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Desperation
Hey new writer-ish. Wee, short story on vampires I cooked up in a half hour or so. Tell me what you think.
*some cursing*
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“When was the last time you saw me? A year ago right?”
He nodded while I continued.
“Not much has happened. I got turned into a vampire, so I was trying to suck your sister’s blood about a month ago. Sorry bout’ that, no worries though. Couldn’t go through with it. As she’s living proof.”
“Well, thanks for that I guess. How’d you manage getting turned into the vampire?
“How couldn’t I? You step outside at night and your either being turned into a vampire or werewolf by nights end. Hands down. Now that I am one, I have like a radar for sensing other things like me and there’s thousands. Quite scary actually.”
“ So what now… I just don’t go outside at night? Seems easy enough.”
“Don’t get drunk either. Paranoia and beer don’t mix. Sucks even more that I got a bit by a clumsy vampire too. Fucking Earl. Bit me six times.” I said showing off my scars.
The window in the bedroom let in some sunlight, so I tried to close the shades. It has been awhile since I’ve been out in the day and it has been becoming a real pain trying to avoid the slightest bit of sun. Tripping over the mattress, I closed them as I nursed my newly burnt hands.
“Lavender. Nice color choice really brings out the upholstery.”
“Thanks. You alright though?”
“What, this?” I said as I looked at my charcoal colored hands. “I’m fine. It’ll heal up in a day or two.”
Cyrus now looked uneasy. He maneuvered up closer to the door in an effort to gain an escape route. Almost as if he new I was here to kill him. I acted as if I didn’t notice and sat on his computer chair.
“You know it’s a pain, trying to get to you humans.”
“Not hard enough” He said glancing back and forth between me and the wooden peg.
“Heh, but you guys sure are crafty. There’s like a hundred of you guys left and it’s been awhile since one of you guys have been caught. We’ve been trying like hell to get up here in the sunlight and stay in the shadows and as one would imagine, it’s a bitch. I lost good men…”
I stood up and stepped closer to him.
“You know, we got pretty large bets for whomever gets us through this dry-spell. Looks like I’m going to win.” I said as I chuckled.
Cyrus darted for the peg and I waited. Stumbling over a rug, he picked it up and ran up ready to thrust the pointed edge on me. I jumped back and grabbed his arm pushing him onto the floor. I smiled.
“I thought we were friends. I thought if I got bit, I’d get bit by someone else.” he said as he plummeted to the ground.
“Nothing personal, I’m just hungry.”
He got up and charged at me. I think at that moment I found it weird, he didn’t try to run and thus I felt I should’ve just ended it. I stepped forward and got ready to grab his neck and that’s when I heard it. Cyrus’ dresser toppled over and a figure jumped out onto his neck.
“God Damn it Earl, that was mine!”
“Don’t play with your food!” The stocky vampire said as he reattempted to bite him.
I slouched back onto the chair and started to sulk.
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