Zero the Invisible Vampire

Chapter 2: Well, this Sucks

The blinds were lowered, the letter written. Everything was how it should be, so he left.

*The Next Morning, Zero's POV*

Ugh. What is it with horror movies and me feeling crappy the morning after? My whole body feels heavier than lead. My neck hurts. I'm going to the bathroom to see what's wrong. Owww, My skin prickles in the sunlight. I hiss and snatch my ankle back into my room. Something sharp pokes my lip. What's that piece of paper on my bag? What the heck is wrong with me today?

Is this Newton's idea of a joke? Leaving an anonymous letter on my bag telling me I'm a vampire? Someone's knocking on my door. It's Vin. He says I've slept in and class is starting soon. I can't go. The sunlight makes my skin sting. I might have to use sunscreen after all. I rummage around my closet, looking for the little roll on bottle. My hand lands on an umbrella. I toss it toward the door. Ah, here it is. I spread the stuff over my face, legs and arms and then my neck. Ouch. There are two tiny holes on my throat like- Oh My God. This can't be happening. Like a vampire bite. Vin's opening the door. I grab the umbrella and try to shield myself.

"Zero, why are you holding an umbrella? It's sunny. Hey! You don't need that much sunscreen!"

Oh My Freaking God. He smells good. Like miso soup only a trillion times better. I can hear his heart pumping steadily. He's walking towards me. Vin, keep away from me. Run like hell. Save yourself from becoming my breakfast.

*Normal POV*

"Run!" Zero cried her voice husky and terrified.

"Zero, what's wrong? Are you sick or something? Hey! Quit slapping me! No, really I mean it!" Vin asked, ignoring her warning and trying to put his hand on her forehead. Zero slapped it away.

"Vin, honestly just get out of here. I-" Zero was cut off, as a tall dark figure swooped in her window.

"I believe, boy, you were asked to leave. My suggestion is that you do, unless you want today to be your last."

"Who do you think you are, just swooping in here like you own the place? You can't kill me, Zero won't let you. I hope you like hanging from coat racks, because that-"

"Vin, you're not helping me by bragging. Besides, I can do a lot worse than hang you from the coat rack by the undies now. GET OUT!" Zero said with a croaky screech.

Vin nodded, a stunned look on his face. He walked mechanically out the door.

"Who the heck are you?" Zero asked, recoiling herself from the umbrella, and returning to her sunscreen.

"My, are young people impertinent these days. But zat's not important right now. My name is Calix Sasha Morte III, and I was zee one who made you a vampire."

Calix clasped his hands and looked curiously at Zero, waiting for a reaction.

"There are two other people with that name? You're kidding right?" Zero asked, before collapsing in laughter, her fangs on show for anyone who cared to look.

"You should talk, ZERO." Calix sneered. This girl didn't look like she was going to be a law abiding citizen of the undead, but more like a rule breaking pest. He'd had to bite a rebel, and subsequently become responsible for anything she did.

You see, if a vampire transforms a person who is under 18 years of age, the vampire is forced to become the person's guardian, whether they like it or not, by Vampire Law.

So now, Calix had gained a surrogate daughter. Go him.

"I guess you didn't choose to be named after a Bratz doll. But I didn't choose to be called a name that literally means nothing."

"Sasha. I hate zee name. Little girls would run up to me at school and ask why my middle name was zee same as their dolls. By the way, who's your boyfriend?" Calix scowled at the memory, then smirked at Zero's reply to the 'boyfriend' statement.

"You call him my boyfriend again and you'll be hanging from the coat rack by your wings, buster."

Zero gritted her teeth, fists clenched. A mortal sign of anger.

"You won't be doing anyzing much to me, because as long as you're a fledgling, you are basically a child and have to do as I say." Calix said firmly, producing a booklet.

"Chapter Eight, zection Four as I recall." He said, passing the booklet open onto a page with the heading 'Fledgling Rights and Regulations'.

"Fledgling Vampires, the name given to all vampires under eighteen years of age, are required to learn all necessary skills, rules, and behaviours from their Guardians, i.e. the vampire who transformed them. In return, Fledglings are required to comply with any reasonable requests from their Guardian."

"Ugh. So basically, you teach me to be a vampire, and I have to be your slave for eternity. Great." Zero grumbled. It was obvious who was on the good end of the deal.

"However, once the birthday of which a Fledgling was to turn 18 occurs, they are no longer a Fledgling and are considered 'adult 'vampires."

"Vew. I thought I was truly stuck with you vor a moment zere." Calix replied. He had forgotten that part. Watching mortal soap operas had mixed up his head.

Zero merely rolled her eyes and sighed with relief at the fact she would not have to spend the rest of her now endless life doing menial tasks for this nuthead.

For the second time that morning, Zero's door was knocked on. This time it was Trixie and Newton.

"Zero, are you still in there? It's OK if you are sick, we'll just tell Mr. Soper. But you had better not be faking again."

Trixie admonished through the door.

"Zero, please come out. What did we do wrong?" Newton asked, frightened.

"Zero, if you don't come out right now, I will go and tell Burt you love him and want to marry him and have his babies." Vin threatened.

"All right, all right, I'm coming. Just let me finish putting this sunscreen on. And Burt's gay." Zero sighed, slathering on the last of it, grabbing her umbrella. Her morning training session would have to wait.