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Ah, vampires. There was nothing more that Danielle loved more. She had read any and all books pertaining to them. She dressed in black and wore fangs to mimic them. But, even through her pitiful attempts to imitate the beloved creatures, she still was missing a certain flare and emotion in the animals of the dark. Even with her white grape juice, dyed a crimson red with five or six drops of red food coloring, or even her hopeless addiction to blood, she couldn't crave anything more than to become what she tried to believe in. She wanted to believe they were real. She wanted to believe they existed. But she just couldn't bring herself into the full realization that they existed. Danielle wasn't one of those petty Stephanie Meyer addicts. She believe in vampires, not sparkling gay lords. Dani perused through more books that sketched the idea of them bursting into freaking flames at the glimpse of sunlight. The bloodthirsty demons hunting the earth to suck humans dry. The temptress of seduction.
Her friends told her to get help. Her family told her to get help. And somewhere in the part of Dani that she pushed down deep inside of her brain, the back of her mind screamed, get help. But, despite their failing efforts, Danielle had still managed to go through her high school years therapy free. Up until the start of college, when the teachers found her cutting her wrists and sucking the blood. She wasn't depressed, oh no. She had hoped that drinking enough blood would turn her. She was appointed a very forceful psychiatrist who had diagnosed her schizophrenic, and therefore, the staff of the college watched her under close eye to ensure that she was getting all of her medications that she needed.
Danielle sat up from her bed, her windows covered with heavy velvet curtains, blocking out the sun. Dani stretched out from her bed, immediately pushing in her plastic vampire teeth. She got up and marched over to her mini fridge, grabbing her custom made smoothie. It had a dark crimson tone, flowing around in the consistency of blood. She had made it out of a mixture of tomatoes, strawberries, pomegranates, and grapes. Like I said, this girl was amazingly addicted. She loved vampires more than a back alley whore loves crack. Danielle continued to her itty bitty bathroom, pulling on her black skinny jeans, a local band tee shirt (once again, as dark as midnight), and a dark heavy overcoat. She put her smoothie in a small bloodbag, smiling at the witty cleverness of the custom thermos. She popped in a small tablet of medication, rolling her eyes as she swallowed it, and walked out the door.
Dani snuck up on her best friend, Noah. She loved him because of the conversations she was able to hold, and the debates that someone besides herself could grasp and stay engaged in without getting confused. Danielle popped up beside him, a hood over her head. She had the tip of the blood bag as she sucked smoothie red goodness out. The one daily routine she had left out was her shoes, which was really a ritual for her. She hardly ever wore shoes. She popped the blood bag out of her mouth, licking the tip of a fang as she spoke. "Hows it hanging, bloodbag?" Danielle broke the silence between the two with her perfected romanian accent. She was purebred american.
Dani especially liked hanging out with Noah because her was around the one friend she had. The rest of the population thought she was crazy. Dani was that one person at lunch, sitting at a corner by herself, taking tiny bites from a bag lunch. She hadn't been able to interact with one person yet without either being asked about her attire, or bringing up vampires. She loved Noah because he'd openly discuss it without getting freaked out. And Dani found that amusing. She always joked about Noah being a vampire, even though she knew it wasn't true. Danielle had come to face the truth that they weren't real, she had been forced to face the truth that they weren't real. Her parents had taken her to a therapist when she was a youngster. She had given up bringing them up around them for awhile, until college hit and they addiction and theories started exploding from every orifice of Danielle. She was hooked in, fang by piercing fang.