Chapter 1: My last name is a joke.
Hello there. this 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 being one isn't great considering I have asthma and ADHD. 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 weird. 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 “Oh so wonderful” parents decided to put me into a project called “Sector 83” 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 started and I was sadly one of the teenagers at this miserable school. 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 Kennedy 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 kind of scared 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 “smile” to it when she spoke. “Some of you may know that my father is principal of this very school.” A weird grin spread across her face. “I convinced my father to allow everyone to our mansion for a party for… Eh… 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 said, 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 popular-ish girl with blonde hair and brown eyes. Her name was Sara, and she sat down she 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 heck. “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 stuff, 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 se-” And she hung up. I felt like biting a rock. Well, better get over it. I probably need better clothes.
. . .
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 years 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.
The next chapter is called "Parties are stressful and can get you expelled" but it hasent been written yet. hope you guys like it!