Chapter Two

Rosalie Crimson McKenna PoV:

It's a beautiful Sunday morning, and I wish I could enjoy the weather and wander around our new town, but my parents prefer that I help them unpack. There will be no inhumans racing around, pretending to have human strength. Not that I don't try to be as normal as possible, but sometimes I wish we could just be ourselves. Oh, I nearly forgot. You don't know anything about me or my family. My name is Rosaline Crimson McKenna, but you can call me Rose. I'm 25 years old and about to start college. You can probably guess why, right? We did indeed move. More like my parents wanted to with the excuse that it was no longer safe. For the record, we are vampires of the good kind. At the very least, I believe we are good; we simply want to live and have not killed innocent people. We feed in different ways, but we do our best. No vampire can be considered harmless, according to our enemies, the werewolves. My parents decided that it was too dangerous to stay where we were, so we moved. My father, Keddrick McKenna, is the laid-back parent, while my mother, Edra McKenna, is the strict one. Vampires typically aren't able to have children. She was a human when they fell in love, according to what my parents have always said. After a few years, she became pregnant with me, leaving Keddrick with no choice but to turn her into one of his kind. I loved this story as a child and never questioned it. Their story inspired me to believe that I, too, will one day meet my soul mate. I'm not sure if the story makes sense now that I'm 26. I never told my parents about it, but I started having strange dreams about it. They appear to me as visions, and I certainly have different abilities than my parents. Most of them I haven't even met yet. My father, for example, can control the minds of others while also possessing superhuman strength, speed, and immortality. My mother has similar abilities, but she is far more powerful, and she can read minds and heal people in unusual ways. Mind reading is clearly not one of my favorite of her abilities. I can usually block her out, but she has never entered my mind without my permission. At least the majority of the time.

"Rosalie, please come down and assist us with the boxes!"

", my mother yells from downstairs. I finish arranging my room and go downstairs. "You know, if we just used our given abilities, we'd be done already," I say innocently to my mother before picking up one of the boxes labeled "living room." "Your mother already told you, we don't want to come across as suspicious," my father says as he walks around the corner and kisses me on the cheek. I simply nod and continue to assist my parents. Who knew moving boxes could be difficult without requiring superhuman strength? I'm done for the day after unpacking the boxes, but my mother has other plans. She wishes to bake some cookies for the neighborhood in order to introduce our family to our new "future friends," as she refers to them. I have nothing against the idea, but we should not become too attached to it. We'll never know when it's time to relocate again. So my plan for living here is to avoid making friends and to be as inconspicuous as possible. That is Plan A, and Plan B is to not screw up Plan A. I go up to my room to change my clothes after I finish baking. I put on a pair of jeans and a shirt. Simple and relaxing. "Rose, could you take the cookies with you?" my mother asks as she finishes up her outfit. She's really trying to impress with her made-up hair and make-up. I put the delicious baked goods on a plate and take it with me as we introduce ourselves from house to house. The majority of the people appear to be friendly, and the others are already attempting to match me with their sons. That disgusts me and makes me want to suck them dry. As you should know by now, I would never couple up with anyone, let alone a man/boy. Sure, some of their species are attractive, but have you ever seen any women? They resemble goddesses. The way their bodies are built, how their minds work, and a variety of other factors. They are simply stunning. Didn't I make it clear that I'm a lesbian? At the very least, I got a taste. My father supports me because he simply wants to see me happy, for which I am grateful. My mother, on the other hand, isn't a big fan of it yet. She accepts it, but she dislikes it. At the very least, she tries. Isn't that what matters? After all of this introducing, it's time to start preparing for my new college. I pack my bag with only the necessities: books, pens, and a notebook. I hope they don't make it difficult for me to fit in. I pull myself into the sheets of my bed and make myself at ease before drifting off to sleep.