Here's an pretty short chapter, enjoy.


Chapter four

When I woke up again everything was blurry. My glasses got stains of all the chlorinated water. I tried to take them of and rubbing them against my t-shirt. Then I put them back on. But it didn't help.

I took them of again, and realized I was now seeing perfectly clear.

"That's strange." I said to myself and put them in my jacket pocket on my chest. "What...-"

But then I remembered. Charley dickhead Brewster betrayed me at Adam's house, I got chased by Mark and then I got hunt down by Jerry and he turned me into a vampire in a pool.

I'm a vampire... I am a fuckin' vampire! I could feel it, in my mind, in my veins, in my muscles.

I laughed.

I was in a very bright room, and with my new perfect vision I could see that I was in some kind of isolating room. Everything was white and I got a claustophobic feeling. I didn't like it in here.

Then I heard someone open a door and he started to walk to my door.

I felt a little bit scared, but then I just realized it couldn't be any other than-

"Jerry!" I said when he opened the door. "Where am I?"

"You're in my house." He said and dragged me out of the little room. They were tons of rooms like that one I was in. "This is the place where I keep my victims." Jerry explained.

I stared at him.

"And no, you're not one of my victims."

We walked to his living room, and I asked: "How long have I been ..asleep?"

"Just for a day."

"Oh."

Jerry took a bite on an green apple, he thought for a moment, then he said: "You're gonna be my little helper."

I got big eyes. "Your.. what?"

I swallowed. "My helper, side-kick, you get it?"

"Oh." I couldn't resist a smile. "..Really? For sure? I thought that you just wanted to turn me into a vampire and leave me alone."

Jerry smirked. "Uh-huh".

"So I'm gonna be your Renfield... cool."

"I've saved a bottle of blood for you." He threw me a Coke bottle, filled with dark red, fresh blood. "Drink everything."

I nodded and did what he said.

First, it tasted weird. But then... I enjoyed it so much that I just longed for me. I loved it. It tasted better than anything I've ever drank before.

I gave him the empty bottle and said: "I loved it. I need more. Now."

Jerry grinned a bit. "Sorry, you'll have to wait." He took another bite of his apple. "I'm bringing over some chick called Doris tonight. You need to hide this night."

"Doris, the blonde girl living next to Brewster?"

"That's the one."

"Are you gonna kill her?"

He stared at me. "Of course I'm gonna kill her! I'm a vampire, I need her fuckin' blood."

"What about me? Can I drink from her?"

"No."

"But-"

"You're gonna have your fun later when we're gonna take on Brewster, his chick and Peter Vincent." Jerry was angry.

I sighed. "Okay, ..master."

"Don't call me master."

"Okay... sir."

"As I said before, you need to hide this night."

"Where?"

"I breed an big vampire tribe in my big cellar. You can be there."

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In the next moment I was standing in dirt, and all I could see was dirt. The only light I could see was from the open trapdoor. Jerry looked down at me and said: "Have fun." And closed the trap door.

"Have fun? Here?" I screamed up to the trapdoor. "Grr."

I started to walk around big angry steps around on the ground. The anger grew inside me and I got the feeling that I wanted to kill somebody. Because of my anger, my fangs grew. I touched them. They were sharp. Very sharp.

I started to calm myself down. I lay down on the ground and started to think.

The fangs grew back.

I started to think about all the videos me, Adam and Charley did when we were younger, I started to think about when I won the science fair and when mom baked me an Farscape cake to me on my tenth birthday. All those happy moments in my life. Before I got depressed, before last summer. Before I turned 16. Everything was good by then.