes. The failure to nurture one child did not mean they were terrible parents. Nothing could change what they did not know. Time travel was not a thing in their world, at least not yet. Until then, Daciana would adapt and accept her fate. Casimir assured them this, at least.

She relaxed into his arms, allowing the comfort of his embrace to soothe. What happened to Daciana was beyond their control; she knew that. Somewhere in her subconscious, she had to understand. Yet, nothing changed on the surface. It could take several lifetimes for Daciana to forgive them. Charlotte did not want to wait to find peace and forgiveness.

Her body grew restless in Caleb’s arms. Charlotte suppressed a giggle as her stomach rumbled with the smell of food. The delights he had brought and the humans were reminding her how little she ate. He reached for a macaron, hoping she would not move from him. The sweet treat trailed across her lips, pressing the bottom down. As Charlotte attempted to bite, Caleb surprised her with a kiss. Tender lips caressed hers. The crumbled sugar sweetened the moment.

They froze, both catching a scent they desired. Caleb broke the kiss; his quick reflexes snatched the young man. There was no time to struggle. Charlotte stroked his face, putting him into a trance. Rather than casting the spell to love her, she watched the man turn to Caleb. Her face brightened, something Caleb missed. His fingers tussled through the man’s hair. Caleb inhaled the aroma of his skin. The man’s musky smell mixed with the mandarin and sandalwood of his cologne. There were notes of vanilla and geranium. He was beautiful, with thick blonde hair and firm muscles. Caleb let a low growl escape as his lips drifted over the exposed neck. The man reached around Caleb squeezing his butt and pressing them together. Regaining his composure, Caleb grabbed Charlotte, pulling her into the embrace. The man pressed between them aroused and dripping blood as the two made him their feast.

Daciana: Spaghetti

Casimir was slow to give Daciana back her freedom after the Sulani stunt. She had lived on plasma packs and denied contact with her friends. Casimir knew what Daciana had done to Layton in a public setting. Daciana lacked remorse for her actions, blaming her inherent blood lust on a life she did not choose. He asked her to prove herself amongst her family, to spend one evening with Luliana. The twin sister was the one person who still believed Daciana to be good. She trusted Daciana would never harm her because of their bond. Casimir knew, but he prayed on some level that Luliana would prove him wrong. He wanted her to show him there was hope for vampires like Daciana, like him.

Daciana waited. The smell of Patrick’s cooking filled the open-plan kitchen and living area. She felt both happy and sad as the aroma surrounded her. Patrick busied himself, adding streaky bacon to the pan. It sizzled, giving the air a smokey flavour. He tossed in onions, carrots, celery, and garlic, with rosemary fresh from the garden. Daciana scanned the remaining ingredients. There was beef, tomatoes, and chillies. He would add milk to give the sauce a creamy texture, thickening the sauce. The sun-dried tomatoes, anchovies and wine enhanced the flavour. While porcini mushrooms brought an earthiness, a sprinkling of sugar balanced the dish. Soon, a pan of boiling water and olive oil would welcome the pasta. She missed these flavour profiles. Daciana missed her dad.

Patrick did not meet her gaze. Silence had sat with them since Daciana arrived. They could hear the giggling of Luliana in the next room. Her boyfriend Boston whispered to her, kissing her cheek and lips. Patrick felt uncomfortable with the vampire company. But his mind was on the boy behaving too friendly with his daughter in the next room. He imagined Boston’s inappropriate intentions. The broken heart he would need to repair when he left Luliana. Daciana wondered if Patrick worried about her in that way. She wanted to know. Would he protect her from boys who took advantage? 

As Daciana opened her mouth, Luliana interrupted, wondering how long dinner would be. Boston hovered close behind her, a grin stretched across his face. He had appeared nervous at their door, rushing out his greeting. It was clear Boston was desperate to impress Patrick. Their father had been warm and welcomed him into the house. He shooed Daciana into the kitchen to give the young couple space. She knew it was to stop her from getting close to their visitor. Boston smelled nice, but all she wanted was another taste of Koa.

