Chapter 1: My last name is a joke.
Hello there. This lovely creature you see before you is me, Tyler Dutchess. I was born and bitten a vampire, but if I had chosen, I would gladly pick human over blood-sucking beast. You might say either vampires are dumb, or that being a vampire would be awesome. Well, if you said ‘Vampires are dumb’ then I would undoubtedly agree. Well, they’re not dumb, more like terrifyingly powerful. And if you said, ‘Being a vampire would be awesome’, let me explain.
The powers you would get are pretty worth it you might say, but there are five billion to many cons for me. First, you can fly, but it’s not as easy as lifting off and whooshing around. The wings rip themselves from your back whenever you want to fly, it's because to fly, you sort of turn into a bat, sort of stay a vampire. It’s complicated. And also, the vampire customs aren't fun either. Vampires leave their children to fend for themselves once they turn eight, and we live in separate, waring clans. It’s super fun.
And (Yes, there's more.) vampires are not born vampires. They are bitten when they are babies and most die from it. But this is a book, not me complaining about everything coming my way. The actual adventures started when my parents decided to put me into a sort of project called . basically, I was meant to live in a normal, human, vampire free town, and see if it would be worth it to attack people living there.
The school let every student know what the schedule was before class, and boy, were they thorough! They made us start school a whole WEEK early. The actual first day somehow ended up being the only exciting thing that had happened this entire time.
The first day of school began, and I was sadly one of the teenagers at Rockwood High. Brrrrinnnngggg!!! The bell rang and everybody jammed themselves into their classrooms just as things were getting started. I breathed in a sigh Uhg, human scent. I was starting to get hungry and I quickly shoved the feeling back down. Not now stomach! There are too many humans. the class I was taking was a simple history class that I usually got C’s or B’s in. I wasn't to horribly terrible at human school. Not that there are vampire schools of course.
Our teacher for history, Mr. Minnick, usually started with announcements. “Good morning class! Today we are going to start off with some announcements...” (See, I told you so.) He cleared his throat and put on a pair of old-fashioned reading glasses. He picked up the announcement sheet that principal Vanport passes out to every teacher. “Tonight there will be a ‘welcome to schooL’ party at…” He paused. “Ehm, at Vanport mansion I believe.” A girl with long, red hair and flashy green eyes raised her hand and enthusiastically waved it around. “Yes, miss Vanport?” Mr. Minnick said. The girl smiled at the class around her like they were her subjects. I was already a little wary of her.
“Hello fellow students, my name is Vallery.” Vallery spoke with an accent so “fellow” sounded more like “fyellow” and “students” sounded more like “shtyoodunts”. Her voice had a fake-ish ‘grin’ to it when she spoke. “Some of you may know that my father is principal of this very school.” An odd smile spread across her face. “I convinced my father to allow everyone to our mansion for a party for… Em… Reasons.”
I could have sworn that she looked at me directly. “I would like you all to know that the basement and upstairs are strictly forbidden.” Vallery rolled her R’s quite smoothly. “Or, you will be banished from the school.” and she promptly sat back down. “Uh, thank you for that Miss Vanport.” Mr. Minnick rumbled, and continued with announcements. I had no idea why Vallery had to mention a handy dandy way to get expelled.
But I really didn’t like it.
Chapter 2: Parties do not look fun.
At this point I thought, Well, I’m not going. Well, we it was a thing we had to go to, but I have no ride. I am NOT risking being seen as a human/bat hybrid flying over the city of Rockwood. I went to lunch but, being a vampire, I kinda couldn't eat anything, ahem, anyone. I sat down on a low wall next to the fountain in the courtyard. It was dedicated to a charity I didn't recognize. Sitting alone was a sort of luxury. Where my clan lives, everything is busy and no one gets breaks. Hunting big game animals all the time every day is pretty hard. Vampires need a lot of human blood, and when they can’t get it, it means even more animal blood.
I admit I nearly snapped my human act when a girl sat down next to me. I was so hungry. I knew who she was. She was a kind of extrovert-y girl with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Her name was Sara, then she sat down, looked at me and said, “Hey, aren't you that new kid? The one that's supposed to have really pale skin? You don’t look that pale to me.”
Ok, hold on. I have to explain something. When you are bitten, your skin turns pale and your hair turn really dark, not black usually, but dark. I don't know why, and I honestly don’t care. Oh, and also vampires do not burn in sunlight. Just thought I should clear that up.
