Too Much Trouble (On Hold)

Blue Eyes

Beep beep beep be- crack!

My alarm clock started blaring once again this morning and it was getting quite annoying.

"F*ck." I muttered, rolling out of bed, literally.
My body tumbled to the floor with a loud 'thud' and a groan.

"Mom!" I whined, stomping my feet from an awkward position because I'm still laying down.

"What?" She asked, quickly arriving to my door with vampire speed.

"I fell." I frowned, squinting at her with the light that flowed in from the hallway.

"And I should care why?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips. My mom looked a little like myself, other than her eyes, hair, and nose.
Her hair was dark as the night and eyes were a very dark brown color, resembling black almost. Her nose was slightly tilted upwards when mine resembled my dads, pointed and a bit small.
My hair was also split in the middle with different colors, black and blonde, another piece of evidence I'm a Fae and Vampire hybrid.
We both had curves with our thighs touching and dangerously long and sharp fangs, good reasons why there are scars on the inside of our bottom lips.

Although she had one set of fangs when I had two, Fae also have a small set of fangs, plus I have the ability to control liquid, as in liquid I also mean I can control blood, which is controlling a persons actions. Perks of being an hybrid.

"Because I'm your child!" I whined, my fangs becoming longer because of hunger.

"I need a better reason." She laughed walking from my doorway. I groan and lifted then slammed my head on the floor multiple times.

"Pleeeeaaaaassseeee!" I begged.
My mothers head popped back into my room with a stern expression.

"No."

"Asshole." I coughed then got up.
"Bitch." She muttered and walked away.

I walked to my closet and grabbed my spongebob swag crop top and yellow skinny jeans and vans.
I quickly undressed then got dressed again.
I ran my brush through my hair, it didn't get to much tangles since many bristles were gone from years of use.

I put my hair up into pigtail buns and slipped on my shoes.

I sat at my desk which was covered with cosmetic bags and put winged eyeliner on along with light pink shimmery lipstick.

I also applied the needed concealer and foundation to my face to hide the red blotches caused by a minimal barely noticeable amount of acne.

I looked over my piercings and noticed my medusa piercing stud was gone. I must have forgot to put it back in last night.

"Come on, where are you! I need you! Come out!" I whined once again this morning, looking for the stud.

"Stud is on your nightstand!" My mother yelled at me and I looked over to my nightstand. Sure enough, it was there, on top a box of my babies. Sour Patch Kids.

"There you are!" I squealed jumping for my sour patch kids instead. I grabbed a handful and stuffed them in my mouth. I soon regretted it as the sourness of the little candies got to my taste buds as I cautiously chewed through them. My face began to get scrunched up as the last layer of sour sugar hits my taste buds then the sweetness overloads my senses.

I grab the stud and poke it through my skin as I swallow the remains of the yummy gummies.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was confident with the result.
I sprinted out of my room at vampire speed into the kitchen within a second and grabbed a small bag of animal blood.