Daciana slumped on the faux leather seats, her teeth clenched. Patrick told her plasma packs were inappropriate at the dinner table. He seemed concerned about sharing her position as a local vampire with Boston. If he were to marry Luliana, it would be obvious Daciana was different. Luliana tormented Daciana further. She informed Boston how Daciana did not like eating with other people. Boston raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. He caught Daciana’s eye, and the hair on the back of his neck chilled. Boston took a forkful of spaghetti bolognese. The delicious flavours drew his attention from the cold, darkening gaze of the evil twin. 

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Luliana: An Imperfect First

Boston made a point of walking Luliana home every night. He was plucking up the courage to ask her on a date or prom. At least, this is what Luliana played over in her mind. Boston would stop her, take her boba tea, placing it on a nearby wall. He would take her hands in his, soft and warm. The smell of his sandalwood cologne would tease her nose as Boston stepped closer. Luliana imagined him leaning in to whisper in her ear. It was as though it were a secret that he liked her. The question of prom would be for them alone.

Luliana worried she would need to wait until the day before for Boston to ask. She wanted a day out with her friends, picking a colour for Boston to match his tie. What did not help the situation was her father standing on the porch waiting for her. Patrick was suspicious when she did not come home on time. She and Boston would stop at the Thrift store to buy Boba tea and walk for almost an hour to her house. Luliana hated walking, but being with Boston, time and distance was not a factor. Boston bolted for the bus each time they arrived at the gate. Luliana pondered whether her father’s presence was driving away the boy she loved.

Boston took a deep breath as they reached the gate, relieved Patrick was not waiting. He paused and scanned the ground as though looking for something he had lost. The words came out in a mumbled, nervous, and half-spoken fashion. He hoped Luliana would understand, he did not have to repeat them. She waited, tilting her head to hear him better. Boston forced himself to meet her gaze. He wanted her to go to prom with him. Luliana nodded, her hair bouncing with each excited yes. Boston threw back his shoulders, walking away proud. As he reached the end of her wall, he turned back. Luliana watched, confused, as Boston marched back to her. He leaned, hoping neither would change their mind or pull away. When his lips met hers, Luliana froze. It was not the perfect first kiss she anticipated. Their lips did not align, and his lips were dry. Luliana decided it did not matter. Boston let his fingers brush hers as he stepped back. His face beamed, with a smile to rival the Cheshire cat.

Patrick cleared his throat, alerting the couple to his presence. He was still waiting for an introduction to the boy, stealing his daughter’s heart. Boston’s eyes widened in alarm. He muttered something akin to an apology and ran towards his bus stop. Luliana rolled her eyes at Patrick, walking past him into the house. Nothing he could say would dampen her mood. 

Boston kissed her. Full on lips, hearts pounding, and breath held. Luliana swooned, dropping to the sofa. She would need a dress, a new pair of shoes and a photo opportunity. Boston would need a tie to match the colour she chose. Luliana sat up. Someone needed to teach her how to dance. The thought she might step on his toes brought panic to the happy occasion. 

Patrick laughed, but deep inside, he felt the sadness. Her heart no longer belonged to him. Daciana had already ceased to be his child, but Luliana still let him be her protector. Patrick wanted Luliana to need him. Leticia rested a hand on his shoulder. She felt the growing distance of a child spreading their wings. Luliana seemed to be ready to leave when the time came. Patrick and Leticia knew they never would.

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Luliana: Boba and Boston

Luliana stepped out of the classroom, her head bowed in shame. Her fellow troublemakers jostled past her, mocking and poking. Leaning against the wall, Luliana recognised the trainers. Boston has the same scuff marks on his trainers. The micro tear to the edge of his jeans, she memorised it all. Luliana lifted her head to see the promised illusion. Boston smiled, pushing himself off the wall, his hands still in his pockets. She never pictured him as coy, but he stumbled over his words. Butterflies filled her stomach. He waited for her, realising he did not have her phone number. Boston shrugged, appearing uncertain of her interest in him. She cast her eyes downward, wondering if he noted her flushed cheeks. 

