My name is Daisy.
It's the name of a flower. Soft, simple, gentle.
My father gave me that name because he loves flowers, and because he wanted his youngest daughter to have a name filled with light in a world that feels so dark. Daisies symbolize purity, innocence, joy, and new beginnings.
I love flowers too.
Sometimes I feel like flowers remind me of what humans used to be before fear took over everything.
And honestly… daisies match me pretty well.
Sweet, innocent, playful, kind.
Or at least that's how I seem on the outside.
I'm a five-foot-six teenage girl with O-negative blood, which vampires consider the sweetest blood in existence.
Lucky me.
I'll turn eighteen on the next full moon.
And lately, my life has started feeling strange.
Maybe it's because curiosity has always lived inside me like a second heartbeat. I can never stop asking questions, never stop wondering about things I probably should avoid.
Especially vampires.
Funny, right?
I mentioned vampires.
Why would I? Because my life is surrounded by those terrifying, blood-sucking monsters. Creatures that most people think are just myths and nightmares. But they're real, and they rule over us.
Death is always close. Fear follows us like a shadow that never leaves. We live knowing that at any moment, our lives could be taken away quietly and cruelly.
So who are we? We are the Vampire Slaves. Humans who serve vampires with total devotion, giving them not just our obedience but every drop of blood in our veins if needed. The rest of humanity has no idea this hidden world even exists. They go on with their normal lives thinking vampires are just stories.
Only we know the truth. And right now, because of recent events, our survival is getting shaky.
The vampires have become restless and ruthless. They're way too hungry. Innocent people are dying too soon, just for their blood. Our world is in the middle of an existential crisis. Death is everywhere. Houses, gardens, apartments, shops, roads. So many places are stained with human blood.
If this keeps going and all the Vampire Slaves get wiped out, the vampires won't stay hidden anymore. They'll come after the real human world.
My ancestors were all Vampire Slaves. It's like a cursed inheritance that runs in our bloodline. For generations, we've served them without question or rebellion.
The Amadeus family is especially well-known among them. Amadeus means "love of God," and we're famous for having some of the sweetest blood. It's supposed to be a blessing for them. For us, it's a curse.
I'm Daisy Amadeus, the youngest daughter in the family. All my elders adore me. They protect me, cherish me, and worry about me constantly because I'm precious. And in a world ruled by vampires, being precious is the most dangerous thing you can be.
My family has always taken extra care of me. They say I'm too immature and soft for this blood-soaked world, and maybe they're right. Even though I've been surrounded by death since I was little, I still smile easily and believe kindness matters. Because of that, everyone in the Amadeus household keeps a close eye on me.
We live as a big joint family under one roof. There are lots of us, all tangled together like roots in poisoned soil. So many lives, and so many throats the vampires would love to bite. But they don't, thanks to him.
Let me tell you about the strongest person in our family, the one who stands between us and those bloodthirsty monsters: my brother.
He's unbelievably strong. He can work all day and night without getting tired. His energy never drops, like something ancient and wild runs through him endlessly. And more than anything, he hates vampires. It's not just dislike or fear. It's pure hatred. While everyone else shakes in front of them, the vampires actually fear him.
How can a human scare creatures like that? Because my brother isn't human. He's a werewolf.
If it wasn't for him, our whole family would have been drained dry long ago. He protects us even now, paying back a debt he says he can never fully repay. My father saved his life when he was a child and raised him as his own. That's why he's so loyal.
My father always says taking him in was the best decision he ever made. At least because of my brother, we're still alive among these monsters.
His name is Raphael, which means "God has healed." He's the healer of our family. He takes care of every wound, every sickness, every broken heart. He's calm, gentle, caring, and wise. His presence brings peace, even though there's destruction inside him too.
He's my stepbrother, or foster brother really. We don't share blood, but fate binds us. When he first came to us, my grandmother was really sick. He stayed by her side day and night, and somehow she got better. That's when my father named him Raphael.
But even with all that gentleness, there's something dangerous and beautiful about him. My werewolf brother is so handsome that tons of girls in my class are crazy about him. It's not just his face. It's his bravery and the way he stands fearless against the scariest vampires.
They admire him and adore him. But I wonder, if they ever found out he's a werewolf, would they still feel the same? Or would they run away in fear?
In this world, monsters hide in many forms. Sometimes the scariest one is the person who loves you enough to protect you.
He's incredibly caring toward me. If any other girl got the same protection and devotion from him, she would definitely fall in love. He's everything girls dream about: strong, protective, fearless, and loyal.
But no. I shake those thoughts away every time. No matter what, he's my brother, and I can't let my heart go there.
He's not my dream. My dream lies somewhere else.
Let me tell you about the one who really haunts my thoughts: Adrian. His name means blessed with immense strength. He's the vampire crown prince.
I know how dangerous that is. He could drain me dry in a second if he wanted. But I can't control my feelings for him. Love is so cruel and complicated.
He's unbearably handsome and charming. A living contradiction, beauty mixed with death. And no matter how hard I try, I can't stop being curious about vampires. I want to know more about their world, their darkness, and especially about him.
My family has always kept me far away from vampires to keep me safe. My grandfather once warned that I have the sweetest blood in the family. If the wrong vampires ever found out about me, they would kill me and leave nothing behind.
Those words scared me as a kid, so they hid me and protected me. But I still can't stop thinking about them. When I was really young, before I learned to be afraid, a powerful pure-blooded vampire saved me from others of his kind. He was strong and different. He stood between me and death.
I still want to know who he was. I'm sure he was from the royal family, and that only makes me more curious about them, especially the prince. Maybe it's tied to my destiny somehow.
Our family is really big. There are eighteen of us living under the Amadeus name. I can't list everyone right now, but every single one of them loves me deeply. That's probably why they worry so much.
Today I'm starting at a new high school. For the last eight years I lived in a village called Arcane Falls with my third uncle and aunt. It was such a warm, beautiful place where autumn never really ends. Golden leaves were always falling, and everything felt slower and safer.
But now I'm older, and it's time to come back. We're all moving to our ancestral hometown, Twilight Trails. My parents, siblings, uncles, aunts, everyone will be together again under one roof. I'm really excited to live with my dad again. He's the most loving father in the world.
Twilight Trails is a quiet old town with narrow streets and old houses. It's our home, so we can't just leave it, even though it's dangerously close to the vampires. We stay and endure because running away would mean losing who we are.
So here I go, stepping into a new school, an old town, and whatever destiny is waiting for me.
I know unseen eyes are watching. And somewhere out there in the twilight, the vampires are waiting.