hi my name is Jack Swift and i am 16. This is my story about how i became a vampyre.
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"Ok Jack were done for the morning." Called the producer. He was a really nice man, mid forties, heavy set but tall. This was my second year acting at the school, i loved acting it was what my career path was destined to be. i was already the star of a feature film where i get to kiss a guy! heehees. then the tracer came.
"OMG Jack did you hear about Sam and her new boyfriend!" Said Mark my best friend and fellow gay.
"No i didn't tell me about it! I want all the dirty little details!" I said wanting every dirty little detail because she was my second bestfriend and ohmygod her boyfriend had to be gorgeous. no matter what they say she deserved the best.
"Can you guess who he is!" Markie said with joy.
"NO WHO!"
"Damen Westman!" he said in a squeak.
"OHMYGOD! HE'S GORGEOUS!" I said shrieking.
then a mysterious man with a tattoo across his face and on his palm walked up too me. he had a grim look on his face i looked closer at the tattoo to see that it was a vampyre tattoo, my blood ran cold, he was walking straight toward Markie and me. he was after one of us because we were the only teenagers on campus at this time of morning, we had to get here an hour early for rehearsal.
"Markie, run." i said flatly and he did. but i stood paralyzed by fear. and he just kept calmly walking toward me. darn it, it was me who he was after! well goodbye acting career. he was five feet from me. he stopped, extended and raised his arm and touched my four-head with his index finger. my head felt like it exploded. and i crumpled to the ground and lay in a heap my head hurt so bad.
"find a house of night, actor boy." he said and walked away.
when i got up i ran to the bathroom my head still pounding and looked in the mirror. there, in the middle of my four-head was the outline of a crescent moon in Sapphire blue. i didn't wait i knew what happened to fledglings that didn't go to a house of night... they died. i got in my austin martin and drove toward home, maybe mom could help.
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"MOM! MOM!" i yelled into the house.
"Jack what is it... OHMYGOD! what happened!." she took one look at my four-head and tears started to well up in her eyes. "Oh my baby, no not you!" she sobbed. as i was running toward my mom i was caught off guard by the sudden coughing fit that i erupted into. i began to feel light headed. then i realized that fledglings only had fourty-eight hours to find a house of night or they died. i had already burned up two.
as i recovered from the coughing fit that i was in i rushed over to my mom and helped her into our ornate living room. i waited till her crying stopped before i started talking.
"Mom I'm... I'm a vampyre now i have to go to a House of Night."
"I know I know baby, and i will bring you to the one in Tulsa. my sister, your aunt was a fledgling... but she didn't make it to the House of Night in time..." her words trailed off and she began to sniffle again.
"Mom its ok, its ok were going to make it to the school." i smiled even though there were no planes leaving for Tulsa from L.A. and it was a forty hour drive to Tulsa from L.A. Pack your bags Jack were leaving in one hour, you have forty-eight hours till... well till that."
"Mom i have less than forty-six." i said simply
"Then we leave in a half hour" she said simply. So i ran up to my room and threw my suite case on the bed and started packing everything i owned, i only fit a quarter of what i owned in the suite case and i put the picture of me and mom on top and zipped it shut.
"Jack? Are you ready to go?" she holloured up the stairs." it was just me and my mom and we got by pretty good on both our acting careers.
"Yeah i am coming down right now!" i yelled back. then the headache set in it was horrible, my ears were ringing and my head felt like it was going to explode again.