Well, these are mostly my ideas for a horror Vampire story, so yeah.
Chapter 0
Introduction
"So there is a party going on?" Crimson asked his friend on the other end. Didn't surprise him one bit, seeing as parties come ever week when the seniors are skipping school. Odd, seeing as it is October, and they have like 5 months of school left. His friend always seemed happy and excited for things like this, he wasn't they animal type.
"Yeah dude! You have to be there!" his friend laughed, typical guy he was. Loud and very out going, Crimson something wondered if he was on something half the time. But, no matter how long he searched, nothing came up. He sighed and turned the burner on low.
"And why should I? It's just going to be guys getting drunk and girls having sex with several men. Frankly, I dont' want to be a victim of that." Crimson said back, earning a pout from the other end.
"Dude! That's no fun at all, come on! Were going to be seniors next year, we have to step up out popularity!" he protested, Crimson just rolled his eyes.
"Jason, I'm already the second most wanted guy in school. I just want to lay low, and not be spending the night in a cell." Jason groaned on the other end.
"Please, come on Crim!" he whined, Crimson huffed, he never knew why they called him Crimson, it was a club name for him. In fact, he has gotten so used to it he's forgotten his real name. I guess that what it's like with parents who follow the new trends and never give their son a second thought. Not to mention teachers who never call out first names.
"Jason really, what would be there for me that I wouldn't want to strangle." Jason was quiet for a moment, then there was a loud laugh from the other end. Crimson flinched away from the phone and muttered something close to 'Baka Jason and his 'hero' laugh.'.
"Crim, if you go then maybe you might be able to get some of paranormal whatever crap!" Crimson was now the one who was quiet, not many knew of his secret liking for ghost and spirits. He huffed and gazed at the clock, his mother was on a trip to New York and his dad never cared where he went just as long as he was back at 2:00.
"Where is it being held?" he asked, Jason laughed again.
"At that old manor on Maple Street! See you then dude!" before he had a chance to say anything, the tone went dead. Crimson huffed staring at his cell phone, and ran a hand through his black and red hair. He looked up at the clock again, and turned off the burner. So much for noodles.
He walked into the living room and up the dark wooden stair case to his room. Crimson's amber eyes gazed around his blue room with several posters of his favorite horror books and movies on the wall. He scratched his head and gazed at the closet, lined up were many black, red, and white clothing.
"Lets see, white would just get stained. Just like last time." he grumbled, he finally gave up on the beer in his favorite white shirt and threw it out. Crimson pulled out a red shirt with a picture that red, 'Do I look like I care?'.
Crimson laid them down on his dark blue bed, then proceeded to change for the party. How Jason managed to talk him into this, he had no clue. He peeled off his black, long-sleeved shirt and threw it down the laundry shoot. picking up the red, short-sleeved shirt he looked into the mirror.
'So this party is at that old place, many say that people who go in never come back out.' he thought, pulling the shirt down to his pants. It losly fit on him, not as tight as most of his black shirts.
'Ah, but what am I worried about, I've lived with my mother, nothing can be worse than that.' Crimson laughed at the thought, kind of true, no one ever knew what his mother was like when she was upset. Although they never gave him the time of day, at least they cared enough to raise him.
His digital clock read it was around 8:00 PM, he better get moving, last thing he wants is Jason complaining how late he was. Crimson picked up a Digital recorded and made sure his cell phone was still in his pocket. Walking back down stairs, he slipped on some old, brown boots and picked up his keys. He held his black, thin coat and gripped the door handle.
'This better be worth it, my father wont' take it well if I'm caught by the police again.' he grumbled to himself. Opening the door he walked out into the chilly October air, leaves rustled on the old Oak tree. Crimson sighed as he stared at it, his father once said he'd put a swing up for him. However, that was never to be, not with how much they 'worked' now.
The moon was already up, which was rather creepy. The news said that the moon would be full and orange tonight, just great for a party. Crimson sighed and walked to his truck, it was a navy blue color, hard to see at night. The street lamp had little light as he climbed into the driver's side. Crimson placed the keys in and turned on the car, feeling it vibrate. The headlights came on as he pulled out of the drive-way, and out into the road.
Next stop was, Yang Manor.
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