They walked to the park close to the school. The lure of Boba tea held a comfort for Luliana and an opportunity to know Boston. Besides the way she saw it, this was her rebellious phase. She received detention for daydreaming and was now hanging out with a boy her father did not know. Patrick would approve of Boston, but she liked to pretend. It was her love story. She could be Juliette, and Boston was the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. He was a city native, who had attended San Myshuno high. They expelled him for fighting, so now he lived with his grandparents in Newcrest. Boston upheld it was self-defence against a couple of bullies. Luliana believed him. Boston had a soft nature and kind eyes. 

Luliana realised she had been talking non-stop since they left school. Her conversation revolved around the school day. The occasional, less subtle mentions of being on the prom committee. Boston slurped the remaining bubbles from the bottom of the plastic cup. The boba came with a plastic film, which made a satisfying pop when the straw pushed through. Luliana enjoyed brown sugar Boba, having a sweet tooth. It had a decadent flavour, rich and creamy. The tapioca balls gave an extra molasses kick, which Luliana always asked for extra. Boston shared this love for all things sweet. Yet, he preferred a balanced approach to his boba in the form of Black milk tea. It still held the creamy texture but felt less like a dessert.

Luliana sucked, her eyes bulging as the bubbles got stuck, blocking the straw. Boston filled in the sudden silence she had made. He liked that she had so much to say, wondering if Luliana would be so chatty if she had siblings to share her life with. The bubbles freed themselves, firing at her throat and breaking on impact. She choked on the sickly texture, her eyes watering. Boston leapt to his feet, patting and rubbing her back, yelling to the server for a glass of water. 

Boston sat, confused, as the name Daciana choked from Luliana’s lips. She told a few people that she was a twin. There was, in human society, the belief one twin was born with good intentions, the other with bad. Daciana was the darkness, with brown hair and the potential to scare people. She was home-schooled, which made her antisocial. Boston nodded, relieved he was lucky to sit with the better half of a linked pair. She shrugged, no matter what, they were sisters. Luliana believed that the bond outweighed everything else they would experience in this world. Whether it was good or bad, they were opposite sides of the same coin.

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Luliana: The Boy I Love

Luliana stroked her face, checking her cream had caressed her skin into a healthy glow. Her hair was thick blonde curls, still bouncing over her shoulders when in a high ponytail. Sapphire blue eyes beamed back from the reflection, which sparkled when she smiled. Luliana patted her figure. She had curves, not in the places she would have liked, but Luliana carried her body with confidence. Exercise was never her forte, and food was not something she would deny herself. Luliana did not always feel this good in her skin. There were days when she wanted to be slim. Daciana’s disguise gave Luliana insight. It was an image that haunted her dreams. For days, Luliana wept, bewildered by why Daciana needed to steal her identity. Disappointed, she could look so good on what adventure this look took her on.

None of that mattered today. Luliana had a mission, and his name was Boston Renner. Scruffy black hair, baggy clothes, a set of blue eyes and an outward curved nose gave him a unique appearance. Fluffy black stubble edged his chin. Boston, in her eyes, was cute, an oversized teddy bear. Luliana knew she was the last of her friends to have a boyfriend, but Boston would be worth the wait. He would ask her to prom, and they would last forever. It would contrast with her friends, who would have a new boyfriend before the end of High School.

Luliana struggled to focus on her studies. She glanced across the room, hoping to catch Boston looking in her direction. Her fingers twiddled her hair, brushing it behind her ear and wondering if he would ask her today. Other boyfriends had paint on their fingers from the posters they created. Boston’s hands were clean. Luliana noted some dirt under his nails, but this was from his weekend job. Somehow, he never seemed to get it all. The teacher cleared their throat, but Luliana was ignoring the question. From the front of the class, Luliana’s names boomed. She sat bolt upright; panic closed her throat. Her face burned bright red, clashing with her pink dress. In a Boston daydream, Luliana missed the class, and the teacher decided to issue detention.

