A Vampire in a Wizard's World
by Sarah Black
Our story begins late at night in a tiny apartment, illuminated only with soft glow of a computer screen.
Chapter one.
She rubbed her eyes tiredly and yawned like a lion. God, she hated these awful essays, especially when you only have half a page to go and are out of ideas. She glanced at the alarm clock on her bed stand. Jesus Christ. It was far too late. Why couldn't she think of the words? Probably because it was three o'clock in the morning and she'd been staring at the computer screen all day. She glanced longingly at her bed and sighed.
"Damn." She muttered under her breath after rubbing her eyes some more.
"Shit." She then added for good measure.
Why did she always have to go and put these things off till the last moment? Right... because she hated essays. That was something she should be able to remember after the horrible day she'd had. She'd slept for as late as she possibly could trying to ignore the awful weight in her stomach that told her this was essay day. God, she hated essay days. When she had finally managed to drag her hide out of bed she had put her essay off for a little longer in order to feed the loud growling thing that apparently most doctors would refer to as a stomach. No, on the other hand they'd probably say it in Latin or some other such language.
She ended up eating a bowl of Cheerios in her crummy little kitchen and dreading the moment the last spoonful was consumed. After rinsing the bowl off and placing it somewhere in the clutter around the sink she walked slowly back to her tiny bedroom where her laptop awaited, no doubt gloating at her lack of organazation skills. She then proceeded to pull out some books and newspaper clippings about whichever inane subject on which she was supposed to write an eight page essay and then settled herself in front of the computer.
The rest of the day was spent in a depressing silence if you don't count the click click of typing.
Suddenly she was hit with an idea and was able to finish her essay. It was less than brilliant but it would have to suffice. She might scrape a seven if Mr. Hall was in a good mood when grading.
Feeling incredibly relieved she demanded the laptop save her essay on to a floppy so she could print it at school. Thankfully everything did what it was supposed to and she was able to fall into blissful sleep.
Or she would have if there hadn't been a man on her bed. She opened her mouth in order to scream but closed it again when she thought better of it. Her crazy neighbor would kill her and her pervy neighbor would probably try to comfort her or some such nonsense. She stared at the window, she'd left it open a crack as it was a still warm night but no man could have gone through there. Uncomfortably aware of the fact that there was a man on her bed and that she'd done nothing but open her mouth, close it and kept it closed in the last five minutes or so, she attempted to speak.
"Wha...?" Was all she managed before the man interrupted her.
"I'm dreadfully sorry for the intrusion, but it was the only open window in the building and I just didn't have the strength to fly to the next one. I'm injured you see." He spoke in a terribly attractive British accent which reminded her somewhat of James Bond. Despite the attractiveness of his accent she didn't fail to notice that he was obviously crazier than her neighbor as he seemed to think he could fly and not only that, but fly through her window which was barely open.
That simply didn't compute. Instead of pointing this out like a logical sane human being, she let out a very embarrassing cooing noise and exclaimed: "You're injured! Where? Let me see!" She then rushed to his side, feeling quite dumb and girly mind you, and timidly touched his shoulder.
"It's my leg, I'm afraid I had a bit of a brush with an angry dog." He proclaimed sounding immensely relieved at her entirely inappropriate reaction to the ridiculous situation.
She suddenly recalled everything would be much easier with more light and reached for the lamp which was conveniently placed next to her alarm clock. The man made a strange hissing noise when the light flooded over the bed and she in turn made a silly shocked sort of noise when she caught sight of his bloodied leg.
My sheets! She thought desperately and tried to remember where she kept her clean towels. She tended to forget things when she was nervous or panicked. That did not come in handy on exams.
The man obviously mistook her sound of worry as being for him and he attempted to sound heroic.
"I'll be perfectly fine, really. I heal rather fast, especially if given the right sort of nourishment."
Or really, she thought he was trying to sound heroic when actually he was preparing to drink her blood in order to replenish his own supply.
She was oblivious to his scheming as she was distraught with worry for her sheets and rather annoyed she couldn't remember where she kept her towels.
"Let me just go find you a towel, I'll be right ba-" She didn't get to finish her sentence because the man who was actually not a man had attached himself on to her neck and wouldn't come off.
Her last thought before passing out ran something along the lines of: I'm never watching another Bond flick, British accents suck.
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When she woke up she had the feeling she was six feet under. She couldn't explain why exactly she had that feeling but it was like that instinct you get in the morning and you just know there's no coffee in the house but you really want a cup and you realize that you're going to have to run to the Starbucks down the street and you'll probably miss the bus. Something like that.
Wait a second, what was that smell? Was something rotting? She decided to risk opening her eyes.
She decided immediately that opening her eyes was the most spectacularly bad idea she had ever had. She opened her mouth to scream in sheer terror and disgust but thought better of it. If any of the others were in a similar situation she wouldn't want to wake them.
As it turned out, she was not in fact six feet under, she was in a tomb. For some reason her coffin wasn't closed and she was free to enter her next train of thought.
What the hell was she doing in a tomb full of horrible rotting corpses? She started to swear malevolently under her breath. When she caught sight of the family crest she redoubled her swearing. Not only was she in a tomb but she was in a tomb in England. England with its stupid British accents. She was in this mess all because of a British accent. The memories swirled around her head like toilet water being flushed and there was nothing she could do but glow red with embarrassment at how she had behaved. Why did she have to be such a dunce? She sighed and decided to get the hell out of the tomb. Tombs are for dead people and she, she checked her pulse, was... dead.
She checked her pulse again.
Shit.
Damn.
What the hell was going on? She tried to grab helpful details from the swirling toilet water and after an eternity she recalled the bastard had bitten her. He had bitten her neck. Her hand flew up to grope her neck area. At first she couldn't feel anything but she quickly realised that was because she was feeling the wrong side of her neck.
Stupid.
The right side of her neck had two delicate puncture wounds. Bastard. He had sucked her blood like some sort of vampire and now she was stuck in a tomb in England with no pulse but enduring logical thought if the swirling toilet water could be called that.
She frowned a bit and stared angrily at the wall. Then she thought of something. If she was dead, but not dead, didn't that make her sort of... undead?
Her teeth were now the subjects of her groping but they seemed rather normal.
Well, it wasn't such a crazy thought when she first had it. She felt rather relieved.
Of course she couldn't be a vampire. Those belonged in books and movies or books about movies or something. As for the no pulse thing, that was probably a fluke. Didn't you have to be some sort of doctor in order to feel someone's pulse? That had to be it. She simply didn't have the vital medical training you had to have in order to be able to find someone's pulse.
Feeling very good about this decision she looked for a way out. She obviously didn't belong here so the only logical course of action would be to get the hell out of there.
She finally noticed a door in a rather obvious place (how on earth had she managed to miss it?) and proceeded to walk towards it, she was just about to reach the doorknob when the door gained (seemingly) a life of its own, swung forward and into her forehead, knocking her off her feet in the process.
"Ow." She spat out grumpily after rubbing her forehead for a while. She peered up in the general direction of the door, fully intending to glare at it as soon as she could place it.
"New girl's awake." Came an instant reply to her disgruntled noise. She felt very confused for a moment but then she managed to think back, put two and two together and come up with a most inappropriate six.
Note: I hope you like the first chapter, please alert me to any Mary Sue-ism and I will take it seriously and try to fix the character accordingly. Thank you for reading and please take the time to tell me what you think, if I don't get criticism how will I learn?