You'd think my situation wouldn't be able to get worse, right? I mean I had just turned sixteen, and on the same day I was turned into a vampire. Well, I avenged myself by killing my 'sire' or the dude who sucked my life away, and by doing that I was hunted my his minions. Luckily I'm a Pyro and vampires are flammable. Heh. The silver lining? Because I've suddenly got this insane allergic reaction to sunlight, I figured that maybe I wouldn't have to worry about school. But of course, I also got this insane older sister. Who happens to have a degree in sociology. And is a substitute teacher. Do you see where I'm going with this?
Yes, you guessed it, I'm being home schooled. Hell oh mighty, my older sister is going to stay home all day to make me do book work! Smite me now, I implore you!!!! Unfortunately, it's REALLY hard to smite someone who's already dead. Oh joy.
"Who first disproved Spontaneous Generation?" My evil (…I mean darling) sister asked.
"Um. I'm guessing the first person who thought of non-spontaneous generation.
"Not even close. Care to hazard a second guess?"
"hm…how about…Tori Amos." I say smirking
She sighed and put her head in her hands. "Can't you at least pretend to pay attention?"
"Oh, but I'm so good at sarcastic remarks." I smile.
She glares. "Lets take five for lunch." At those words my stomach growls. "I'll make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."
Oh not again. What will make her get this through her thick skull? "Hunny darling sweetie, you know I love you right?"
"Yeah… in your own twisted little way." she said warily.
"Well then PAY ATTENTION! Let me use small words. I-" I pointed at myself "Am a Vaaaammmmmpppppiiiiirrrrrre. This means I must eat BLOOD. You know, the stuff that flows through peoples veins? I vant to suck your bluud."
She frowned, lines creasing her forehead. "Right I forgot." she turned to the kitchen.
It was my turn to frown, pushing my lower lip out in a pout. I followed her to where she opened the fridge and took out… a bottle jar of blood? "Where'd you get that?" I ask.
"Joey. He has a whole vat full of this stuff that they just throw away. He was happy to have it taken off of his hands." she put the jar in the microwave and pushed a few buttons.
Joey is a friend of my sister's who works at the butchers. Boy aren't I lucky. "Thank you! You're so good to me." The microwave beeped and Michele took out the jar, popping the lid. She handed it to me.
"Bon appetite."
I put the jar to my lips "Always" I say and take a huge gulp.
The salty sweet elixir burned the back of my throat. I could feel it pour down into my stomach. I could feel my body absorbed it, I felt energized. I felt alive, which is a trick for the dead. I smiled and licked the remnants from my lips.
When I opened my eyes, that I hadn't even remembered closing, I saw Michele looking at me. Her eyes held a calculating look. "What?" I asked.
"Nothing." she replied, leaning against the table "It's just that it's so weird. My baby sister is a thing of myth. All logical thought says you shouldn't be here. That you're not possible. Yet, here you are, standing in my kitchen no less. It's like a fairy tale exploded in my life. Only it's not a fairy tale is it? It's more like a horror story. That's where you normally here about vampires, right? From horror stories."
I blink, then lean against the counter behind me. "Do I look like a horror story to you? I mean any more than a normal teenager. All that's different is I need a little blood donation every once and a while. No biggy."
"That's not what they say in the stories. They say your blood thirsty and soulless. How do we know how you'll behave a week from now, or hell a day from now? How do we know you wont some day wake up and want to hurt someone?"
"You believe I'd hurt you?" I demand incredulously. "I feel just fine. I will not hurt you or any one else unless they hurt me first. I mean, yeah, we don't know what will happen tomorrow but I'm pretty damn sure I wont loose my good since by that time. And hey, if anything happens I give you permission to fry my ass to save yours." I pushed away from the counter and went up to her. "It'll all be okay. Okay? Now no more freak outs!"
"Okay, Okay!" she said putting her hands up in a placating gesture. "you win, Now let me eat my lunch and we'll start on Math."
I groaned "I think I liked it better when we were questioning my sanity."
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I typed another key word into my laptop. I was up in my attic room, sitting on my bed crossed legged with my computer in my lap. My room was beyond messy, which is why Michele got the master bedroom, and the second bedroom got made into her office. This way she didn't have to see my mess. The bed unmade, with sheets piled on the opposite side that I was sitting on. My clothes were all over the floor, along with random piece of paper and other shit. There was a full book shelf by the door, the only clean thing. The blinds were drawn over my only window, the only light was a green lava lamp and the light from my laptop.
A site caught my interest 'The Truth about Vampires, the Buffy files' The truth about vampires? This should be entertaining. I click on the link. My screen went black. Words in silver appeared next. At the top of the site was the words 'Welcome to the world of the Slayers. You have been approved to look at this site by…' "Approved?" I ask my self. "What, do they track every computer to make sure it doesn't have any evil spawn residue on it?"
I continue reading 'In every generation, there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer, and if you are reading this you are two. However, you are not the only one. The First Slayer was created in ancient Africa when three sorcerers, the Shadow Men, used powerful magic to bind a pure-demon heart into a young girl. When a Slayer is killed, another potential Slayer is "called" and immediately receives her power. However, through the magic of a powerful witch, all women are potential slayers are now full slayers, no waiting for one to die. This site is to educate you. Happy hunting! I skimmed down. The Slayer is always female; Slayers have been shown to be called at ages as young as 12, and as old as 19. Well, I am that. There were many links. History of the Slayer, weapons, books to read. It's a whole Universe of Slayers. But I'm a Slayer (I'm guessing) and a Vampire. What the hell does that mean?
Author: I would like to let you on the secret. Wikipedia is god! I looked up Buffy on Wiki (good god that's a lot of stuff) and it's amazing! It let me onto a whole bunch of info about Buffy. There's a whole bunch of info about in in this chapter. So yeah. I hope you liked it!