Detention was for the naughty children. The ones who graffitied lockers, skipped class and spoke rude languages. Luliana sat rigid in her chair, her lower lip quivering. She longed to protest this humiliation. Boston gave a sympathetic half-smile as he left, heading off to catch the bus. She had missed another chance. Boston would not want to take a troublemaker to prom. She had prided herself on possessing an unblemished record. Luliana watched as her dreams of the perfect man and ideal life went up in flames. The grounding realization, she had only herself to blame.

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Daciana: Sobering

Daciana wanted to crawl into bed. Sink into the comfort of her soft mattress, the blankets pulled around. She imagined the darkness of the room swallowing her. The effect of the alien blood waned over the hours it took to travel home. In her short life, she had known hunger, an unsatisfied feeling that his blood helped to abate. Koa held new levels of pleasure not found in humans. For the time his blood continued to circulate, her cravings ceased. Koa gifted her with a romanticised view of the world. Daciana felt she was looking at him and the starlit ocean through her sister’s eyes. She felt loved and in love with the man she met.


Koa remained a gentleman, refusing to take advantage of Daciana as she snuggled close. Four years her senior, Koa had never seen the effects of his blood on a vampire. It amused him as her arms wrapped tight around his neck, lips kissing close to where they drew blood. Daciana placed his hands on her waist, pouting as they pushed her away. His face relaxed, and a broad smile gave her a warmth and a longing to be close. Koa sat on the blanket, looking at the ocean, relenting his rejection to hold her. Daciana wanted to stay and watch the sunrise in the company of Koa. The flight home prevented Daciana from staying. She left Koa and the fantasy on the beach.


Those memories danced in her mind as she entered the house. Daciana squirmed and cringed at how forward her behaviour was with a stranger. The kindness of his rejection, of a body outside of her control. Was she ugly? Daciana had done her best to emulate the girls in magazines, at least in looks. So what about her made Koa and Layton reject her intentions? Daciana pouted, pulling the wig off and tossing it in the bin. Her brown locks were thick with sweat. She scratched, longing for a shower.
In the forty-eight hours of her absence, Patrick paced. He had not slept, fearing what had become of his daughter. Casimir faced a tirade of insults, accusations and blame. Patrick held him accountable for her absence. The vampire, his calm exterior, aggravated the tense mood of his human companions. Casimir mocked, suggesting they issued a missing persons report. Patrick was ahead of this snide comment. The problem with these reports was they were a fool’s errand. Hypnotic vampires were not so easy to discover unless they wanted to.


Patrick saw her arrival, the outfit she wore like one possessed by Luliana. He understood in a moment how Daciana disguised herself. It scared him, the lengths Daciana would go to feed. Patrick crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive move. He wanted to scold her to assert his position as her father. It would do him no good. Daciana loved him once as a child. The girl in front of him was far from innocent. She was a teenage girl with the ability to drain him of life.


Daciana rolled her eyes, too tired for twenty questions. It was her business where she was and who kept her company. Daciana joked with a half-hearted smile and laugh. They would never find the bodies of her victims as Casimir taught her how to cover her tracks. Daciana felt a tight squeeze around her torso. Her ribs threatened to crack under the growing pressure. Patrick threw up his hands, eyes widened with alarm. Daciana went limp, held by Casimir. He smelled a strange odour on Daciana. The blood in her system would command a deeper thirst. She needed locking in her room until she detoxified.


Casimir scolded Patrick. He was a fool to believe anyone could control Daciana. Death would find her, and their blood would be on his hands. If Patrick refused to listen to reason, to hand her over to the ministry, then Casimir would leave. Despite his growing fear of Daciana, Patrick saw his daughter. He wanted to protect her, not let her become a weapon. Daciana was going to rebel against him and Casimir. They represented authority. Daciana needed to discover who she was by testing them. Patrick knew she could be better, but not if Casimir kept starving her. Casimir clenched his fists. Humans are stubborn creatures. Until Daciana turned eighteen, Casimir and the Ministry had no right to remove her. Patrick needed to relinquish custody of her, a rule Casimir resented. He stared at the floor, and with a deep, menacing growl, he ordered Patrick to leave. The “NOW!” made Patrick flinch. He fled up the stairs, tripping over his feet before launching into the safety of sunlight.

