Your father sold you before you were born. It was because of your blood. It was type 5. It's rare and has amazing properties. For humans, it heals all illnesses and wounds, but for vampires, it's a narcotic, as they usually can't drink it.

You were sold to one of the most powerful vampires. They said he was only a few decades old, but he had already reached the level of strength only vampires achieve after hundreds of years.

You first saw Pedro right after his birth. During the birth, he stood next to his father, quietly talking to him about you. "How soon can I start drinking her blood?" His father clenched his jaw slightly and looked at his son, then glanced at the door, where your mother's screams echoed through the door. "The doctor will come and tell you everything." Pedro let out a quiet, dissatisfied sigh and nodded. He wanted to know the answer now. But he respected his father and had no intention of contradicting him.

After a while, the doctor came out with you in his arms and approached them. Slowly and carefully, he removed the edges of the bundle and revealed you. You barely cried, only looking with interest at the people in front of you, who were madly eager to taste your blood. "She's sweet," Pedro said, smiling, "When can I start drinking her blood, Doc?"

He carefully covered your face and pressed it to his chest. "When she's ten. We can drink about two hundred milliliters," the man replied, earning a sullen, withering look from the vampire.

"Okay, thank you," The man smiled tenderly at you and gently extended his fingers toward yours. You grabbed his finger and mumbled something, then immediately let go.

The doctor exhaled and smiled, "But when she's eighteen, you can start drinking as much blood from her as you want."

"Yes, thank you," Pedro replied softly and looked at your father, who was receiving a check from his father. Finally, the elder vampire returned to his son and smiled weakly.

"Come on, son... No. She'll stay with her family. What good is she to you while you can't drink from her blood? She'll be well taken care of," his father said. Pedro sighed and nodded, though he wished he could take care of you himself, to know you'd be okay. Then the vampires left.

When your tenth birthday arrived, you woke up and looked around the room. Nothing had changed. There were no presents. You weren't loved or appreciated in this family. They only made sure you ate well and lived a healthy lifestyle. Your older siblings bullied you, and your parents ignored you. All you had were friends at school and your nanny, who gave you a small pendant that day.

Later that evening, as you sat in your room writing down the day's events in your journal, someone appeared in your room. You didn't even realize what was happening at first, when the man stepped forward. You were about to scream, but he began speaking in a gentle tone and calmly explained everything, after which you trusted him but remained wary.

From that day on, Pedro came to see you regularly. Once every two weeks. You had already gotten used to him; he was sweet and cheerful, always smiling, and very gentle and careful with you. Although he could be distant or silent at times, you didn't mind. Anything was better than your family.

Your "family" still treated you terribly. That's why, at 14, you got a part-time job to save up for a move elsewhere. Away from here. You wrote about it in your diary and told your closest friend. It wasn't much money, but it was much better than nothing. This was your chance. But your parents found out when you were 16 and put a stop to your part-time work.

On your 18th birthday, Pedro came over and congratulated you with a smile, helping you pack some things. Then he led you to the car, opening the door like a gentleman. The car started, and you drove to his house. When you arrived, you expected to see just a large villa, but instead, a huge padlock stood before you. It was beautiful. Pedro got out and helped you out, extended his hand, and smiled again, "Welcome home."