Zelene by Marcela Citterio

Hello, I am the girl the whole world is looking for.

The same one they fear, of course. That's why so far I've been avoiding mortal justice.
I will tell you how my story began.
Many years ago, my mother, at the same age as me, 17, escaped from her city when all the bats were asleep. She went to have fun one night among mortal, ordinary human beings, because she was curious about their short lives. As fate would have it, she fell in love with one of them.... My father! And from that moment on, everything was chaos in her life and, consequently, in mine. Because from that “big mistake” as she calls it, I was born. And because so that no one would know of her existence, she had to flee forever and return with the bats and with me, baby.
From that “forbidden walk” I was left: a girl half mortal and half bat. But that was the great secret of my life.
How were my first years?
Like that of every bat girl.
I don't know what you know about our real life, because if you go by the old Dracula movies, even the new ones, or vampire books or legends, you are way behind the times.
Our race is of such great antiquity that we have evolved far more than humans can even imagine.
I will give you details:
We live in the heights. Our city is a very tall building, but really tall, not as tall as humans know it. The building in which all of us bats live is 5,000 stories tall.
I grew up in the clouds, because my family and I live in the penthouse of the big building, that is, on the 5,000th floor.
Our landscape is always dark.
Humans cannot see this towering building where we all live because it is impossible with the short range of their eyesight. They can only see us if they wear special glasses, which, of course, only we have for sale. They are usually worn by bats that are born with failing vision.
The elevators in this giant building are the ones that connect all the floors.
There are floors of schools, floors of restaurants, floors of shopping malls, floors of clinics...
In order not to escape to bite the mortals, from babies we learn to meditate.
Without those moments of meditation, we return to a wilder state. All our food is based on red vegetables and red fruits. We no longer wear black, that's in the past.
We are all monochromatic and wear white with the occasional red accessory.
Since my mom is the President (she was elected by vote when she came back with me from her escape), I guess she was considered brave and risky.
And, by the way, she is.
Unfortunately this causes me to have to lead by example.
Being a submissive and obedient bat girl, studious, and grateful to all of my mom's followers... but....
I'm rebellious, curious, argumentative.
In one word: teenager.
And I wanted to know what the Sun is like, what food is like, what things humans do for fun.
And I also wanted to meet my dad, to look into his eyes, to know his voice.
That's why I ran away.
And from then on, one mistake of mine after another... that's why my face is everywhere.
That's why I'm wanted.