Sooooo I wrote this story a few years back, and it got pretty popular but then it got erased, so now I'm uploading it again. I'm doing this because I absolutely HATE it when I go back to read a story and I can't find it anywhere, and I don't know if it was erased or if I just can't find it. Ugh. Anyways. I'm probably gonna update this as often as I can.

I changed some stuff, so it might not be quite as you remember it (if you remember it that is)

Also, I have no idea what's going on in this story, the last time I touched it was in 2012, typos and all.

This is dedicated to: All those who people read it back in 2011 (or something?) , and then tried to find it again but couldn't. Sorry guys.

Note 1: Don't try this at home.

And by this, I mean go walking through the woods in the middle of the night. And by at I mean because you thought it would be cool, and by home I mean especially through vampire territory and by period I mean oh god I really wish I hadn't done that.

And by don't try I mean I totally tried this and am going to pay for it forever…

Well, then!

Hi, my name is Cassandra (Cassie for short) and I am an 18 year old zombie female.

I have always been a nice girl, a normal girl. I've never asked much of my parents, except for the odd movie ticket or ride to the mall. I've been good to my friends; we have nice conversations and occasionally go to birthday parties together. I remember my grandparent's birthdays.

But for some reason, I don't know why, God decided to punish me with never ending pain and humiliation.

My good friend God there did that by making me feel…bored. Yes, that emotion that causes young men and women and to jump off buildings, shoot projectiles into their crotches, and turn fat.

Note 2: Don't underestimate the power of being jaded.

And by all that I mean, please someone go back in time and stop me from making the worst mistake of my life.

Note 3: Vampires are not good.

Note 4: Vampires are bad.

Note 5: Vampires are the worst.

Note 6: Please, please don't tell Jack I said that. He'd kill me. He's probably already heard me…HOLY SHIT WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?!

Ok, calm down Cassie, calm down. You're here to help these nice people not fall in the same trap you did.

Don't worry, guys, unless you have sweetblood, there's no way it could possibly happen to you unless you were trying with all your might.

Sweetblood is something that only a few non-vampires have when your blood is rididdydonculously irresistible to all vampires everywhere. It's an extremely dangerous syndrome to have because everyone is out to either drink your blood, or harvest your blood to sell it in the black market.

For the past 18 years of my life, my parents and I have a pretty good job of keeping it a secret. No playing with knives or guns or vampires. No problem.

But like I said, I got bored. I was tired of being so protected and having to stay away from all the hot guys in school, cause let's face it, if you want a hot guy you better aim for those vampires.

ANYWAYS!

It all started when one late when I was supposed to be in bed, except I wasn't. Instead I was staring out of my bedroom window wishing my life wasn't so boring.

Note 7: Be careful on those wishing stars.

All of a sudden a bloodcurdling scream ripped the air, and a bunch of people ran past my house into the woods. Behind them a huge explosion lit up the horizon.

"Hot diggety dog!" I whispered, and grabbed my binoculars and box cutter and backpack. I had been waiting for something like this to happen, and I was prepared. Adventure was my middle name after all.

I slipped on my sneakers, and snuck past my parent's room and out the door.

The air was biting, and dew was already on the grass. Houses were dark, and the sun barely crept past the horizon.

As I shimmied down the tree and over the fence, I pulled my walkie talkie out and contacted my best friend, Terry. "Terry, come in Terry."

There was a pause and her sleepy voice tumbled over. "What now?"

"SomethingweirdshappeningbehindmyhouseIsawpeoplerunningandthentherewasanexplosionIneedyouhererightnow!"

"…I'm removing the batteries." And she was no more.

'I guess I'm in this by myself' I thought and ran in the direction of the action. I had not been running for 3 minutes when there was another loud explosion and something flew through the trees to my feet.

It was body.

I hesitated in my steps. My adventurer's howl had been overcome by the death screams of reality. The body writhed around and its faint figure was revealed in the starlight. It was a boy around my age, and he was covered in dirt and blood.

"A-are you ok?" I stuttered. The fact that he stopped moving for a moment was dripping with subtle sarcasm. I immediately smacked myself after saying that. Of course he wasn't ok. He just exploded! I was already too far into the woods to get any help, and I certainly wasn't about to perform CPR on a potentially herpes ridden stranger.

"Blood, I need blood," he hissed and rolled around some more.

Ok, CPR I hated because I could never do it in health class, but Blood transfusions were easy. Aced that part with a solid B.

I scrambled to him and performed the Blood Transfusion procedure. I checked his mouth to see if he still had teeth or was choking. All clear.

"Uh, o-okay sir. I'm about to give you a blood transfusion, if you have any conflicting dietary needs please state them now." I recited and held out my wrist.

He groaned and yanked my hand down to his mouth.

Now, through all this you might have been thinking, 'wait a minute, something's wrong here. Didn't that Cassie just say she had Sweetblood or something and that she spent her whole life trying not to let people get to her blood?'

Yes. Yes I did.

So now, since you're so fucking smart you could probably piece together what happened next:

He drank EVERYTHING.

I'm not sure how, because I fainted a few seconds after, but all I remember is this ripping pain shooting down my arm before the darkness.

Don't worry; I was fine when I woke up. Since I'm a zombie, my blood replenishes itself when needed.

Unfortunately, that was the only thing that was right when I woke up, but you'll learn about that in the next chapter.

For now, just remember this:

Note 8: When a vampire wants you, he has you.

And that thing I said about not tying this at home? I was serious.

Believe me; you'll regret it for a long while. I have.