I was woken up by a punch to the bicep, My body jolted up "What the hell?" I asked.
"Hi Sleepy!" Alston yelled.
"where are we?" I asked looking out of my window, drool on my cheek.
"Virginia!" He said with excitement.
"Really?" I asked.
"Obviously! I woke you up didn't I?" He asked.
I looked around noticing that we weren't moving, We were stopped in front of an old Victorian house. "Who's house is this?" I asked my mom.
"Ours." She said with a smile.
My eyes widened "but I already had a house picked out and paid for" I said saddened.
"Oh… I bought this one…"Alston said.
"Well I mean it's very nice, but… I call the top floor bedroom and bathroom!" I yelled hopping out of the car. I ran towards the house quickly opening the front door. The house was fully furnished, the green walls of the living room glistened as the sun hit it. I darted up the stairs towards the top floor. "Oh. My. God." I said staring at the room I had claimed.
"wow, I wish I called this…" He said with his expression of awe.
"we could share the room if you want…" I said looking at the glistening tan walls. The room was quite large it had wood floors, tan walls, and it even had a slight step up with a railing where the twin sized bed was.
"That would be great…" he said with a smile.
"I'll have to get the other bed from the other room up here. That'd be yours and the one in here is mine… Is that okay?" I asked turning around not seeing Alston behind me anymore. "Where did he go?" I asked to myself.
"I'm right here." He said sitting on my bed.
"How did you… Never mind" I said shaking my head.
"I walked right past you, don't you remember?" He asked.
"Um. No…" I said confused.
"Well I did." He said with a slight chuckle rolling from his lips.
I could tell something was up, but I didn't want to be rude so I didn't ask. "So tell me about yourself." I said walking over to the bed sitting down.
"Well, I was born in Rome, Italy. My birthday is January second, 1995. Um… My mother's name is Ada, My father's name is William, I have two siblings, My brother James, and my sister Diana." He said looking at me.
I quickly diverted my eyes. "That's cool. They let you come here or do they not know?" I asked staring out of the big window.
"They don't know." He said.
"You have to tell them!" I yelled springing up from my bed "I don't want my mom to go to jail for kidnapping!"
"There is one more thing I have to tell you…" He said with a wave of sadness washing over his voice.
"What is it?" I asked.
"My family is dead… I live alone in Italy… I rent my villa to aristocrats and I should have told you sooner." He said with his eyes filling with tears. He took a deep breath and the tears went away.
"I'm so sorry…" I said walking over sitting beside him, "Well if it makes anything better, You're a part of this family now…" I said giving him a comforting hug.
"Thank you…" He said hugging my arm that was around his chest.
"Anytime… Did you bring anything else with you?" I asked moving back.
"Actually yes… I lied when I first came here, I have a journal of my family and their birth dates and things. May I put it in this drawer?" He asked pointing to the side table.
"This is your room too. Put your things anywhere." I said with a smile.
"Thank you again Stephen, you're the only real friend I've ever had." He said pulling an old looking leather book out of his jacket.
"You're welcome… Wow that book looks old…" I said looking at it.
"It was my grandmother's… She loved to collect old things, I mean she kept my grandfather around." He said laughing while he opened the drawer.
I couldn't help but laugh "You know Alston, you're really funny." I said.
"Thank you." he said sliding the book into the drawer. "I'm going to go help your, I mean our mother." He closed the drawer walking away towards the stairs.
"Okay… I'll probably look around some more, I'll be down in a minute." I said with my eyes following him.
"Okay." He said running down the stairs.
I heard the front door close, I quickly sprang up and walked towards the side table. I ripped the drawer open grabbing the book quickly opening it. I looked at the first page. "What the hell… No, He couldn't." I stared at the date under the picture of Alston. It looked like an obituary cut out. It read:
"Alston James Sarantenos, died December 30th 1736. Born January 2nd 1720. Son to the late Ada and William Sarantenos. Siblings include the late James Sarantenos, 18 and the late Diana Sarantenos 14."
"Oh. My. God. This can't be true. No…" I said in disbelief. I continued flipping through the pages when I heard the door close. "shit." I picked the book up trying to think of a place to hide it. I heard foot steps coming up the stairs, my mind was in a frazzle. I heard the foot steps becoming louder, I need to act fast. It was too late.
