Let me Sing you a Lullaby.

Stacey and Drew, the new orphans in the block. The streets of London, were always busy, crowded and there was never room for a third person. They say 'Two is company, But three's a CROWD'.

They're the remaining vampires of the world, in search of their father with Mr Thomas, their vampire gaurdian. will they succeed in searching their father? Who is the father? and What happened to their mum?

For Twilight Fans :D

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"Umm, Mr Thomas, your eyes are gold?" I gazed deeply into his eyes, no, not the lovey dovey type, the freaked out type. I'm tryna figure out whether its contacts or not. But its almost impossible to put the contacts on after rushing into the house and straight away closing the doors and in a fraction of a second, I turn around to look at him. So obviously, he didn't have time at all to put them on. Thus, my conclusion is that...Mr Thomas has reached the top of my list of The Freakiest People Alive.

"Yes, Stacey I'm aware. And You should know that your eyes are gold too, and so is Drew's" I turn around to look at Drew and see that he's staring right back at  me. We're both confused. How's this possible? My eyes were never gold! And neither were Drew's eyes.

' And you should probably know that, the house you are in right no, is not a care home but rather your own house. What? Since when did we buy our own house? What's Happening?

Drew after a whole 5 minutes of staring at me, ran towards the light switch and slammed his hands on the switch. There was finally light in the room. Drew turned around and looked at his feet. then he's hands and then screamed. I, myself screamed when he did. I was a bit late in realizing, but drew was pale white. His cheeks sunk in and he's lips went blue. Then suddenly Drew started moaning. He lift his hands towards he's mouth and mumbled. He was trying to tell me something, but i couldn't make out, what.

Then he pointed at me, then towards the mirror to my  left. I turned around I screamed. What happened to me!? Why do i look like a living dead person? If you get what I mean. I was..was..all white and ugly! My beautiful  long hair was all GREY!

"AAARRGGH! Mmmm...mmm!"  I couldn't talk, my teeth hurt, it felt like a whole mountain was growing out of my gums. I couldn't tolerate it. I turned to look at Mr Thomas with despair. I gave him the look, as in, What's happening?

"Don't worry little one's. This is who you are. This what you are. This what you become when your feet walk upon the soil of your homeland." Homeland? What's he trying to say? A whole 10 minutes later, the pain stopped. I saw that Drew was checking out his teeth in the mirror. I run behind him and push him out the way, so i can check mine. What...the...fu...

"WE HAVE FANGS!? ALRIGHT MR THOMAS! WHAT IN THE NAME OF GLORY IS HAPPENING HERE??" Drew screamed at Mr Thomas. As he spoke he took steps ahead toward him until there was enough space for a fly to pass through. I could see drops of spit flying across onto Mr Thomas's face.

" Master Drew, Please. Control yourself, this absolutely normal. There's no need to hyperventilate." What the hell is he talking about?  how on earth do we control ourselves, when we look in  the mirror and we see...some kind of thing.

"Listen you! I'm in no mood for a joke! I don't know what you did! But turn us back the way we were! NOW!" I Ran towards him and held his collar and shook hard enough that his damn eyes were circling.

He gripped tight of my hands and hissed. i could see his fangs and fire in his gold eyes. Okay, Its time I back up, I see that Drew ran upstairs whimpering like a puppy into the first door on the left. I look back at Mr Thomas, and this time he seems more calmer.

"Now, Take a seat, and I shall explain it to you. Then you can go upstairs and repeat it to you brother as a bedtime story okay?" He pointed at a very old fashion sofa. It seemed really comfy, so I might as well.

And He explained.

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