Vampire story

Thistle's POV

It had been a great evening, Jay had been so sweet and now he was driving me home. It was only 11:30, the time that all ordinary teens stay out to. Jay parked at the bottom of the hill and we started to walk up towards my crappy house. My crappy house was the same as other houses in its build but it was the way that dad decorated it that really made it terrible. He hadn't painted it at all so it was just grey stones and the roof was covered in just grey slates that were fiercely patched whenever a crack appear. This might give you the impression that dad's a perfectionist but he isn't.

We arrived at the top of the hill and on the porch of the house. Jay reached for me and started kissing me. He was an amazing kisser, so soft and gentle. It made me forget about all my abnormal problems and just focus on this point in time. When I final roused, I saw dad on the porch.

Oh holy crap! He was the last person that I wanted to see right now. To give you an idea of what he looks like, I'll give you a description of him. He is about six feet tall, fairly skinny and has a pale complexion. He has jet black hair that falls around his neck and always dresses in black. He's got grey eyes that are normally fixed in a piercing glare. At that moment, he was wearing a long black trench coat and a clerical hat that made him look like Guy Fawkes. He was staring at us, at Jay. Many would have mistaken it for a stare of anger and he was angry, I could feel it but that wasn't the reason that he was staring. I could tell that he was feeling a mixture of emotions, anger, hurt, sadness and confusion. I knew that seeing me with other people hurt him. Good. I sank back into the kiss again, Jay completely oblivious to my father's presence, it deepened and intensified. I could feel my father's rage building up inside him. This wasn't a good idea. I allowed myself to forget about dad for a moment. I then re-surfaced and pretended to notice dad for the first time.

"Hi dad." I said calmly, straightening my dress.

"Wha…" stuttered Jay, tripping over backwards "H…he…hello Mr. Night" he said staring up at my dad.

"Dad, this is Jay." I said. Dads stare had softened slightly and he looked like he was on another world, but I knew what he was thinking, and with thoughts like those around, Jay wasn't safe here. "Goodnight Jay." I said and gave him another kiss. This one was much shorter though. I then walked into the house and pulled dad in roughly after me. It took dad a minute or two to come round, but when he did, what he said was worth waiting for.

"Well," he started "do you have anything to say for yourself"

"Don't know what you mean" I said calmly, walked over to the fruit bowl and picked up a banana.

"You do, what time do you call this?" he ranted, for a moment he sounded almost normal but then he went on "The moon is fully out, don't you know what could have happened if you had have changed tonight?"

"Yes, Dad, I do but you know what, I don't think that I'm going to change! I'm nothing like you, I have brown hair! I have pink skin, not chalk white like you!"

"Don't try to fool me!" he yelled "I know that you dye your hair and use fake tan!" oh holy crapola, I didn't know that he had realised! "You try your best not to look like me, but underneath all the fakery, you're EXACTLY like me!"

"Well I don't want to be! I don't want to be a blood-sucking freak!" I screamed at him.

"Shut up!" he said breathlessly, shaking with anger from head to toe. "Just shut up!"

"Don't pretend." I said, mimicking what he had said earlier "I saw that you wanted to suck Jays blood earlier on the porch! You can't go one week without killing something!"

"JUST, SHUT UP!!!" he yelled!

"Or what?" I said "You disgust me!"

"AARRGH" he screamed at me as he jumped at me teeth bared and eyes blazing.

Laurens POV

It was 11:30 far too late for her to be out. The moon was fully out, could tonight be the night. She had gone too far, hadn't I told her, didn't she know how dangerous it was for her to be out when it was night time, especially when the moon was full? There was a noise down the hill, a mini pulled up at the bottom of the hill and two people got out. One was Thistle, home at last, and the other was another male, typical.

The moon was out so I couldn't go out to get her in more quickly.

When they both finally reached the house, he reached for her and they started … kissing! I opened the door to get her in, they were on the porch so there was less chance of the moon hitting me, but something else hit me. A fragrance that smelled like – I don't know – all of the best foods in the world rolled into one. I knew what it was, blood. I was so thirsty. The boy must have cut himself. I tried to reason with myself, I couldn't have him but he seemed too good and too easy to pass over. I was going to feed soon. I let my thoughts settle so that I could concentrate on how to kill him.

I had it all planned out, he would die quickly and painlessly and then I could enjoy him. I looked around for him, and he was gone, I was inside. I didn't know how it had happened but I was inside at home with my daughter sitting at the dining table, all right thank God.

I started off trying to be reasonable, asking her if she had anything to say for herself she started playing dumb so I had to remind her about the dangers of being outside at night and what might have happened if she had've changed tonight. She acted like I was being completely unreasonable and said that she was completely different to me and wasn't going to change I tried to tell her that she wasn't much different to me and that she would change, maybe soon and maybe not but she would change. She then said that she didn't want to be like me and that I was a disgusting blood-sucking freak. That was the moment when my vampire instincts took over. 'If it's a threat, kill it'.

I tried to obey them; I leaped at her neck and bit her, hard. She gasped as the force of my blow sent her flying across the room and into the other wall where she fell to the floor, not trying to struggle. I should have stopped there and then but I hadn't tasted human blood for years and the temptation was too much. So I drank from her, she tasted AMAZING. I tried really hard to stop but I had to continue, I was crying from trying so hard but I couldn't stop until I must have half drained her. As soon as I could, I stopped. I was panting hard and my face and teeth were covered in her blood I knelt beside her she looked really pale and her breath came in fits and starts. The wound on her neck was oozing red delight and looked like it had been cut open by a rusty pair of scissors. What had I done?