well, here it is.
Meet me.
Hello, as you probably already know, I'm a vampire. All the other vampires you'll ever know say that they hate their life and all that crap, but as for me, I love it! I was turned while I was walking home from school about two years ago. I was late getting out because of choir practice, so it was just getting dark. As I was walking, I thought I heard someone call my name. When I turned around, no one was there, so I turned back around and almost ran into a person. Well a guy. A very cute guy with black hair, a gray button-down shirt, jeans, and my favorite shoes: Converse. He looked as if he had just come from something important. I really hoped that he didn't have a girlfriend. He almost reminded me of a spy but much, much cuter. Did I mention that he was GORGEOUS?!
"I'm sorry but do you know where Fairway Lane is?" he asked me in a British accent.
That's weird I though to myself that's the street that I lived on. He must be in the family that moved into the vacant house a few houses down from mine.
"If you don't know, it's alright."
"No, sorry, I was just zoning off like usual. Yeah, I know where the street is. Follow me, I'm headed there myself."
"Thanks," he smiled at me and we started to walk and chat.
He asked me what my interests were and what I was good at. I told him that I sing and play piano. Oh, and I was totally obsessed with vampires. When I told him that he seemed surprised. "Vampires?"
"Yeah, they're really cool to learn about. I really wish they were real. I'd die to become one. Every time I think about them I become happy."
"Why?"
"I don't really know, actually. I just do."
"They are real. They're just in hiding. Most don't want humans to know they exist anymore. We were pursecuted enough long ago."
"You say 'we' as if you were a vampire."
He swallowed and turned towards me, holding me by the shoulders, "You swear you won't tell anyone, anyone at all?"
"Tell anyone what?"
"That I'm a vampire"
"I won't. Who would believe me anyway? They'd probably think that I was dreaming something and that I'm just making up another vampire story."
"Thank you," he started to walk away from me, but then he stopped and turned around, "Would you still like to become a vampire Emma?"
"Yes...how do you know my name?"
"Do you honestly think that I accidently stumbled upon you? I've been watching you for months now, trying to learn more about you."
"Hold on, so how'd you get the information about me?"
"Mostly from your friends and teachers. I have a way of erasing memory. I use them for what I need them for and then I clear their memory of any thought of me or my questions."
"Sneaky."
He laughed and smiled at me.
"Do you still need to come to my street?"
"Yeah, I live there. Three houses down from you. The black one."
"Really? I've never seen you out before. Oh yeah, vamps can't be out in the sun, duh."
"Well, just not for very long."
"So, are you going to bite me?"
"You really want to become like me? You might not like it. It's not like you can change back; it's permanent."
"Yes. I really love vampires and I would never want to change back."
"Okay, but remember, you wanted this, not me." He leaned into me, showing his fangs.
Everything went black.
After Transformation
I woke up in my bedroom. Nothing really processed through my mind for a few minutes. I lie there wondering how I got back to my house and what had really happened to me last night. The first thing that came back was the guy. I never got to ask him his name. He knew mine so I probably just forgot. I wondered if I’d ever see him again, probably not, but it was worth thinking about. He was so perfect, from his hair to his clothes to that wonderful accent of which I adored. Wait I thought Am I a vampire? I quickly rushed into by bathroom and looked in my mirror. What I saw astounded me, well, what wasn’t there astounded me. I made no reflection in the glass! I felt my teeth with my tongue and sure enough, there were sharp as a needle.
"Wow," I thought, "I'm a freakin' vamp!" Just then, my brother started pounding on the door.
"Get out! I need to go!"
"Make me. I'm busy."
"I'll tell mom."
Uh oh. They couldn't know about this. I really didn't need them to put me through some praying circle or something like that. They were big into the church. I was too, but I couldn't stand that they really disapproved of vamps. I mean, seriously, what did they do to you?
"Emma!! Get out now. I'm getting mom."
"I'm coming."
I opened the door and slithered through the thin opening so he couldn't see that I made no reflection.
"Five years later she crawls out of her hole."
"Love ya too," I scowled at him.
My brother is ten and thinks that he knows everything. It gets pretty annoying. He interrupts me all the time. Even when I'm watching my favorite show: Moonlight.
Here's a picture of the main characters:
[sorry...the blog has the pics.]
See the guy in the middle? His name is Mick St. John. He's my favorite character. He's so hot! Him and the two others dressed in black are vampires. The girl on the right is named Beth. She is a reporter and is really good friends with Mick. Mick + Beth=Macbeth. Heh heh. She's let him bite her on the arm when he almost died and she also kissed him in one episode.