Anyway, I took what she said as a big compliment. A lot of the kids made fun of me for having really pale skin and for ‘looking like a vampire’. Welp, they got one thing right. I am a vampire. “Oh, um, thanks.” I mumbled. “Aren’t you Sara?” I said in a louder voice. “Oh yeah, thats me!” She exclaimed cheerily. “So… you going to the party tonight? I heard it's at the principal's house.” Of course she just said this to start a conversation, because all the teacher’s announced that it was at the principal’s house, but I let it slide. “eh, no. My parents don’t think parties are worth wasting gas on, and I don’t have a car.” She tilted her head like she was about to say something, when none other that Vallery Vanport interrupted her.
“I heard that someone doesn't want to come to my party. I don’t like people who forbid themselves from hospitality” Her eyes shimmered in a very not nice way. “Oops.” She said in a monotone voice, and kicked my ratty backpack into the fountain. The kids behind her forced a laugh. Sara looked ready to bust her top. “He didn’t deserve that Val! Plus the only reason he couldn't come is because his parents wont let him!” I kinda felt bad. Obviously, Vallery was not convinced by Sara, and continued to be a jerk.
“Heh, this boy seems like a fast runner, he could have just walked.” Dang, why didn’t I think of that? And she was sorta right. I can run fast. “What’s your name?” Her eyes pierced through me. At this point, I was getting a little scared. She could make up an excuse in three seconds flat to get me expelled.
“T-tyler.” I managed to say. “I better see you at the party,” She hissed. “Because getting caught upstairs would do you no good.” and strolled away.
I turned around to see Sara already drying off my fifty-year old textbooks from my now drenched backpack. “You um, didn’t have to do that you know.” I said and started to help her dry off some of my stuff. I know I said that, but in reality, I was grateful as pine. “Well…” Sara murmured. “Well… what?” I prodded. She laughed a little and scoffed, “I was going to say ‘Well what are friends for?’ or something goofy like that. Most people don’t like it when I see them as a friend.” “Oh… I don’t mind.”
Oh crud, oh crud, oh crud. Great job Tyler! Make friends with your food! This is exactly what this entire project was for! As I picked up all my damp things, thanked Sara and turned around to leave. I am such an idiot! But I can’t let her get hurt now. Thats a thing friends do, I think. A shout interrupted my thoughts. “Tyler!” I turned around to see Sara running up to me. “You can ride with me if you like! I need a plus one.” I did a double take. “Uh, that would be great, actually.” She grinned “Yay! Here’s my number, call ya later!” and with that, I was friends with someone normal Vampires call, ‘A tasty snack’.
Chapter 3: Snacks make great friends.
At the end of last period, I rung Sara up on the ancient Iphone that someone in my tribe had literally stolen of a corpse. “Heya!” She said “Almost time for the party, whatcha wearin?” “Uh, clothes.” I confusedly stated. I heard her snort on her side of the phone. “No, I mean, aren't you going to wear something nice?” I have never been to a party before, but I had no idea that clothes were so important. Where I come from, clothes were only supposed to protect you from the elements. And pitchforks. “I would say yes, but I have nothing nice.” She gasped in fake horror. “You need to wear something good and so help me, I will take you shopping if necessary!” This girl was under no circumstances, BUYING ME SOMETHING STUPID. If she wants me to wear whatever a ‘tux’ is, I would rather eat it than wear something so useless. “Please don’t make me wear anything that start with ‘tux’” I grumbled. I heard her mumble something to herself. “You know what, fine. Meet me at the mall in thirty minutes.” Oh no. “No, your not bu-” And she hung up. I felt like biting a rock. Well, better get over it. I probably need better clothes.
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I smushed down another wave of hunger as I walked up to Sara. “You cannot buy me anything I hate, deal?” I could basically see her gears spin before she answered. She gave me a “Alrighty then” face, and said “Why do I feel like that will be everything in the whole mall?” I snorted, “It better be.” She punched me in the shoulder and grabbed my wrist with the comment, “Well, we better start looking!” and proceeded to drag me along.
