AUTHOR'S NOTE

Ever since I was born as a vampire, a certain person hated me to the core of his bone. Hell, I'm suspecting that even though I'm still in my mother's womb, he's already planning for my death. I always hated his way of treating me, abusing me, beating me if he's bored, insulting me, and more. I've always tolerated his bad acts because I'm weak and can't fight back. But fate seems to be playing with us, and love to see me with purple bruises marking my pale skin.