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Sweet Lemon Effect 02-12-2008 10:50 PM

A Bampire Story
 
This is a short story of mine. Written at random. Don't know what was going through my head at the time. Kinda long, so I'll divide it into 2 posts.

A Bampire Story
And then I sank my teeth into the soft, tanned neck, careful to avoid getting blood on my new white shirt.

I didn’t have to worry about my prey getting away, as they had fainted from fear minutes ago. So I could take my sweet, sweet time. Blood wasn’t the most interesting thing in the world, although it was quite nice. I tore off a little piece of flesh and chewed on it for a couple of seconds. Hunting really was fun. I drained the rest of the blood from my victim, and let them drop to the floor. Stupid human. Look where it got you.

I turned around, walking out of the door of the shop. As fun as this all was, it was time to call it a night, literally. The sun was coming up. Now, the sun doesn’t bother a kick-ass vamp like me, but I have an image to uphold, and I don’t want my lovely dead-white skin to get tanned. Unlike most vamps, who are stuck with the normal skin thy were born with, I was obviously destined to become a vampire, since I had had naturally colorless skin even in my human life.

I really am wonderful. I am. I’m so much smarter than other vampires, and humans don’t even compare. I’m great. I’d better hurry home though. Leta needs fed. And she doesn’t like to be kept waiting.

I walked down the street in our little suburban paradise. The fresh sunlight gleamed off the windows of shiny S.U.Vs, bathed flowerbeds and three-car garage homes, waking the people sleeping peacefully inside them. Not.

Most of the curtains were drawn against the sun, so the inhabitants could snore undisturbed until their alarm clocks gave off shrill, ringing tones to awaken them. Something about that disturbed me, as though even humans disliked the sun, the ultimate god and life-giver.

Ah well, perhaps power does corrupt. And the sun sits there, high in the sky, looming over us and plotting the demise of its children. I know it’s out to get me. I know it.

“Yes, sit up there on your airy throne, and smirk at me. I’ll defeat you in the end.”

“Huh?” some guy was out getting the paper, clad in blue terry cloth robe and slippers.

“None of your business, yuppie.” I sneered.

He walked back to his house, muttering.

“Yeah, do something about it, pussy.”

I just like adventure, I’m not a bad guy. Really.

Sweet Lemon Effect 02-12-2008 10:55 PM

Anyways, there’s our house. Our house sat on the end of the street, lawn weedy and unkempt, dirty walls, very few windows. An ugly house really, despite it’s pleasant location. Bees nested on the roof, and feral dogs lurked the edges. I walked up, pulling the door open forcefully. Damned thing stuck. I had inherited this place from my parents, although god knows how they got it.

The door led into the foyer, which had a small coat rack beside the door, and a mahogany staircase led straight up. Wooden pews covered in blue cushions lined the walls, and a girl was sitting on one. Leta. How had she gotten out? Too late I saw the gleam in her hand, and leapt back. The kitchen knife she had slashed and stabbed my side, and dark maroon blood splattered to the floor.

I pivoted to the side, and lunged at her. She jammed the knife right into my chest, missing my heart but puncturing my lung. Now I was pissed.

“Stupid bitch!” I hit her in the face, smashing her nose, and grabbed hold of her straggly hair. Now that I had a hold, I threw her, kicking and struggling, to the ground. Her head slammed into one of the pews, and she passed out. Convenient, as I was already dizzying from my injuries. Believe it or not, we don’t just heal automatically and super fast. I had the good luck to have just fed recently, but I would have to again, immediately, to keep my self alive. No way that bastard Sun would win. I was not going to die.

I slapped the silly bitch again, out of childish anger. I really must learn to control my anger. I tore open her throat, and greedily sucked up the blood that came from it. I could feel my wounds healing, and it itched like hell. Finally, I had enough, and stood up, pulling her with me. I went into the hall closet, and removed some chains with which to bind her. I padlocked her hands and feet together, and put a tennis ball in her mouth. Then I threw her into the hall closet.

I was unbelievably angry. I walked down the hall cussing, and into the kitchen.

Johnny was seated at the kitchen table, reading today’s paper. He looked comfortable, with his shoes kicked off and a bottle of Kiwi Snapple open in front of him. He looked up as I came in.

“Hungry?” He asked.

In other words, he was hungry and wanted me to cook him food. He would never come out and ask, he would always pretend it was for my benefit. He knows I hate stupid human food.

“What do you want?” I asked, rather annoyed sounding.

“Well, I was thinking you and me could have some macaroni and talk.”

Yep. He would eat, and as soon as he was finished, run back into his room, or outside. And he ate fast.

I walked over to one of the cabinets, and pulled out a box of Kraft. His eyes never left my hands as they poured macaroni into a pot and stirred.

“Sooooooo. What did you do today?” he asked.

“I killed one of the silly Sun-worshippers. And I drained him.”

“Any good?”

“Surprisingly, yes. He tasted better than most Sun-worshippers. I wonder if it has something to do with the race.”

“What was he?”

“Mixed. His blood was tangy.”

“Psh. Sometimes I wish I was a vampire. It must be fun, hunting Sun-worshippers every night.”

“You get to hunt them too.”

“Yeah, but only once a month. I mean, I could do it in this form, but it’s rather repulsive.”

“Hmph. Lower your standards.” I replied, tossing the pot of macaroni at him. he caught it in one hand, and began rapidly spooning macaroni into his mouth.

Ugh. Him and his human Sun food.

I was still damned pissed over that bitch Leta having the fucking audacity to fucking attack me, so I went back outside, foregoing my chores and rest, to hunt again. It always calmed me down.



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