Being dead sucks.

All I want to do all day is sleep and all I want to do all night is suck the blood of everyone in this goddamn house. Apparently I'm cold, like really cold. I don't feel it obviously, but everyone else seems to. And for the record, I do not sparkle! I burn to ashes when I'm in the sun. Twilight is a fucking lie!

Not to mention the fact that I now have to not kill four people! Three was bad enough, but Joe's new girlfriend Anna seems to live here now. She must know about me because she never seems comfortable being in a room with me. Not that I mind, but she honestly seems like a total bore, I wouldn't say anything to Joe of course! The first attractive Jewish girl he meets and I fuck it up for him because she's a bit uninteresting.

The worst thing though, was watching Patrick. After we killed Bruno, we all agreed no more hunting, it just wasn't worth risking all our lives over. Joe got a girlfriend, Andy got a job (well a youtube career-I know!) and Patrick got a life.

He would go out a six in the morning to his new job at the local music shop, he would then spend who knows how many hours in town. When he came home he would make me the smoothie we use to clench my thirst (he never will tell me what exactly he puts in it) then he goes out again for a few hours. Then he's too tired to hang out so goes to bed. I had lost my best friend!

"I'm home!" Patrick called as he slammed the door.

I was sat in the kitchen reading and had a clear veiw of the front door. I could see and hear eveything that was going on. Patrick was taking off his coat and hanging it on the rack and behind him stood some girl.

"Are you sure they'll like me?" She said. She had one of those annoying high pitched voices, y'know the ones that usually voice over adverts. I already hated her.

"Yes, they'll love you!" Patrick reasured, taking her coat as well.

This girl was short and thing. Her face was sharp and angular, and her eyes were too big and too blue. Her hair blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, making her face look even tighter

Patrick turned and saw me. His face dropped and his eyes widened. "Uh, why don't you go through to the living room, it's just down the hall, and I'll be there in a sec. I'll, uh, just get us some drinks." He stuttered, smiling at the girl.

She smiled back and walked towards our living room. Once she was out of sight Patrick hurried into the kitchen. I smiled at him, but his expression was serious and quite hostile.

"You have to go!" He said in a furious whisper.

"What?" I demanded, standing up. I was trying to intimidate Patrick, but I knew immediatley that he was unfased.

"Just go to bed or something! She can't see you!" He replied hurriedly.

"Why?" I was furious. No way was I sacrificing what little time I had where I didn't have to stay in bed for some twig bitch!

"Look, that girl was Kloey-with a K-and I've been seeing her for a bit now and I want to introduce her to you guys, but she's a hunter! She will kill you if you don't do this and I don't think I'll be able to stop her!" He explained. His expression had changed from angry to pleading.

I knew that it would be pointless to argue, he had a point and honestly, I didn't particularly want to watch Patrick and Kloey-with-a-K play tonsil tennis right in front of me. I grunted then hurried-something not difficult for me and my vampire speed-to my room to sulk. In the two minutes I saw Kloey-With-a-K I decided that I did not like her one bit, and it had nothing to do with her being a hunter.