I looked around the mall, trying not to gag at the overwhelming smell of perfume and human sweat. All the clothes for men were basically disgusting. “Tyler, you are impossible to buy for! Why can’t you where any of these?” She pulled out a black tuxedo with a blue bow tie, looked back at me, and then at the suit. “Actually, I think your right!” I snorted, “About what?” She shook her head. “None of these would look good on you, lets try somewhere else.” She motioned for me to come with her as she exited the store. “I have no idea what to get you!” As she pondered this, I aimlessly looked around the store, until I saw something that would be perfect. “What about that?” I mused. It was a creme shirt with black pants and a thin grey overcoat. Sara looked at it like it was the holy grail. “Yes! Oh my goodness yes!” She grabbed my wrist again and ran for the stairs. I have never been so afraid of letting go in my entire life. Sara and I practically burst through the store’s doors when we got up there. Me, being socially disabled, had Sara go up to the front desk to pay for it. As she was paying, I realized something my dumb little brain should have thought of hours ago. I didn’t want the humans to be attacked. One of them was my friend, and she had family and friends too, this was what it was like to be a human. I could just never even look at my old clan and they would just think I died or something and move on. But what if they sent another vampire in my place? One not so nice? I shouldn’t think of this now. I still have plenty of time. This stupid project was supposed to last three years! “Uhh, hello? Anyone in there?” Sara was waving a hand in front of my face. “Oh, uh, sorry. Got lost in my thoughts.” “Well I got the outfit Mr. Picky Pants. Let’s go.” We walked out of the building and Sara shooed me towards her car. “C’mon. We can make a quick stop at my house to get changed and then we go to the party.” I kinda just followed along with what she was saying until she said, “Oh, I nearly forgot! I got you a surprise!” I jolted upright from a slouched position and looked at her. She pantomimed a zipper being pulled across her mouth. “Nope! Not until we get to my house.” We walked in silence until we reached her car. It was a yellow Beetle convertible with fake eyelashes attached to the front lights. I hopped into the passenger seat and Sara hopped into the driver’s seat. As we drove off, I felt better and better about this stupid project. Chapter 4: Our principal might be dead.
We arrived at Sara’s house in one piece. As I stepped out of the car, she burst out, “Welcome to my humble abode!” with a cheesy grin. It was a small, two story brick house with a large garden in the front. She lived in a wooded neighborhood, the kind that you need to have a code to get into. Looking around, I though, Man, I wonder what kind of game can be found around here. “It’s nice.” I mused. “Thanks! Also, one question. Are you allergic to cats?” I was taken aback a little by what she said. “Uhh, cats? I don’t think so.” Sara sighed in relief, “Good, because last time I had a friend over, she had a huge allergic reaction to my cat, Pickle.” Okay. I hope I’m not allergic to cats. We walked down the cobblestone path in an awkward silence. I hate awkward silences. She unlocked the door and let me inside. It was like a mini jungle! She had hanging plants and potted cacti everywhere. A small bowl labeled “Pickle” sat on the floor. When you walked in,there was an earthy smell that reminded you of a rabbits burrow, or a garden. Pictures on the walls mingled with the hanging plants. It was the homiest place I had ever been in. The cat dubbed “Pickle” walked through a small, square door on the back porch. He was a small grey tabby wearing a green collar with a copper label. “Wow.” I mumbled. Sara rolled her eyes. “Stop marveling, and put this on.” She shoved the outfit into my arms, and pushed me into a room. “I’ll be getting ready in my room, so don’t come in.”
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I tugged at the slightly-too-small sleeves of the overcoat. It had fit almost perfectly. I looked at myself in the wall-hung mirror in the guest room. I didn’t look that bad, actually. Could've been worse. I stepped out of the room to find Sara wrapping a choker around her neck. She was wearing a short, turquoise dress and a black choker necklace with a porcelain face of a woman in the front. She turned around and smiled like someone who just won the lottery. “Eeeeek! I’m so excited!” she grabbed a small grey bag and swung it over her shoulder. I wasn't looking forward to seeing Vallery, but I was enjoying myself. “Eh, I could be in a worse situation.” At that, she punched my shoulder. “C’mon, lets go!” We speed walked out of the house and into the car. “Oh!” She exclaimed, and slapped her palm to her forehead. “I nearly forgot! Again!” I actually laughed, probably the first time I ever laughed at something besides my siblings hurting themselves. “I have to give you the surprise I had!” She rummaged around in her bag, and procured a blood-red bowtie. “Ta-da!” she beamed. I grabbed it and looked it over. “Thanks, this is the first ever gift I've ever received.” I looked up to see a very severe look on Sara’s face. “For real? Not even on a birthday?” I pondered what she said. “Nope, not even on a birthday.” “That’s just…” She thought for a moment. “Sad.” She finished. We sat for a moment in silence. “Well get buckled.” Sara cautioned. I put the bow-tie on and buckled up. “Let’s roll!” She announced, and revved the engine.
