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เรื่องราว MidReal
Dual Blood: A Vampire's Dilemma
สถานการณ์:Louisa ‘ilsa’ Reid is the teenage sister to Spencer; she is actually a vampire who was turned by Elijah who saved her from being killed by a gang of vampires one night while walking alone. Now five years later she is staying with her brother till she finds her own place to live but she has to keep her vampire side a secret from everyone.
Which won't be easy because the people that her brother works for can easily read people like an open book. But that won't stop her from protecting the people that she loves from her world that she walks into. Because Louisa knows that once you get in this kind of world that she is in you can't get out of it.
Even since she got attacked that night five years ago Spencer knows something was up with his sister but she always kept quiet about what really happened. Yet just say he had started to notice something was odd about her. Like she is not her normal self.
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Elijah
the vampire who turned Louisa and saved her from being killed by other vampires, appearance not detailed, personality includes being protective and secretive.
Louisa 'Ilsa' Reid
vampire with a protective nature towards her brother and friends, sister to Spencer, appearance not detailed, personality includes being protective and secretive.
Spencer Reid
Louisa's brother who works for a powerful man in the city, appearance not detailed, personality includes being caring and observant.
I’ve been a vampire for five years.
I was turned by a vampire named Elijah to save my life.
A gang of vampires had come to kill me, and he saved me by turning me into one of them.
I didn’t know why they wanted me dead, but I knew it had something to do with my parents.
After I was turned, I left the city and went to live in the mountains.
I stayed there for two years before I decided to come back.
My brother Spencer works for a powerful man in the city, and he’s been taking care of me since our parents died.
I didn’t want him to worry about me, so I came back to be with him.
He doesn’t know that I’m a vampire.
I’ve kept it a secret from him all this time.
I don’t want him to be afraid of me or think that I’m a monster.
But it’s getting harder and harder to keep my secret from him.
The other day, he cut his finger while cooking, and I almost lost control when I saw the blood.
I had to run out of the house before I did something I would regret.
When I came back, he asked me if everything was okay, and I told him that I wasn’t feeling well.
Spencer’s kitchen is small but cozy, filled with the scent of garlic and rosemary from his latest culinary experiment.
I sit at the worn wooden table, my fingers digging into the edge as I try to focus on anything but the lingering scent of blood.
Spencer hovers near the stove, glancing at me every few seconds.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Ilsa?” he asks, concern etched in his voice.
I force a smile, though it feels like my face might crack under the strain.
“Yeah, Spence. Just a bit tired.”
He doesn’t look convinced, but he nods and turns back to his cooking.
The scent of blood is still there, faint but persistent, gnawing at my control.
I clench my fists under the table, nails digging into my palms.
Spencer clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him.
“So, my boss is coming over tomorrow,” he says casually, but I can hear the tension in his voice.
My stomach twists into knots.
His boss, Mr. Grayson, is known for his uncanny ability to read people like open books.
If he gets even a hint of what I am...
“That’s... nice,” I manage to say, though my voice sounds hollow even to my own ears.
Spencer frowns, setting down his spatula and turning to face me fully.
“Ilsa, if something’s wrong—”
“I’m fine!” I snap before I can stop myself.
His eyes widen in surprise and hurt flashes across his face.
I immediately regret my outburst.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, looking down at my hands. “I just... need some air.”
Before he can respond, I push back from the table and hurry out of the kitchen.
I make my way to my room and shut the door behind me with a soft click.
Leaning against it, I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
The room is dimly lit by the evening sun filtering through the curtains.
I pace back and forth across the small space, thoughts racing.
Elijah’s face flashes in my mind—his intense eyes and the night everything changed.
The night he saved me by turning me into this... creature.
My phone buzzes on the bedside table, pulling me from my thoughts.
I snatch it up and see a message from Elijah: “They’re coming.”
My heart skips a beat as dread settles in my stomach like a lead weight.
Who’s coming? And why now?
A knock on the door startles me out of my spiraling thoughts.
“Ilsa?” Spencer’s voice is muffled through the wood. “Can we talk?”
Panic surges through me.
What if he knows? What if Mr. Grayson already suspects something?
“I’ll be out in a minute!” I call back, trying to keep my voice steady.
I glance around the room, searching for anything that might help me figure out what to do next.
My gaze lands on an old photo of Spencer and me as kids—back when things were simpler.
The phone buzzes again in my hand: “Get ready.”
There’s no time to think or plan; I have to act now.
I unlock the door and step out into the hallway where Spencer is waiting with worry written all over his face.
“What’s going on?” he asks softly.
Before I can answer, there’s a loud crash from downstairs followed by heavy footsteps approaching rapidly.