There's so much confusion in my life right now, so I decided to try to channel it into a dark fan fiction. I'll be expanding on this extensively, so keep looking for updates! Oh, and Contraltissimo, nothing to be nitpicky about this time! R&R please.

The True Lord

Vampires…

Hah! Vampires! Everyone knows that vampires don't exist. It was almost a ritual in our family to play "vampires games", making fun of the idea of vampires. Mom, Dad, and I would stay up for hours on end, talking about vampires and what we would do if we "encountered" one.

I had never believed in vampires, until that fateful day…

I was walking home from school, rejoicing that it was the last day I'd have to walk home. Nine months of homework, grueling tests, and six precious hours stolen from my day. Not anymore! I now had three months of nothing but playing on the computer, video games, friends, sports, girls, etc. I was in pure ecstasy, until I saw the ambulance whir past me, sirens blaring. It neared the intersection where I turned right to get to my house. I prayed that the ambulance didn't turn. My prayers went unanswered.

I broke into a full-out sprint, not stopping until I got to the house. The ambulance was parked outside, sirens still flashing, as I ran up the stairs to the front door. I opened it and was quickly nudged out by two police officers.

"What happened?" I asked.

"There were two murders today. A male and a female," one of the officers replied.

"My parents!" I shoved through the officer's grasp, dashing into the house, looking to my right. I saw a large group of people, some with pads of paper asking our neighbors questions, some with cameras, some with plastic baggies and tongs.

I pushed one of the people with cameras to the side, staring down at where my parents laid. A man in a white coat put his hand on my shoulder, trying to turn my gaze away. I calmly brushed it away, attempting to hold back tears, failing.

"Hey." The man in white had turned me around slightly. "What are you doing here? A little boy shouldn't be anywhere like this."

"But, t-those are m-m-my…" I couldn't bring myself to finish.

"I'm sorry, can you say that again?"

"M-m-my p-p-p…"

"Calm down, boy. Say it again, please."

"MY PARENTS!"

Good so far? I hope so.