The New And Dead

Chapter One

I never thought I'd become a vampire, in fact the thought never once crossed my mind. Even when all the vamps 'came out of the coffin' three years ago and a shockingly large amount of people decided to become fangbangers (people who enjoy having sex and getting bitten by vamps) in the hope of one day getting turned, I was never one of them.

Now don't get me wrong, I had nothing against vampires personally, but I'd be lying if a part of me didn't like the idea of going round and staking a few of them Buffy the Vampire Slayer style. I know a bit weird considering she's a girl and I'm a guy, but I find the slayer's a much more appealing vampire hunter then Van Helsing, even with Hugh Jackman playing him in the film.

I guess I should explain at the beginning really. Well it all started three years ago, when I was 15 and on TV channels across the world, vampires announced their existence. This was due to some sort of synthetic blood the Japanese had created, and since this fake blood can sustain the life of a vampire without them having to feed of a human being, vamps decided to reveal themselves to the general world population.

Of course not everyone in the world was happy about this; in fact some of the things that happened shortly after the revelation are quite disturbing that they don't even bare thinking about. Cutting a long story short, many countries reacted violently to vampires and hunted them down, with only a handful of countries welcoming vamps with open arms so to speak. The United Kingdom was one of these countries.

While it's normally thought that the States was the place to be for a vampire, the UK was the first country in the world to actually have vampires taking seats up in parliament and passing on laws. Within a year after the revelation vampires were allowed to own businesses, join the police, vote and establish their own official government that worked alongside our own. In fact looking back, the UK is probably one of the best and safest places for a vampire to live, however there is one strict law that no vampire's are allowed to disobey over here.

This law is that under no circumstances, any human being is turned into a vampire against their will, under punishment of death. This was agreed by both the human and the vampire governments, and was a very strict rule.

If a human did wish to become a vampire, there were several government papers you had to fill out, and you had to give the name of your sire who had to have not turned anyone else into a vampire for at least a year. This was to control the vamp population as well as making sure there was not a large number of newly turned vamps' running around out of control. Also the sire had to take responsibility of anyone they turn and be responsible for any actions the new vampire commits in their first year of being the undead. This law worked surprisingly well, and for two years no-one had been turned into a vampire against their will in the United Kingdom.

That was until the night of my eighteenth birthday when a vampire surprised me in the bathroom of a club and my human life came to an end.

My name is Greg Butler and I was your typical young teenager, with short dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes and if I'm truly honest a little on the short side, around five foot seven which in my opinion is very short for a guy. Life at this stage was good; I just finished my exams and was heading to the University of my dreams in only several short months. Life was going great for me and now on my 18th birthday, finally of legal age I was out drinking with a large group of friends, in particular Chloe and Darren my two bestest friends since pre-school.

Chloe Night was a budding journalist, always trying to uncover the next big story. She has short fiery red hair and a lot of the time wears her heart on her sleeve, which was one of the reasons I liked her actually. No matter what I could always count on Chloe to be there for me, and to always offer sane and sensible advice.

Darren Peters on the other hand was without a doubt the maddest guy I know. Loud, confident and never afraid of anything, Darren was always up for a laugh and sometimes even more up for a fight. One time he actually tried starting a fight with a vamp and had to get dragged away from his brothers before he swung at him, or so Darren claims anyway.

Myself, well I like to think of myself as the balance between the two of them, and that's why we made a great trio. Some people tried to say we were like the Three Musketeers, whereas I would have said we were more like Charlie's Angels. In fact I remember one time Darren said we were the new Powerpuff Girls, something which me and Chloe hastily denied.

So me, Chloe and Darren we're out at The Edge club in Southampton, my hometown. It was the local gay bar but that wasn't the reason I was there, I was there for the one pound drinks that was going on all night. I soon needed the toilet as I have quite a weak bladder, alcohol just runs straight through me and I hurried to the gents telling my friends I'd be back in a bit. When I got there the urinals were taken up by two other guys and since I don't like urinals that much anyway, in particular the long metal ones that require everyone to stand next to each other, I headed to use the toilet in the cubicle.

I remember being there, very drunk and faintly hearing whoever was at the urinal leave. I finished with the urination (I can't think of any other way to put it) and turned around to exit the cubicle.

That was when the door smashed open and slammed me into the wall.

The next thing I remember I was facing the wall and from behind me someone's hands wrapped around my waist and being unable to move, I suddenly felt two long fangs pierce straight into the right side of my neck.

They were drinking the blood quickly and although I'm ashamed to admit it, looking through the pain there was something sort of arousing about the feeling of the vampire draining me. Of course I wasn't thinking that at the time, instead I was thinking that this was it and I was going to die. I could feel the life slowly ebb out of me and could feel my body going limp against him. I know it was a guy since I remember feeling a large stiff something sticking into my back as this was happening.

Then unexpectedly the arms around me released and I felt his hand gently lean my head back, I tried to look up but everything was so foggy due to the blood loss and probably the amount of alcohol I consumed as well. Instead I felt a drop of blood land on my chin; this is when I realised what was going to happen to me. I tried to fight it but he kept pressing his wrist where the blood was coming from, and before I could help myself I was drinking from it. It was too intoxicating to not and I quickly drank as much blood as I could from his wrist when my body started convulsing like I was having an epileptic fit. This was when the hands let go of me and the vampire, whoever he was disappeared. I remember hearing someone scream but soon everything around me fell silent as I took my final mortal breath and my human life ended in the bathroom of a local gay bar.

It wouldn't be until the next night that my life as a vampire would begin.