Disclaimer: BAM isn't mine... won't be mine either....
I got this idea from talking to one of my friends... This is kinda short though, I might write more... or maybe see what she wants to do... who knows... (I don't lol)
Everyone thought he was dead. He knew the truth though. He wasn't dead. He was what people would call "undead," a vampire. He hated the fact that, because he was famous, everyone knew he was dead. If only they truly knew what had really happened though.
He was walking down the sidewalk, in an area of New York that most people avoided. He was only there to visit some friends, but that never happened. Instead, all the things he would have never expected did. He walked by an ally way, and had heard someone crying. He thought it best to see what the problem was.
He walked down the ally to find a woman sitting on the ground, crying. She was wearing a red dress, one that looked like she would have worn it to a party of some sort. "What's wrong?" He said. The woman kept crying. "He left me..." She says. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that..." He says. "He left me this" She says, and looks at him. She opens her mouth and he could see that she had fangs. "Aw shit.... Um, sorry" He says, and starts to back away. The woman got up and ran after him, tackling him to the ground. You think he would have been strong enough to get her off of him, but it didn't work. The last thing he saw was her fangs, and then he felt intense pain. She had bitten him.
"Stop!... Shit, stop it dammit!" He said, but she wasn't listening. She had finished, and would have left him for dead, if it weren't for the fact she kind of liked him. She cut her wrist and gave him some of her blood, to save him from dieing. He would die though, and come back... She would keep a good eye on this one.
People had found him in the ally, dead. They had brought him to the Funeral Home. He only stayed there one night, because he woke up. No one else was there, and for that, he thanked god. He was still in the clothes he had died in. He had to do something about that.
He looked out the window and saw that the sun was out. Weren't vampires supposed to die in the sunlight? He thought to himself. He walked outside. The light hurt his eyes, so he put his Flys on. He still had them... He would probably get used to the light.
So now we are back to where he is now. Wondering what the hell really happened. Maybe he would never know who the woman was. He would never know the limit of his new powers. But what he knew, would probably scare most normal people.
He gets up from where he was sitting. He wasn't the same Strike everyone knew. He didn't know what to do... Would Heat or Shorty still be friends with him? What about the BAM tourneys? Would he still compete? He had to do something... He had to talk to Heat.
He walks down the sidewalk. He could sense other vampires around, although he felt no bad feelings from them. He had to get used to being able to sense others around. They probably knew he was around. He didn't want to have to deal with them.
Heat's place was around here. He was usually there. But then again, he was always being an idiot there. He was always trying new stupid things. Heat was a speed freak, the only reason he raced. Strike used to love that. Watching the races. But now Heat couldn't race. But he was still his joking self.
He gets to Heats place and walks in. He was always welcome. He sometimes lost the cops like that, using Heat's place as a getaway. He walks in, the place was still painted in flame like colors, with flames in some places. Frida had helped with that along time ago.
He found Heat watching TV. "Heat..." He says. "The hell? You scared me.... Aren't you dead??" Heat says, jumping out of the couch and looking at Strike. "Eh... I was...." He says. "What?? Stay away!! I don't wanna be whatever the hell you are..." Heat says, backing up. "Chill! I won't hurt ya.... Do you think I wanted this? I should have been dead... But I'm not, all right?" Strike says. His thoughts were staring to totally fuck with him and he breaks down and cries. "God, I should be dead" Strike says. "Man, Strike, it's ok... I over reacted... I know you wouldn't hurt me..." Heat says. He walks over to Strike. "It'll be all right... You can still be normal... I'll help you if you need it..." Heat says. Strike looks at Heat. "Yeah, thanks... I guess I'll be all right... I gotta try and think positive," He says. The thoughts stopped and he tried to think straight. "You can stay here if you want... I don't mind" Heat says. "Thanks... I guess I have to tell everyone else..."
Strike says. "Not everyone else... Just the people you trust the most...We don't need THIS getting out to everyone" Heat says. "Your right... I'll do it tomorrow, when I feel better about things..." Strike says.