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Daciana: Spaceman

Her breath was shallow, eyes were like saucers watching a transformation. He altered the physical form of peachy human flesh to a yellowed apple green. His eyes blackened with galaxies swirling within them. Koa held the power of metachrosis to make himself appear human through the colour of his skin. It was their camouflage in a world which would otherwise reject and fear them.

Koa remained curious why a creature such as herself would escape to Sulani. It was true the sun burned her skin and could be fatal. Daciana loved being on the edge of danger. Death would call for her, but since it was not this day, she wanted to taste life. The alien seemed happy with her answer. He wanted to explore and experience the world. Absorb its many flavours and opportunities. He lived in secret amongst the humans. Koa chose to hold a mundane job where he could watch their behaviours.

He had never met a vampire or any other occult. From what he understood, they were private. The kind humans imagined lived deep in the forest or hauled up in the ancient mansions. There were horror stories of vampires tearing out the throats of their victims. Romantic novels with the twist of bloody death. Of misunderstood creatures forced to hide, snacking on goodwill and plasma packs. Daciana giggled, suggesting they go with the latter if he would be so kind.

She could feel her hunger growing. The sweet caramel notes of bourbon whiskey danced in the air between them. Koa wanted to trust she meant him no harm other than a pleasant meal they could both walk away from. Daciana watched the throbbing pulse in his throat. She was too consumed by hunger to consider what differences may dwell in his blood. Koa let a heavy breath escape, and checking they were alone, he tilted his neck.

The blood ran red like humans, with undercurrents of a flavour she could not discern. Bourbon brought a heady mix to the blood, with the sweetness undercut by the blend of barley, wheat and rye. The blend sat on ground corn, giving it the depth of flavour the alien craved. With gentle pressure, he pushed Daciana back. She pouted, wanting to please her growing appetite. Koa cupped her cheek thumbing her bottom lip, suggesting she respond to the first taste.

He took her hand and led her down the beach, away from prying eyes. The tips of her fingers tingled a sensation that spread through her body as his blood mixed with hers. Her dilated pupil appeared black as the aliens. Inside a racehorse attempted to break through her ribs. Daciana noted the world took a warm glow. The stars seemed brighter as they danced on the lapping waves. Beneath the moonlight, she threw her arms around Koa and inhaled. He staggered back, surprised by the affection. He was not dismissive, as Daciana pressed herself against him. Her tongue licked his healing wound, a lazy giggle as her head rested on his shoulder.

Daciana had a happiness never before experienced. It smelled of grapefruit, cinnamon and bourbon. It tastes bitter and sweet. It felt like her body was humming to the music of Sulani, its oceans, birds and the distant noise of its inhabitants. It came in the form of a green alien, and she wanted to keep him, to keep this feeling.

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Daciana: Whiskey Koa

The bar was a beautiful fire hazard, crafted from straw and wood. The open structure invited in nature with no glass to separate the world from the shelter. Flames illuminated the space outside, offering unnecessary warmth. Daciana regretted keeping the wig on when they landed. The synthetic fibres made her head itch and hot. She imagined the brown locks beneath wet and matted, not the sexy, sultry look she intended. The micro skirt and cropped top did offer some relief. Men would glance over her petite frame with interest, but none gained her attention. Daciana wanted something exciting, a one-night stand on her terms.

As people populated the bar, Daicana became aware of a different set of eyes watching her. She wondered if these glances belonged to a creature of the deep. May be something else that might make a skin crawl and shudder. He had pale skin and messy, curled ginger hair. In contrast to the typical blue eyes associated with gingers, his eyes were brown. They were a dark, sinking, muddy brown. His relaxed clothes agreed with the vibe of Sulani, unlike her own. He had a loose, half-untucked linen shirt and baby pink shorts. He nursed a whisky as he observed the behaviours of those around him. It is how his eyes came to fall on her.