"What are you doing?" Alston asked yelling slightly.
I quickly dropped the book to the floor "I was curious…" I said innocently.
"What did you read?" He asked viciously. He moved towards me. I could feel his anger.
"Nothing." I said taking a few steps back. "I swear."
"You're lying!" He yelled. He was right in front of my now, his eyes no longer hazel, but black.
"I… I…" I said. I couldn't even finish a damn sentence. I knew I was screwed.
"Tell me the truth!" He yelled grabbing me by my neck slamming me into the wall.
My back cracked, it hurt. I let out a painful whine, "I… Read the first page…" I said my voice weak.
"I should have never told you!" He yelled at me, his eyes turning blacker.
"I'm sorry!" I cried. My air supply began to lessen as his grip grew tighter.
"What else did you read!" He shrieked with anger.
"Nothing that's it…" I said my voice becoming soft. "What are you?" I asked looking him in his eyes.
"I'm a…" He said not being able to finish the sentence letting go of my neck.
I slid down the wall trying to re-gain my breathing. "So… are you going to answer?" I asked looking at him.
"I'm a vampire." He said looking at the floor.
"How?" I asked not understanding.
"I was changed in 1736 by a man by the name of Vladimir. He killed my entire family because they knew what he was. I begged and pleaded, but he bit his wrist and forced blood down my throat and with one fluid motion he snapped my neck and I was pronounced dead." He said with a tear welling up
"I'm sorry…" I said rubbing my neck. "Tell me other things you haven't told me yet.."
"There's nothing more to tell…" He said picking the book up staring at a family photo.
"I'm sorry… I truly am…" I said looking at him.
He ran his hand across the photo, a tear escaped his hold plummeting down to the covered photo. "I miss them so much." He said in a shaky tone.
I wiped the next one away before it could fall "I would too… I'm sorry… You have this family now though." I said trying to make him smile.
"It's still not the same." He said.
I sighed quietly "I just want you to be happy… you're my brother now…" I said hugging him tight.
"Stephen, Stop." He said rolling his shoulders to make me stop hugging him.
I didn't know what else to do, My eyes were locked onto him. "What if I was turned and you'd never have to be without a family again…" I said looking at him waiting for his reaction.
"No!" He shrieked, "That's not going to happen!" His eyes turned the dark black again.
"Well why?" I asked.
"Because I said so…" He said walking closer to me.
"Who the hell died and made you king?" I asked with an attitude.
"I've lived like this for over two hundred years! I've watched friends die! I can't even go in the sun! Do you really want this?" He asked yelling.
"Well, I mean… I…" I couldn't even finish a sentence. I wanted to say yes, but then I'd want my friends and family to be vampires too.
Exactly, Stephen don't ever say that again!" He yelled one last time.
"What are you two yelling about?" My mom yelled up the stairs to us.
"We were yelling about Scrabble!" I exclaimed quickly.
"Alright, No more yelling, you'll make the new neighbors think I'm killing you!" She said with a slight laugh.
I looked outside to see what house was next door, It seemed to me like a boarding house. "Why the hell would you put a boarding house in the woods?" I asked myself.
I turned around to look at him, He simply shrugged, "I have no idea."
He walked towards the bathroom to put the bag in there when the sun come out from behind the clouds illuminating the entire room. He dropped to the floor, He screamed in pain. "Oh my god! What's wrong?" I yelled running over.
He only screamed, his skin began to bubble. I grabbed his arm getting an adrenaline rush dragging him out of the suns way. He looked at me his skin still red. I quickly came to a thought, If he's a vampire then blood must help them. I looked at him and said quietly "I sorry…" I rolled my sleeve up exposing my wrist. His eyes locked onto my veins, I moved my wrist in front of his face. "Do it." I said watching him.
He slowly shook his head. He didn't want to hurt me, I wasn't going to watch him die. I forcefully shoved my wrist to the edge of his lips. He managed to whisper "No."
I glared at him keeping my wrist to his mouth, "Now!" I exclaimed. I forced my wrist into his mouth, I felt his teeth against my skin. I glared at him waiting for him to bite.