If you ever get the chance, WATCH THIS SHOW! Episodes are on Friday at 9pm/8pm central on CBS. If you like vampires, you will LOVE it.
Okay, back to what happened.
After I walked away from my brother, I went into the kitchen because I was hungry. I know that so many people think that vamps can't eat normal food, but it's a lie. We can eat food. It decreases our hunger but not our thirst. We do drink blood. To us it tastes like a warm, very delicious flavor. Humans taste a salty, much less pleasing taste. That's really the reason humans don't drink it. They really could, but they just choose not to.
When I got to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed the cheese, ham, and of course, my favorite condiment: mustard. The thing is, for some reason I really like mustard. I did a science project in 8th grade about which brand would freeze the quickest. Yeah, weird, I know. I'm usually like that, but people like me just the way I am. Even if I'm obsessed with mustard and vampires.
So, I made my sandwich on whole-wheat bread and took it out to the porch to eat it. The door creaked as I opened it and thankfully, neither my mom nor my brother heard it. I let out a sigh of relief and closed the door.
Outside, it was about 50° F with a slight breeze that made me shiver, but oddly enough, even though I was only wearing blue jeans and a thin three-quarter-sleeved black top and my famous Converse, I wasn’t cold. I took my sandwich and trotted down to the next-to-last step and sat down. I munched off the crust and just started to take a bite of the middle when he walked up to me.
"How have you been my dear?” he asked me.
“Um, hi, yeah, I’ve been good, great actually! What about you?”
“I’m content,” he smiled. “I see you are a night person now.”
“I’ve always been a night person, but now I can live that life all the time.”
He chuckled slightly and looked to his right, “Just remember, you chose this path of night, not I.”
“Why would you say...”
“Just remember for when you’re five hundred years old and truly wish you could die.”
I looked at the ground, “Okay.”
He slowly walked up to me, and tilted my chin up with two fingers. “And also remember that I will always be here if you need anything, anything at all.” He kissed me lightly on the lips.
“I will,” I said quietly.
He started to walk away and then I remembered something, "What's your name?"
He turned around, "Nicholas," he said, "When you need me, call my name three times and I will be by your side."
"Okay, thank you," I said and smiled.
I turned to walk up the stairs. I grabbed my sandwich and opened the front door. My brother was still in the bathroom, thank gosh, because if he saw Nicholas he definitely would have told my parents. Then they would ask me a ton of questions that I don't think I could answer. They would most likely send me away to like a crazy home or something. My friend wanted to hire someone for my addiction to vamps, so if I told them I was turned, they wouldn't believe me. I was freaking out. What should I do? I asked myself.
"Pack your things and leave a note that you will be back in a few weeks," Nicholas said all of a sudden.
"What? Wait, can you read minds too?"
"No," he laughed, "You just look like you didn't know what to do, like a lost puppy."
"Oh," I said quietly, "I'll go pack. I'll be out in an hour."
"I'll count the minutes," he replied.
I walked inside and into my room. Grabbing my suitcase and backpack from my closet, I opened my drawers and put in some clothes. I packed three pairs of jeans, a bunch of different shirts (ranging from t-shirts to polos to three-quarter sleeved cotton tops),undies, and some socks. I already had on my Converse, so I didn't need to pack them. I threw my iPod, laptop, and a few other things into my backpack. I found a sheet of paper and a pen and quickly scribbled a note to my parents. I told them that I was going away for a few weeks and I would okay, that they shouldn't worry. As I was leaving my room, my brother came out of the bathroom. I quickly hid my things and casually walked past him into the living room. He looked at me funny, nodded, and went back into his room. He was tired. I could tell. It was only like 4:00am.
Once his door was closed, I set the note on the coffee table, got my things, and went out the front door. Nicholas was standing at the light post.
"Ready to go Emma?"
Of course I was...or so I thought.
I jogged over to him and he took my suitcase. He smiled at me. What a sweet smile to compliment that gorgeous face. His gorgeous face complimented his hot body. He must have have a six-pack. It looked like he worked out a lot, but not too much to get too buff. He was the perfect shape and size. Now that we were under a light, I could see that his hair was pitch black, and his eyes were a misty gray color.
"Follow me," he said.
I did. He lead me to a dark red Porche. Its was a very nice car in perfect condition. Nicholas opened the trunk and placed my suitcase in it. He held his hand out for my backpack, and I gave it to him. He put that in there too. When he closed the hatch, he opened the passenger-side door and nodded at me to get in. I hesitated a moment, but eventually got in. He closed the door and got in on the driver's side. When the car was started, we took off town the road. Not too fast, but quickly none the less. I sat back and relaxed. I had the feeling that this was going to be a long ride.
