Angel Face Demon.
Chapter 1.
It was an unusually warm night for London, especially in the early spring and Adam was glad that all the myths portrayed through the media abut vampires were just that, being that his kind could in fact walk in day light. They just had to make sure they didn't get too much off it, kind of like Sun burn, but it would make them slightly weaker.
Another advantage of this was that he was a perpetual teenager, stuck in his 16 year old body forever and he was a rather social creature for his kind. He hated being lonely.
His parents had taken him back into their home straight away after Adam returned the next night from being missing. He had returned a vampire after being abandoned by the one who did this to him and despite the demanding creature's blood lust, they took him back in as if nothing happened.
Of course, things had changed and his parents dealt with this by sacrificing their own blood, taking it in turns to feed their son and looking after him.
His mother never really was the same with him after that. She always had that fearful look in her eye whenever she caught his and it killed him every time inside.
His father, however, was his rock. He always made sure he was fed in case he became weak, always treated him the same way, if not, even more attentive and even after his 47 years as a vampire, his father looked after him, his mother dying first in a car crash 5 years before his father followed.
He blamed himself for his father's dad.
He sighed glumly to himself just thinking about his father, turning into an alley for a short cut.
Halfway down the alley, he immediately sensed something wasn't right. He slowed down slightly, clutching his messenger bag closer to him. His eyes darted around as his walking slowed even more.
Suddenly, a soft and velvet sounding voice echoed slightly behind him.
"Are you lost, little boy?"
He swung round quickly, his eyes landing on a young, tall, pale woman with long blond hair, big, sparkling blue eyes and a pair of thin, blood red covered lips. In short to him, she was fit. She could have used a wash, but still. He could sense right away that she was a vampire, too, though in appearance, she seemed to be in her late 20's.
He gulped slightly, not taking in his eyes off of her in more of fear. He hadn't ever really been around or in fact met any other of his kind, except for Mitchell, an old friend and sort of role model for him. He did rather look up to him.
The tall blond stepped out of the shadows and a couple of feet in front of him. She stared at him for a few seconds and then smiled. "Boys," She called over her shoulder. "He's one of us." She said before turning her head back to look at him, a small, but wicked smile lingering on her face.
In a matter of 2 seconds, he was surrounded by 6 other vampires, all tall, muscle, biker type guys.
One of them to his left poked his side playfully, yet in a cruel way, before looking up at him and grinning an evil grin.
Adam gulped slightly once again. How the fucking hell was he going to get out of this? "Look, I don't want any trouble. So I'll do my thing and you do yours, cool? Wicked." He said casually, trying to play it cool, like he always did. Most of the time it worked out for him quite well.
He turned around and pushed politely past them and proceeding down the alley as he was previously.
In less than a heartbeat, they were all surrounding him again and he halted when the blond stood in front of him. "We didn't say you could go. Where you going in such a hurry anyway?" She asked, tilting her head to the side and pouting.
"Some of us have college work to do." He said in a "durr" tone before trying to get past her.
He was pushed back by the guy standing to her left, making him stumble back a few steps slightly.
He glared up at her, seeing her smirking at him widely. "Listen, bitch tits, I wanna go home and you're in my way," He paused, pinching his nose and making a disgusted face over at her. "And would it kill you to take a bath. Just because you're dead, doesn't mean you have to smell like the undead. One word, darlin'," He said, his slightly faded Welsh accent coming in stronger than usual as he raised a finger at her. "Body-spray, yeah?" He paused once again, looking confused with himself. "Or is that 2 words?" He asked himself.
"You cheeky little fuck. Just because you're a vampire, doesn't mean you can take us all on." She smirked back at him, the others glaring at him, looking like they wanted to rip him a new hole.
He glanced around at them, a calm look on his face as he quickly scanned his surroundings and then looked back at them with no expression at all.
"No, but I bet I can out run you all." He gave a cheeky grin at her before darting quickly through the group, shoving them, catching them off guard and spring off down the alleyway. "Later, gay lords!" He yelled back to them, laughing loudly.
In the next 2 seconds he was thrown back onto the ground onto his back. He looked up, eyes wide. "Fuck, how did you do that?"
"So young." The blond smirked at him. "So stupid." She said, looking up behind him.
He turned his head and looked up, seeing the rest of the group standing behind him, all glaring down at him.
How the fuck was he going to get out of this?
This first chapter and the next are based loosely on a dream I had the other day about Adam the teenage vampire. Probably 'cos I was watching Being Human's online spin-off Becoming Human and he's the main character, so ya know.
Anyways, the dream (if you're interested) was basically Adam as the teen vamp about to get the shit out of by a group of vampires and this is the cool bit - I jump in and slice them all up, saving him and then when he tries to thank me, I just walk off. That bit isn't so cool. But it's not often my dreams are good to me (I think I might be disturbed in the brain or something) so I have to make the most of these good moments.
Peace.