Hi, my name is Vlad Carter. I'm an average everyday girl, living an entirely normal life. Well at least people think I do. I'm a vampire as well as my father. I was born just after he became friends with a vampire. Six months into my newfound life, my father was turned. I remember him constantly telling me, even as a child, that as soon as I came of age, I would be turned myself.

Male AND female vampires cannot reproduce. After a vampires blood has been set loose in your blood stream, it attacks the reproductive system, making it completely useless. However, the privates can still be used.

Now, moving on. Here is a tale of my boyfriend Darren who becomes a Vampire in the strangest of ways.

Chapter 1

He'd been in the toilets for ages. I, of course, being a girl could not go in the boys toilets, so, naturally you send a boy where he's meant to go. I sent Steve, Darren's best mate, in to get him.

'Darren! Hey Darren!' Steve shouted as he walked in, 'Have you fallen in or what?' it took a while for Darren to answer, so I really had thought he had fallen in.

'Hey Steve', Darren called back to my relief, 'I'm in here', and as he said that, I heard him kick the door. He was fine, and that made me happier.

'Did you puke?' Steve asked him as I laughed.

'Smooth, Steve, real smooth', I shouted inside as Darren cracked up laughing.

'Stung by a girl, mate', he said before answering Steve's question, 'and no'.

'Do you think your going to?' Steve said, over excited.

'Maybe', Darren shouted back as I heard a retarded noise sound from inside. It sounded like he had puked, but knowing Darren like I do, he might not have.

'Give my boots a polish while your down there', Steve laughed sarcastically and I knew immediately it was a fake, but when your standing, listening to a conversation and you can't see the people talking, you instantly have the wrong vision of everything.

'Did I miss anything in class?' Darren asked.

'Nah, just the usual crap!' Steve answered in his "you actually expect me to listen in class" voice.

'Did you do your history homework?' Darren asked as I gasped.

'Holy shit', I shouted.

'It doesn't have to be done until tomorrow, does it?' Steve continued, ignoring my outbreak.

'The day after tomorrow', Darren shouted, maybe so I could calm down more than Steve.

'Oh, even better', Steve said calming down, 'I thought…' Steve stopped and I almost ran inside to see if he was all right, because I couldn't hear Darren either. 'Hold on', he said as I held my hand over my heart, which was now beating a normal rate. 'Today's Thursday, The day after tomorrow would be…'

'Got you!' Darren yelled.

'Ow!' Steve yelled, 'That hurt'. My mind wondered a little and it really freaked me out to think what they were doing.

'Are you coming out?' Steve said, finally coming to the reason why I sent him in there in the first place.

'I thought I'd stay in here and admire the view', Darren said as I giggled.

'Quit messing', Steve said sadly, 'we were five to one down when I came in. we're probably six or seven down now, we need you', and I stood against the wall gaping.

'Cough, cough', I exclaimed inside.

'Oh, and Vlad wants to know if your alright', Steve said as if it didn't matter.

'Ok', he said was I smiled, 'I'll save you. I've scored a hat trick everyday this week. It'd be a pity to stop now', and my smile faded.

'Geez, I feel unloved now', I said as I walked off to the oval where Darren would be playing, not hearing what he had said as I was out of earshot.

They were eight to three down when he arrived, so I started cheering.

'Never fear, hot shot Shan is here', he shouted, waving at me as he ran onto the pitch. Everything was going great, he scored two points in at least two minutes, but the siren went, calling for everybody to come in. they lost nice to seven. I got up and walked over to Darren, Steve and two other of their friends, Tommy Jones and Alan Morris. Darren grabbed hold of my hand as Alan showed us something.

'Look what I found', he yelled, shoving a wet piece of paper under everybody's noses. Thank god it smelt like washing machine liquid, and not the toilet water.

'What is it?' Tommy said, snatching it.

'It's…' he started but Mr. Dalton shouted at us.

'You five! Inside!' he yelled.

'We're coming, Mr. Dalton!' Steve roared back. Thank our lucky stars that Steve is Mr. Dalton's bum buddy, (Teachers pet). We all ran inside, neither of us suspecting that the wet soggy piece of paper would change some of our lives for the worse.