Hello, as you probably already know, I'm a vampire. All the other vampires you'll ever know say that they hate their life and all that crap, but as for me, I love it! I was turned while I was walking home from school about two years ago. I was late getting out because of choir practice, so it was just getting dark. As I was walking, I thought I heard someone call my name. When I turned around, no one was there, so I turned back around and almost ran into a person. Well a guy. A very cute guy with black hair, a gray button-down shirt, jeans, and my favorite shoes: Converse. He looked as if he had just come from something important. I really hoped that he didn't have a girlfriend. He almost reminded me of a spy but much, much cuter. Did I mention that he was GORGEOUS?!
"I'm sorry but do you know where Fairway Lane is?" he asked me in a British accent.
That's weird I though to myself that's the street that I lived on. He must be in the family that moved into the vacant house a few houses down from mine.
"If you don't know, it's alright."
"No, sorry, I was just zoning off like usual. Yeah, I know where the street is. Follow me, I'm headed there myself."
"Thanks," he smiled at me and we started to walk and chat.
He asked me what my interests were and what I was good at. I told him that I sing and play piano. Oh, and I was totally obsessed with vampires. When I told him that he seemed surprised. "Vampires?"
"Yeah, they're really cool to learn about. I really wish they were real. I'd die to become one. Every time I think about them I become happy."
"Why?"
"I don't really know, actually. I just do."
"They are real. They're just in hiding. Most don't want humans to know they exist anymore. We were pursecuted enough long ago."
"You say 'we' as if you were a vampire."
He swallowed and turned towards me, holding me by the shoulders, "You swear you won't tell anyone, anyone at all?"
"Tell anyone what?"
"That I'm a vampire"
"I won't. Who would believe me anyway? They'd probably think that I was dreaming something and that I'm just making up another vampire story."
"Thank you," he started to walk away from me, but then he stopped and turned around, "Would you still like to become a vampire Emma?"
"Yes...how do you know my name?"
"Do you honestly think that I accidently stumbled upon you? I've been watching you for months now, trying to learn more about you."
"Hold on, so how'd you get the information about me?"
"Mostly from your friends and teachers. I have a way of erasing memory. I use them for what I need them for and then I clear their memory of any thought of me or my questions."
"Sneaky."
He laughed and smiled at me.
"Do you still need to come to my street?"
"Yeah, I live there. Three houses down from you. The black one."
"Really? I've never seen you out before. Oh yeah, vamps can't be out in the sun, duh."
"Well, just not for very long."
"So, are you going to bite me?"
"You really want to become like me? You might not like it. It's not like you can change back; it's permanent."
"Yes. I really love vampires and I would never want to change back."
"Okay, but remember, you wanted this, not me." He leaned into me, showing his fangs.
Everything went black.
After Transformation
I woke up in my bedroom. Nothing really processed through my mind for a few minutes. I lie there wondering how I got back to my house and what had really happened to me last night. The first thing that came back was the guy. I never got to ask him his name. He knew mine so I probably just forgot. I wondered if I’d ever see him again, probably not, but it was worth thinking about. He was so perfect, from his hair to his clothes to that wonderful accent of which I adored. Wait I thought Am I a vampire? I quickly rushed into by bathroom and looked in my mirror. What I saw astounded me, well, what wasn’t there astounded me. I made no reflection in the glass! I felt my teeth with my tongue and sure enough, there were sharp as a needle.
"Wow," I thought, "I'm a freakin' vamp!" Just then, my brother started pounding on the door.
"Get out! I need to go!"
"Make me. I'm busy."
"I'll tell mom."
Uh oh. They couldn't know about this. I really didn't need them to put me through some praying circle or something like that. They were big into the church. I was too, but I couldn't stand that they really disapproved of vamps. I mean, seriously, what did they do to you?
"Emma!! Get out now. I'm getting mom."
"I'm coming."
I opened the door and slithered through the thin opening so he couldn't see that I made no reflection.
"Five years later she crawls out of her hole."
"Love ya too," I scowled at him.
My brother is ten and thinks that he knows everything. It gets pretty annoying. He interrupts me all the time. Even when I'm watching my favorite show: Moonlight.
Here's a picture of the main characters:
[sorry...the blog has the pics.]
See the guy in the middle? His name is Mick St. John. He's my favorite character. He's so hot! Him and the two others dressed in black are vampires. The girl on the right is named Beth. She is a reporter and is really good friends with Mick. Mick + Beth=Macbeth. Heh heh. She's let him bite her on the arm when he almost died and she also kissed him in one episode.
