How Am I A Vampire?

“Tory it's complicated!” My boy friend Matt said, he waned me to stay home cause I've been sick the past few days. I didn't know if it was the flu or the cold or what. But I went to the doctor and she told me to just to let it pass.

“But... Matt... I want... to come... with you...” I said between coughs.

“Tory, your sick, stay home. You don't need to be more sick.” He said with concern in his voice.

“Fine I'll stay, even though I was well enough to go to school!” I yelled pounding my way up the stirs. I heard Matt come after me but I already had my pillow scrunched up and was resting my head on it. Crying, make-up running down my face.

“Look, hon, you already thew up again and I just don't want you even more sick, ok? ok, honey, baby boo.” He said starting to use that baby voice and squeezing me into a hug.

“Ok, I'll stay, I'll stay so I don't get more sick, you go and have fun.” I said planing a kiss on his lips, he only kissed me back.

After a wile Matt left, leaving me to myself, to our big house. I didn't know what to do so I went to the basement and played pool. After that I walked back upstairs but before I did I saw something siting in the closet facing the stares, something I've never saw before. I closed the door to the room filled up all the games n' all. Then I walked slowly to the white object; I could smell a vary strong powerful smell coming from it. It was like a rust smell mixed in with a sulfur and acid-y smell. But also a ice smell a bad smell.

I pinched my nose in protest but continued to walk to the object, which was now in plain view; it was a white floor freezer, like the ones you see a butcher shop. I opened it and could not believe what my eyes where telling me, because if they where giving my brain right information then what I'm looking at is blood. And I'm 99 percent positive that it was human blood, it smelt like human blood, not that I would know, but I'm a complete and total klutz. So I've seen my fair share of blood before.

I could feel a over powering thirst, with out thinking I reached in a grabbed a bag of blood and sink my teeth into it.

I drank a mouth full and slowed it, the blood made my throat feel better. I could feel the blood run down my neck and run over my chokers, then down the rest of my neck and finally seeping into my black Flyleaf t-shirt. I could feel the color in my cheeks coming back and warmth filling my body from head to tow. I felt better and more alive.

By the time 5 seconds where up I had it drained dry. I reached in a took another one still felling sick, this time I drank it slower, this time the blood ran down my hands and started to drip at my elbows. I could hear footsteps from upsides and then loud echoing footsteps on the basement satires. Then the footsteps stop and then I heard glass shattering. After, like, a second he was on top of me grabbing the blood out of my hands. I was pulling it back to my mouth and trying to get the last bit of blood into my mouth. But he only grabbed my wrist and the bag and pulled in different directions, causing me to lose my grip.

He grabbed me and pulled me up the sires to the kitchen, he sat me on the counter and got a wet paper towel and started to wipe my face, neck, and arms. He kept muttering something about me and some council I didn't know what he was talking about until I asked:

“Matt, whats going on?” I asked my voice shaky and panicky.

“I don't know kid I just don't know.” He said as he started to wash the blood off my face, chin, neck, hands, and arms.

“Um, Matt, I'm scared.” I chocked out thew the paper towel he had over my mouth from getting off all the blood.

“I know.” He said bring me into a deep and tight hug. I buried my face in his neck and started to cry.


Matt's POV.

After Matt told Tory she couldn't go to the party with Matt, he left. He got down to the end of the street of Dove Dr, he relied he forgot his money and cell phone. So he turned around and went back. He walked in he was thinking Tory in probably wondering why and I here so early, no party lasts for five minutest. Yet with the thought he still went inside, ones he and money and cell in hands, he went for the door. But saw the basement door open and thought: It wasn't like that when I left, but I was open when I got home. Just didn't bother with it.

He walked down the basement steps and saw something he would never see. Tory drinking blood from her second blood bag. He rushed down there and tried to pull the bag from her hands but failed the first time. But the second time he got it.

He pried her upstairs and cleaned her mouth. After that she just started to cry in his arms. But felt something wired on her back and it wasn't her normal goth stuff.

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sorry its short the next chapter will be longer ok:)