Daciana preferred dark colours as her body temperature dropped lower than humans. The Mai Tai reduced it further, but like snakes, she could absorb warmth from the world. Daciana returned her gaze to the ocean as the man approached. She noted the green aura. It radiated from him, but no human noticed, or if they did, they kept quiet.

He settled beside and ordered two whiskeys, pushing one towards Daciana. She considered the dark liquid, swirling it in the glass. The first sip was fresh, awakening her taste buds. Her mouth felt excited by the vanilla and caramel, deluding her body into feeling warm. The liquid swirled in her mouth as she tried to reveal its hidden depths. The aged, earthy oak barrel, with a hint of charcoal floated across her tongue. These finer notes were beautiful, but harsh notes elicited a cough. Daciana clutched her throat, her reaction drawing attention. The man smirked, taking a sip of his, making Daciana wonder if that was the intention. He had figured out she was unique, a vampire hiding amongst the living.

He held out a hand, with Koa being his preferred name. She was, to him, a curiosity, sitting for hours without food and company. Her arrival in Sulani was late evening. The frequent glances at her phone implied she was checking the time or awaiting a call. Since signal service was intermittent, he guessed the former. Daciana felt an unease with Koa, as he seemed to have been observing her since she arrived. She, meanwhile, had not noticed him until later.

Koa stepped away from the bar, pausing to offer a silent invitation. As they stepped out beneath the stars, his skin colour changed, like peeling an apple in reverse. The green had a yellowish tone in the moonlight. His irises flooded the whites, drawing inspiration from the sky. Daciana smiled. It was not the oceanic meal she fantasised about but an out-of-this-world experience. Koa was accommodating, having read her mind as she sipped her Mai tai. The heady rush she felt upon drinking was from his intrusion into her thoughts. Daciana bared her teeth, sensing a degree of fear. As her teeth grazed his exposed neck, she never promised her bite was pain-free.

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Daciana: Mai Tai

Daciana clutched the red passport, running her fingers through her blonde wig. There were advantages to having a twin sister. Although they were not identical, they shared enough similarities. Daciana pinned her hopes on the busy passport check-in so they would let her pass. She forgot the introduction of the facial and passport recognition scanners. It flagged her, setting the light flashing on her cubicle. As an unregulated, untrained vampire, the Ministry confined Daciana to the mainland. She clenched her butt, fists tightened, and the red hue of panic flushed her cheeks. Eyes turned to glare as the attendants gathered around. They led her to the main passport desk, where the man scrutinised her physical image. He held the passport up, eyes flicking between her and it. He could see the resemblance. The girl in the picture was larger with brilliant blue eyes. Daciana fidgeted. There were too many people for her hypnosis to take effect. Her weak illusion power was no match for the surroundings either. Casimir had stressed the importance of his teaching for a situation like this. Yet, through her stubbornness, everything was about to fall apart. The man stamped the passport, handing it back. He gave a thin smile. While her weight loss was impressive, she may want to update the image. In the future, this would save him and her potential trouble.

A small cluster of sandy islands, overshadowed by an active volcano, sat in the southern seas. Pristine, endless beaches with golden grains met the crystal clear waters and a shoal of fish. Sulani prided itself on sustainable fishing and conversation. The debris washed up on the shores reflected the negative mainland influences. Health officials declared certain areas unsuitable for swimming upon discovering pollutants. This included turtles with plastic attachments and a rapid decline in fish stocks. None of this deterred the tourists, with rumours of merfolk and vengeful spirits. The mysteries of this quaint island were awaiting discovery.

Daciana longed to see the sunset over the calm sea. She settled at the bar, ordering a Mai Tai. She looked out across the water as the sky drifted into night. It gave Daciana a surge of life she was growing accustomed to. Casimir explained how humans born like her would feel the change, the shift in their power. The closer to her death, Daciana came, the more intensive she would feel the rise in her power. It enabled her hypnotic gift to take a stronger hold on those who fell for her charm. The bartender succumbed to Daciana, convinced they did not need to see their ID card.