If you ever get the chance, WATCH THIS SHOW! Episodes are on Friday at 9pm/8pm central on CBS. If you like vampires, you will LOVE it.
Okay, back to what happened.
After I walked away from my brother, I went into the kitchen because I was hungry. I know that so many people think that vamps can't eat normal food, but it's a lie. We can eat food. It decreases our hunger but not our thirst. We do drink blood. To us it tastes like a warm, very delicious flavor. Humans taste a salty, much less pleasing taste. That's really the reason humans don't drink it. They really could, but they just choose not to.
When I got to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed the cheese, ham, and of course, my favorite condiment: mustard. The thing is, for some reason I really like mustard. I did a science project in 8th grade about which brand would freeze the quickest. Yeah, weird, I know. I'm usually like that, but people like me just the way I am. Even if I'm obsessed with mustard and vampires.
So, I made my sandwich on whole-wheat bread and took it out to the porch to eat it. The door creaked as I opened it and thankfully, neither my mom nor my brother heard it. I let out a sigh of relief and closed the door.
Outside, it was about 50° F with a slight breeze that made me shiver, but oddly enough, even though I was only wearing blue jeans and a thin three-quarter-sleeved black top and my famous Converse, I wasn’t cold. I took my sandwich and trotted down to the next-to-last step and sat down. I munched off the crust and just started to take a bite of the middle when he walked up to me.
"How have you been my dear?” he asked me.
“Um, hi, yeah, I’ve been good, great actually! What about you?”
“I’m content,” he smiled. “I see you are a night person now.”
“I’ve always been a night person, but now I can live that life all the time.”
He chuckled slightly and looked to his right, “Just remember, you chose this path of night, not I.”
“Why would you say...”
“Just remember for when you’re five hundred years old and truly wish you could die.”
I looked at the ground, “Okay.”
He slowly walked up to me, and tilted my chin up with two fingers. “And also remember that I will always be here if you need anything, anything at all.” He kissed me lightly on the lips.
“I will,” I said quietly.
He started to walk away and then I remembered something, "What's your name?"
He turned around, "Nicholas," he said, "When you need me, call my name three times and I will be by your side."
"Okay, thank you," I said and smiled.
I turned to walk up the stairs. I grabbed my sandwich and opened the front door. My brother was still in the bathroom, thank gosh, because if he saw Nicholas he definitely would have told my parents. Then they would ask me a ton of questions that I don't think I could answer. They would most likely send me away to like a crazy home or something. My friend wanted to hire someone for my addiction to vamps, so if I told them I was turned, they wouldn't believe me. I was freaking out. What should I do? I asked myself.
"Pack your things and leave a note that you will be back in a few weeks," Nicholas said all of a sudden.
"What? Wait, can you read minds too?"
"No," he laughed, "You just look like you didn't know what to do, like a lost puppy."
"Oh," I said quietly, "I'll go pack. I'll be out in an hour."
"I'll count the minutes," he replied.
I walked inside and into my room. Grabbing my suitcase and backpack from my closet, I opened my drawers and put in some clothes. I packed three pairs of jeans, a bunch of different shirts (ranging from t-shirts to polos to three-quarter sleeved cotton tops),undies, and some socks. I already had on my Converse, so I didn't need to pack them. I threw my iPod, laptop, and a few other things into my backpack. I found a sheet of paper and a pen and quickly scribbled a note to my parents. I told them that I was going away for a few weeks and I would okay, that they shouldn't worry. As I was leaving my room, my brother came out of the bathroom. I quickly hid my things and casually walked past him into the living room. He looked at me funny, nodded, and went back into his room. He was tired. I could tell. It was only like 4:00am.
Once his door was closed, I set the note on the coffee table, got my things, and went out the front door. Nicholas was standing at the light post.
"Ready to go Emma?"
Of course I was...or so I thought.
I jogged over to him and he took my suitcase. He smiled at me. What a sweet smile to compliment that gorgeous face. His gorgeous face complimented his hot body. He must have have a six-pack. It looked like he worked out a lot, but not too much to get too buff. He was the perfect shape and size. Now that we were under a light, I could see that his hair was pitch black, and his eyes were a misty gray color.
"Follow me," he said.
I did. He lead me to a dark red Porche. Its was a very nice car in perfect condition. Nicholas opened the trunk and placed my suitcase in it. He held his hand out for my backpack, and I gave it to him. He put that in there too. When he closed the hatch, he opened the passenger-side door and nodded at me to get in. I hesitated a moment, but eventually got in. He closed the door and got in on the driver's side. When the car was started, we took off town the road. Not too fast, but quickly none the less. I sat back and relaxed. I had the feeling that this was going to be a long ride.