I got this idea from talking to one of my friends... This is kinda short though, I might write more... or maybe see what she wants to do... who knows... (I don't lol)
Everyone thought he was dead. He knew the truth though. He wasn't dead. He was what people would call "undead," a vampire. He hated the fact that, because he was famous, everyone knew he was dead. If only they truly knew what had really happened though.
He was walking down the sidewalk, in an area of New York that most people avoided. He was only there to visit some friends, but that never happened. Instead, all the things he would have never expected did. He walked by an ally way, and had heard someone crying. He thought it best to see what the problem was.
He walked down the ally to find a woman sitting on the ground, crying. She was wearing a red dress, one that looked like she would have worn it to a party of some sort. "What's wrong?" He said. The woman kept crying. "He left me..." She says. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that..." He says. "He left me this" She says, and looks at him. She opens her mouth and he could see that she had fangs. "Aw shit.... Um, sorry" He says, and starts to back away. The woman got up and ran after him, tackling him to the ground. You think he would have been strong enough to get her off of him, but it didn't work. The last thing he saw was her fangs, and then he felt intense pain. She had bitten him.
"Stop!... Shit, stop it dammit!" He said, but she wasn't listening. She had finished, and would have left him for dead, if it weren't for the fact she kind of liked him. She cut her wrist and gave him some of her blood, to save him from dieing. He would die though, and come back... She would keep a good eye on this one.
People had found him in the ally, dead. They had brought him to the Funeral Home. He only stayed there one night, because he woke up. No one else was there, and for that, he thanked god. He was still in the clothes he had died in. He had to do something about that.
He looked out the window and saw that the sun was out. Weren't vampires supposed to die in the sunlight? He thought to himself. He walked outside. The light hurt his eyes, so he put his Flys on. He still had them... He would probably get used to the light.
So now we are back to where he is now. Wondering what the hell really happened. Maybe he would never know who the woman was. He would never know the limit of his new powers. But what he knew, would probably scare most normal people.
He gets up from where he was sitting. He wasn't the same Strike everyone knew. He didn't know what to do... Would Heat or Shorty still be friends with him? What about the BAM tourneys? Would he still compete? He had to do something... He had to talk to Heat.
He walks down the sidewalk. He could sense other vampires around, although he felt no bad feelings from them. He had to get used to being able to sense others around. They probably knew he was around. He didn't want to have to deal with them.
Heat's place was around here. He was usually there. But then again, he was always being an idiot there. He was always trying new stupid things. Heat was a speed freak, the only reason he raced. Strike used to love that. Watching the races. But now Heat couldn't race. But he was still his joking self.
He gets to Heats place and walks in. He was always welcome. He sometimes lost the cops like that, using Heat's place as a getaway. He walks in, the place was still painted in flame like colors, with flames in some places. Frida had helped with that along time ago.
He found Heat watching TV. "Heat..." He says. "The hell? You scared me.... Aren't you dead??" Heat says, jumping out of the couch and looking at Strike. "Eh... I was...." He says. "What?? Stay away!! I don't wanna be whatever the hell you are..." Heat says, backing up. "Chill! I won't hurt ya.... Do you think I wanted this? I should have been dead... But I'm not, all right?" Strike says. His thoughts were staring to totally fuck with him and he breaks down and cries. "God, I should be dead" Strike says. "Man, Strike, it's ok... I over reacted... I know you wouldn't hurt me..." Heat says. He walks over to Strike. "It'll be all right... You can still be normal... I'll help you if you need it..." Heat says. Strike looks at Heat. "Yeah, thanks... I guess I'll be all right... I gotta try and think positive," He says. The thoughts stopped and he tried to think straight. "You can stay here if you want... I don't mind" Heat says. "Thanks... I guess I have to tell everyone else..."
Strike says. "Not everyone else... Just the people you trust the most...We don't need THIS getting out to everyone" Heat says. "Your right... I'll do it tomorrow, when I feel better about things..." Strike says.