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As we were driving, I looked out the window and thought I saw something large move around. Maybe I was Imagining things, but I still leaned over to Sara and asked, “Uh, are there any large animals that live around here?” She blinked. “Huh, there have been moose and deer sighting around here, a few wolves, but other than that, no.” I looked at the setting sun through the trees. “Weird, I just thought I saw something. That's all.” I heard her make some sort of a grunt. We sat in silence. I saw a shift in the bushes. Okay, this time I KNEW I saw something outside the car window. “Did you see that? I swear I just saw something.” SHe rolled her eyes in a very I’m-driving-it’s-not-like-I-saw fashion. When I looked back at Sara, she had an indecisive expression on her face, like she wasn’t sure about telling me something. “Okay. Tyler, I’m not to sure if your the kind of person that gets freaked by this kind of stuff, but there are legends around here of large beasts roaming the woods.” I must of had a very blank face, because she then narrowed her eyes and muttered, “I would punch your shoulder again if I wasn’t driving. I come from a family that believes in that kind of junk.” I laughed and looked out the window again, there was nothing. Just like there should be. I was a little alarmed that some humans actually thought there was some truth behind legends. Most thought it was just the ravings of some long-forgotten storyteller or fanatic. It helped things like Me, Vampires, and other creatures get around without being noticed. The trees cleared a little, and the road became somehow cleaner. We were on a driveway. “Well, you might get that punch anyway. Were here.” Sara eased her foot down on the brake as we emerged from the woods and into the actual parking area. There were about a dozen cars all parked on the white cement. My jaw dropped as I looked up at the house. It was huge! The mansion looked like the classic, run down type that you find in horror books. Except the run down part. We parked in an available space next to a courtyard of some sort. Sara started laughing, very loudly. “What?” I muttered, swerving around in my seat to face her. “Y-you look as if someone slapped you in the face! Is it that exciting? There are mansions all over Rockwood.” Oh, crud. I didn’t know that. “T-there are? I’ve never seen one.” Her face immediately darkened. But she did not speak. We climbed out of the car and sped towards the steps leading up to the large oak doors. They had carvings on them of some scene from a legend or something. I had never seen people with bat wings before on any other type of inscription. Sara snapped me out of my stupor. “Tyler, either you were very, very sheltered growing up, or your parents where superstitious too.” Her face said she wasn’t joking. “There are quite a few legends correlating with the disappearance of children around wooded mansions. Never to be seen again.” My laughter died as soon as I saw her face. “Some of these were no stories, Tyler. The last disappearance was in the late 90’s. I know that was a long time ago, but twenty-three children presumably died in one month.” I shivered. Wow, at least some of those deaths were from Vampires. I felt horrible. “I-I didn’t know.” I mumbled. Sara sighed, “I know, but almost everyone around here believes some of the legends. Even TV teams have come down here, for some ghost hunter expedition.” I nodded and raised a fist to the door. “You know Tyler…” Sara said. She had a sly grin on her face that made me nervous. I lowered my hand. “THe party hasn’t officially started yet, Vallery never said exploring the courtyard wasn’t allowed.” I pinched my eyebrows together, “That’s true but-” “Oh, c’mon Tyler! We’ll be completely fine.” Sara punched my arm again and rolled her eyes with a smile. I smiled back. I had to admit, my curiosity was piqued, too. “Alright, then. But we better hurry, it starts in thirty.” Sara squeaked and burst through the garden gate, “Hold on!” I nearly yelled. I walked through the gate, looking around. “S-Sara?” I said. “Where are you?” THe flowers were very pretty, but I did not stop to Ooh and Aah. “Sara? It’s not that funny anymore!” I yelled. I started to panic, Was she caught? Did something besides Vallery catch her? Is she hurt? Is there another Vampire? Or something worse? I heard her squeak again, more so in fear. I burst around the corner and found her, standing in the middle of a small, open building. The first wall that should have had a door was simply nonexistent. The items that covered the walls seemed like medieval torture devices. A small picture frame was propped up on a large-ish table. A very narrow table, it was shaped like a coffin. The picture was of a man with red hair, grey streaked through. His eyes where the color of slate, and he had a grim expression. I guessed he was a relative to Vallery. Sara turned around and looked at me with terror in her eyes. I slowly crept up beside her to see what was inscribed on the top of the table.
Carter Darius Vanport
That was no table, that was the coffin of our principal.
