Author: the second Chapter, ah bliss


I woke up. "My achen head!" I put my hand to my stomach "I'm hungry!" I look around "Why the hell am I in an abandoned warehouse surrounded by bloodthirsty vampires who aren't even paying attention to my ramblings." Then I remember what happened who knows how long ago. "Aw shit. You're kidding me! I'm a fucking vampire?" The other vampires just stair. "Fine. Don't explain what the hell's going on. Like I care." I stand up, dusting off my jeans. "So who's the guy who vampafied me?" I address the oh-so-silent corpses.

A man with long bleached hair came forward. He had blue eyes and was wearing what looked like an outfit that came out of the garbage of a costume shop. Very original you know? All capes and gloves. "I am Lestat, your Sire."

"Sire my ass. And your name? Read to many Anne Rice novels much?" I role my eyes. I would call him a wanna-be if he wasn't so obviously a be. "Anyway. If you don't mind, I must be killing you know. Comes with the job description." I pull up a chair and rip off the leg. Loving the super strength. I throw it at him and it hits him in the heart. Well, it would have if he hadn't moved, I was close though. "Aw shit."

He came pulled out the stake and came running at me. My eyes widened and I just reacted. I grabbed his head and twisted. I felt the neck brake and he puffed into dust. "Awesome!" it is at that point I realize I am still in a warehouse full of twenty or so vampires. Scratch that, angry vampires. "Nice to meetcha, gotta be goin though. Buh-bie." I run and throw open the door. Light streams at me and I hiss. "CRAP!" I grab a blanket and start running. No fucking way. Why the hell did this happen to me?

It's the curse I know it. Ever since I was little I never had a good birthday. On my fifth b-day mummy and daddy died in a car accident. On my seventh birthday Sister and I moved to this dulsville, for her acting carrier. If it weren't for the fact I hated flying we would both be dead or sooner dead, whatever. The plain went down by seemingly nothing.

Now my sixteenth. Sweet sixteen I die. And come back to life. As a walking fucking corpse. Definitely the curse. Sometime it sucks to be me.