He pulled his head away slowly "I'm sorry…" He said grabbing my arm. He pulled my arm so his mouth and my forearm were lined up.
"It's fine I'm not going to watch you di-" I said as his eyes turned dark veins coming out under his eyes. I was afraid at first, I wanted to rip my arm away and run like the building was on fire. His fangs were exposed. There was no turning back. He moved his head forward quick stabbing his fangs into my wrist. I took in a breath. The pain I was expecting didn't come. It was replaced by a strange feeling that I've never felt before. My emotions went insane. It felt like I had been put into the most relaxing place in the world. My entire body tingled. It was like a drug.
He let go after what felt like forever. "There." He said sitting next to me. I put my head against the wall letting my head drop to the side looking at him.
"wow…" That's all I could say. There was no way to explain it.
"I'm sorry…" He said looking at the floor.
"No, don't be. It didn't hurt." I said laughing a little. I had a feeling that I was high.
"You'll be addicted to it now… I'm sorry… I should leave…" He said standing up.
"No!" I yelled latching my arms tight around his ankle. He began walking, I dragged behind him.
"Would you let go?" He asked stopping to look down at me.
"No." I said with a chuckle.
He walked over to my bed and picked me up by the back of my shirt. "Now stop." he said.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" I yelled flailing my arms and legs as I dangled there.
He placed me onto the bed, "Now stay." He said as he walked towards the stairs.
"I'm not a dog…" I said, but I stayed and obeyed his words seeing as he could easily kill me.
I heard a bang downstairs. I quickly stood up, but that was a failed attempt. I couldn't stand up I fell back onto my bed. I heard foot steps coming up the stairs. I sat up slow looking in that direction. It was Alston carrying the bed from downstairs in one arm. "I hate you…" I said glaring at him.
"you do?" He asked sadly placing the bed down opposite of mine across the room.
"Not really… It's an expression." I said watching him.
"Oh… I was going to say that if you did I'd have to kill you" He said laughing.
"What?" I said a little afraid.
"I'm kidding… I'd never kill you. On purpose anyway." He said looking away from me.
My eyes went wide. "What do you mean?" I asked in a state of shock.
"Kidding." He said laughing.
"Not funny." I said giving him the death glare.
"Oh you know I wouldn't hurt you… unless you made me like that insane stunt you pulled a few minutes ago." He said glaring at me "Do you know I could've killed you?"
I shook my head slow. "No." I said.
"Well I could have. Don't ever do that again."
"But it felt like whoa. Do it again." I said still on my high.
"No! I told you'd be addicted!" He yelled
"Please?" I said falling back onto the bed.
"No." he said sternly.
"Why the hell not!" I yelled.
"Just no Stephen! God damn it, I knew I shouldn't have," anger filled his eyes.
I let out a sigh, "Well if you knew you shouldn't have, why did you?" I asked with a slight attitude.
"Well you kind of forced your wrist at me. And don't give me an attitude!" Anger boiled over, I thought he was going to explode.
"Well I didn't want you to die, it would have been my fault and I'd be even more fucked up then I already am." I realized what I said, I snapped my hand over my mouth.
"How are you 'fucked up'?" He asked tilting his head to the side.
"Nothing… Don't worry about it." I tried to find a way to change the subject, "So how 'bout them Mets?"
"Don't try to change the subject, it's obviously something."
"I'm mentally un-stable…" I said un-sure if he would catch on.
"What do you mean 'mentally un-stable'?"
Of coarse he didn't get it. "Listen… It's not a big deal," I was starting to come off of my high.
"Obviously it is if you're not telling me."
"You'll think of me differently. I know it for a fact." I said sitting up slowly.
"No I won't, you'll still be you. I promise."
I still wasn't sure if I should tell him ,I mean he was my "brother". I rolled my sleeves up slowly revealing the bite mark on my right forearm. I rolled my left sleeve up looking at him, my wrist and most of my forearm had scars, but some new cuts.
"I don't understand what you're showing me" He said.
Of coarse not. "Look again." I motioned towards my arm.
He gazed down at my left arm his eyes widening as he saw how mutilated my arm was. "Why?" Was all he could ask.
"I told you I was fucked up."
"But this?"
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