Chapter 5: Holy pine trees, Vallery’s family is terrifying.
A strangled cry echoed from my lungs. I had never actually killed someone before. Or drank human blood. I had seen dead people, but always from afar. I never liked going up and leering over them like my siblings did. This was a whole other story of terror. “What, what does it say?” Sara said, her eyes wide. I turned a little, my eyes still locked on the name. “C-Carter Darius Vanport. I t-think our principal might be dead, S-Sara.” She walked up next to me, she didn’t gasp, it was a sort of sharp inhale. I pulled my eyes away from the inscription, and looked at the walls. “Sara, what are these?” The devices on the walls were clearly old. They were covered in dust. The items ranged from guns in many different sizes, handguns to rifles, all with small pouches of bullets next to them. THe bullets were silver. Out of shock, I hissed a little. A Vampire cliche. These were Vampire hunter’s guns. Wooden stakes were held in small racks. In order of size. This time, Sara did gasp. “Wow, I’ve never seen real Vampire defence kits. Look at these!” I turned in time to see her picking up a leather strap tied around two antlers. “This was used to make Vampires think bucks were fighting, see the carvings in red ink? That was said to ward them off a few feet, incase they came too soon.” I looked at her in horror. “P-people a-actually hunted them?” Sara’s look of wonder melted off quicker than I expected. “Yeah, its sad. Most of the time they nailed some poor hunter. That’s why it was outlawed. My Dad was a pro at this kinda stuff.” My look of horror must have somehow grew worse, because when Sara finally looked at me, she blanched. “Tyler, woah! He never hunted Vampires! He was just an expert on identifying what was what. The real hunters were ruthless, children did disappear, but I really don’t think Vampires are to blame.” I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a larger wave of relief than now. I stumbled out of the tomb-memorial and crashed on a metal bench. I looked at my hands, I was shaking. Bad. “Sara, let’s get out of here.” I stumbled over my own tongue as I tried to make the words. Sara nodded. “Yeah, I-I’m sorry I dragged you down here in the first place. This was a horrible idea.” I stood up and started walking to the gate, when the worst wave of hunger I ever experienced ripped through me. I hissed, quite loudly. I stumbled forward and grabbed the metal archway that hung over the gate. I turned my head around to face Sara’s. Her face paled so much you nearly couldn’t tell she had freckles. “T-Tyler, your eyes… They look like a cat’s eyes.” She stepped back a bit. Oh, no. When your a Vampire, being in pain can make your eyes return to slits. It’s an obvious sign that someone is a Vampire, too. “S-Sara. I’m fine. Lets just go.” Sara shook her head. “Tyler, what’s wrong with your eyes? You can trust me, I promise.” Even though her words were shaky, she stood her ground and scowled. She had the impression of a bunny standing up to a wolf. “Sara, if I tell you, you’ll either grab one of those guns, not believe me, or scream and run away.” Sara’s tough expression softened, not in fear, but understanding. I think something was clicking for her. Finally, amazement and fear reached her. “You never brought something to lunch.” Murmured Sara, a little more to herself than me. “And your eyes, and…” A wary smile spread across her face. Then it puttered out. I scowled, this is the daughter of a Vampire expert! She should be more scared, I could have been dangerous. I… I am dangerous. Sara shook her head again. “Tyler, are you not human?” Her voice started to shake, and so did her. I sat down on the grass, I felt very weak. “Sara, you don’t have to trust me.” Sara scoffed, “I just learned that my friend is a V-vampire…” It was really sinking in, now. I smirked a little. She shook herself a little and carried on, “This is awesome! And scary, my Dad was an expert on this stuff! I think he would have been amazed and horrified at the same time..” Her eyes glazed over for a minute, and then she helped me up. “I’ve decided it’s awesome.” She grinned a large smile that took up her whole face. I smiled a little, too. “Well, if the shock is over, can I ask a favor of you?” Sara looked squeamish. “Okay, ew. Don’t start thinking I want to drink your blood or something! I just need you to cover for me, I have to find some sort of animal…” Sara looked relieved and sad. “What.. Oh. Yeah I’ll leave you to that, Vallery will never know.” The old, sneaky smile returned to her face, and she headed for the staircase. “Wait, one thing, Sara.” I murmured. She turned around with one eyebrow raised. “Thank you, for trusting me.” Sara immediately ran back and tackled me in a hug. “Anytime!” Said she, and with that, I was alone.
All I got so far. Sorry For the wait. I added a little bit more to it!