"Vampires exist?" I asked. I had always dreamed that they did exist and had even convinced myself that they were in hiding. But now faced with another person who believed it, I wasn't so sure.
"Yeah, and what if I was to tell you that they paid Meyer to write Bella and Edward's story?"
"Uh-huh because that is totally credible. If vampires really did exist, I'm sure they would try to stop people form finding out about them not get stories published," I said, he had to be kidding. Although my imagination sometimes led me to the same conclusions. We had finally reached our destination, an indoor garden built by the science club at our school. I sat down on one of the benches and waited for his answer. Will sighed and sat down next to me.
"Well there's a reason for that. Male vampires get lonely. They scare people off and so they tend to be by themselves most of the time. It's quite a lonely life and so one day a pack of male vampires, after hearing Edward and Bella's story, decided to do something about it. They thought that if they paid someone to write up the story then girls would flock to the outcast instead of ignoring him."
I stayed silent; his story if true, made sense. Otherwise he sounded crazy. Will turned to see if I was still listening and continued talking.
"Meyer knows we exist and she was more than willing to write the story. Since you are sitting next to me, its obvious our plan worked."
"We? Our? You…You're a vampire?" I stood up shocked. This was impossible. He had no proof and even if I did want to believe him I couldn't. The light from the window did not make him sparkle and we live in New York City! It's sunny almost every day!
"You don't believe me?" He said, standing up as well. I shook my head slowly; I wanted to but.. "What color are my eyes?" He asked lifting my chin so that my eyes could see his. I looked and was finally able to give them a color: Golden. That is a much better way to describe them than like hazel. I am not saying that out loud however; this is probably a trick. I let my eyes scan the garden, looking for a camera.
"Pay close attention," he said. My eyes returned to his face, which was now sparkling. I reached out to touch his cheek. It felt smooth under my hand, like marble. I gulped…does he want to drink my blood? "Do you believe me now?" I nodded speechless. If he was a good vampire, this would be a dream come true. If not, I shook my head let's not think about that. "Meyer fudged some of the facts though so that her book would be better. Edward and Bella have actually been together since 1993 and their daughter is now fully grown. We can turn our shimmering on and off; it's part of how we hunt. We live in packs, like wolves. So we also have loners. We are also allowed to tell whoever we want that we are vampires, the Volturi don't exist. We also don't drink human blood; it does not taste good at all!"
"It tastes bad?" I choked out. I had finally found my voice. At least he wasn't going to kill me for my blood.
"Yeah. I personally prefer cow blood but my brothers like shark and deer." He said smiling.
"Wow. That is…that's so cool." I said. If vampires exist…then I can become one. I could live forever…not have to worry about how I live because I will always have another chance. I can start over as many times as I want and do whatever I want. I can live over and over and over. "Will?"
"Yeah?" He said leaning into my hand, which was still on his cheek. I blushed before removing it.
"Sorry…" He smiled and reached for it. I linked my fingers through his. "Does it hurt to become a vampire? Did Stephenie Meyer change those facts too?"