RHTMAV) Chapter 1 Part 1 (Patreon)

--AN) Title Rebirth: How To Make A Villianess a vampire/romance/modern/ drama --

Why is it when my life was finally about to show a ray of hope that I now find myself in a situation I can never return from? The pain in my body from the beatings. The red liquid that keeps pouring from my wounds. These people did not see me as a human being. Their laughs as I lay here in my own blood. The feeling of my consciousness as it begins to fade away.

My life was wonderful until the age of seven. I had my mother, who loved me very much. A stepfather who was kind to me and treated me like his own daughter. He even adopted me as such. My real father, bless his soul, died when I was three.

But not even two months after my seventh birthday, my mother ran into an accident. That was when everything changed. A day only went by when I was suddenly introduced to a woman who would be my stepmother. I even had a stepbrother and sister.

At first, things were awkward, but they treated me kindly. But that all stopped the day I turned eight. My nice room in the mansion that I grew up in was taken from me. I was forced into the living maid quarters. A small room no bigger than a small walk-in closet.

From there, I was treated no differently than the maids. Even the maids began to look down on me. My stepbrother and sister would torment me and beat me for fun. In school, they would spread nasty rumors about me. They degraded me, calling me stupid and ugly non-stop. I was no longer allowed to have anything nice. If I wanted clothes I got my step sisters and brother’s hand-me-downs. Which never fit. For food, I was given just enough to survive. Sometimes, I think the food was bad because I would get sick often.

They tormented me for ten years. Even in school, I suffered from bullying, but I persevered. On the outside, my stepfather still treated me kindly. I even had a boyfriend who looked past my faults and took me out to eat once a week. It was only when I got to interact with them that I felt maybe there was some hope. But when I talked about my problems, they brushed it off. While I felt depressed and wanted to ask them why they ignored my plight, I was scared. I was scared to lose what little light I had in my life.

It was not until I finally got to go to college that I was able to escape. I began to realize that my life would soon be much better. My stepfather told me I would be inheriting my mother’s legacy. I worked hard in college and was only days from graduating with a master’s degree. But now…

“Why… Why must I suffer?” I spoke softly as I struggled to lift my head, only to see a familiar face in front of me.

“Because, Dear Sister. You coveted something that should not belong to you in the first place. The company belongs to my father. The boyfriend you loved so much never loved you from the start. My brother and I will take everything that should have gone to you. If you want to blame someone, blame that slut of a mother of yours for giving birth to you to begin with.” The toxic words passing through the lips of the beautiful girl in front of me made me freeze.

Not because of how evil her smile was or the fact that she would show up at a time like this but the words she was saying. Each word was like a knife to the heart. Stabbing me over and over again.

Why?

Why must I be talked to like this?

Why does it seem like I was living in a fantasy world from the start?

Was the light I so desperately clung to actually just darkness in disguise?

Was my living really a sin?

I could not understand. I did not know what I had done to be treated as such all these years. But I guess none of that matters. I will soon be joining my mother. I will be able to finally have true peace.

I will be dying with regrets. I will be letting these evil people take everything that my mother built up. I just wished from the start that I had the courage to stand up to them.

I forced my eyes to open as I looked up at that mocking smile plastered on my step-sister’s face and narrowed my eyes. Yes… if I could go back, I would do everything in my power to make these people suffer the same as I have. I will let them think they are living high, only to fall and slam into the ground. I would make them wish they were dead. But death is too easy. Only when they are suffering while watching the one they hate the most live well would I feel as if I had gotten true revenge. I want them to see me flourish. I want them to see me rise so high that they could never reach me.

I once more parted my lips, forcing a smile as darkness began to consume me. My mind had never been so clear in my life up to this point. “Hehe… I curse you. I curse your blood. You will all suffer a fate worse than mine. I promise you this… One day you will all be brought down to hell with me.”