The bar was slow to fill, human happy meals tempting Daciana with their flavours. She read in books how other occults held a unique experience. The ministry forbade the devouring of other occults. Daciana was not any vampire, she held the gift of enhanced taste. She salivated at the thought of encountering these sensations. Merfolk tasted of the sea, salted and best combined with cumin, coriander and fresh orange. It was the reason she chose a Mai Tai. The rich caramel flavour of the dark rum sat upon the fruit’s light rum-infused base. Almond notes and that squeeze of lime tickled and sparked her taste buds. Finding the elusive and rare sea creature would be the perfect way to complete her journey.

Daciana: Teenage Vampire

Leticia slammed her book. It left her hand with such force as to draw the attention of Casimir. It silenced his conversation with Patrick. The vampire tutor was stepping back from his teachings. He remained incapable of forcing Daciana to leave her family. Or the freedom she believed staying offered. Daciana could feed on her victims and tend to their wounds. She showed no signs of developing her hypnosis further. The disappointment in his voice chilled Leticia. Why did it not scare Patrick that Daciana could manipulate someone’s mind? She could compel them to behave inconsistent with their true self. It was wrong to permit any creature that power over another being. She longed for the life before Vampires were real. They were scary stories her village elders told to encourage children to behave. Daciana bit Leticia, a mark never forgotten and forever felt. Leticia faced a death sentence as her ankles swelled. She grew breathless at rest. Her heart no longer held a consistent rhythm. It fell rapid and irregular, but she allowed Daciana to stay. Their daughter posed a risk to everyone around her. She and Patrick were ill-equipped to deal with the raging hormones of a teenage vampire.

If Casimir was unwilling to be upfront about Daciana, Leticia knew it would be down to her. Patrick refused to acknowledge the harm Daciana could do to the family. He wanted to pretend Daciana was still his little girl. He ignored how she spent her money on tattoos and late-night parties. Daciana exclaimed it was her body, and since she was to die, she needed power over the life she had. Explaining how her death was not the end fell on deaf ears. Worse, Casimir seemed impressed by her abilities but this irritated the situation further. Daciana had no interest in becoming the Ministry’s puppet.

Casimir skirted the topic. He wanted Daciana to develop, and he could see her potential. The minute improvements signalled her growth as a formidable force. Daciana resisted his training, at least in his presence. The world was unlucky. She used her hypnosis to gain access to the minds of her victims. The artist had been her first triumphant use of power. She showed him a forged ID, a cheap ‘do it yourself’ card she brought online. The artist, unfooled by this effort, attempted to dismiss Daciana. Their error was when captivated by her eyes. Daciana lured the artist into a false world. Their actions altered to see the ID as truth. When the needle pressed into the skin, Daciana felt it pinch. She flinched as the initial intensity was overwhelming. She struggled to keep her voice soft and dreamy, dropping into silence as the pain clawed its way into her voice. Any breaks in the trance would free the artist and Daciana would face eviction from the studio. Unsuccessful trances are a form of impotence to the vampire. The resulting anxiety immunises the human from manipulative control.

Leticia trembled in the presence of Casimir, his eyes cold and focused. The marks on her neck throbbed, and her heart rate skipped. Her palms were clammy, but these words, even if they were her last, needed saying. Daciana showed a complete disregard for life. She drained her victims and left them weak and confused. There were reports in the paper of a local pandemic of teens suffering short bouts of fatigue and amenia. Their daughter, Casimir’s charge, was out of control. Her desire for blood was more than the three of them could control. Casimir wanted to step back because Daciana refused to play his mind games. He needed to distance himself from the chaos Daciana would bring and the blame he would share.

Casimir took a step towards Leticia. Despite her fear of him, she stood her ground. He wanted to say she was wrong, but he watched Daciana. The child was hungry. Never sated by one or two humans, she devoured extra plasma packs. Daciana saw the family as a sham, a cruel joke to torment her over what she would never have. Casimir was not her father or sire. He had no power over her. Daciana wanted to live and die on her terms.

Patrick, Casimir and Leticia: https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/Pandorassims4cc/downloads/details/category/sims4-mods-poses/title/arguing-couple/id/1574869/

Zinnea and Daciana: https://www.simfileshare.net/download/4300117/