This is the chapter I mentioned I'd put a TW/warning on just in case: Emetophobia, falling from a height and death (although death is expected in many YD fics)
I just thought I'd mention it :)
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A few minutes had passed since he'd shoved his bloody clothes in the laundry. Adam was now in his blood free pajamas, his mother and stepfather had gone to collect George from school. This all resulted in Adam being home alone for a good twenty minutes.
But he couldn't go around his usual after school routine of food and TV. Instead, he was stuck at home, unable to look at food, and suddenly finding bright lights too light. Adam had gone around the house turning all the lights off and closing all the curtains. The light felt like it stung him. By now it was close to torture.
All he could do was lie on the sofa, and wait. He could really do with some form of entertainment right now, but no bright light meant no TV. He eventually resorted to spying on their neighbors through a little slit in the curtains. Just small enough that he wouldn't get too bad of a head ache.
Down the road lived an older couple, maybe in their sixties? They were particularly artsy, which suited Sally quite nicely. But they annually painted their house a new and sickeningly bright colour. Something even Sally found slightly annoying.
Coincidentally that was what they were doing right now. Well, they were currently away so for once they weren't doing it themselves. There was a professional painter outside on a ladder.
Adam opened the curtains the tiniest bit more to see what colour this professional was painting the house. He hoped that it wasn't a different shade of pink. Nothing could be worse than the hot pink it was painted three years ago. Lucky it was a light green.
Relived and starting to get a headache, Adam closed the curtains swiftly. So swiftly and forcefully that the curtain rail was pulled right off, making a very loud thud as it crashed into a glass table underneath. As if Adam wasn't in enough shock (and serious trouble), the window was open. The painter must've heard the loud crash the curtains had made as they collided with the table. It was different to any bird noise or rustling leaves that had been filling the outside with sound a few minutes ago.
Adam had rushed to the kitchen to find a dust pan and brush to get rid of the evidence, along with a screw driver to fix the curtain. He hadn't given the painter a second thought, until he went back into the living room. As he neared the open window, an amazing smell came over him. It was such an appetizing scent! He peeped out of the window to see where it was coming from. Adam soon found out what, or rather who it was.
Hesitantly, Adam rushed out into the drive. His headache would just get worse, but he still went outside and looked over the road. The sight before him was horrific. He ran out only to see the painter sprawled out on the floor, blood gushing from the lower side of his head.
Panicking that he might've caused the man's death, Adam rushed to assist the painter and ran across the street. But all he could see was the blinding light. That and the blood of course.
The delicious blood...He knelt down beside the dying man as he struggled to say something. "Wha-agh, Help, what's up with, ugh, your- ey-eyes? Wha-at are you- Agh!"
Unaware of what he was doing, Adam struck the man over his head and dipped his hand in the unconscious painter's blood. He raised his bloody hand to his mouth and licked it.
The taste of the blood was impeccable. He'd even say it was better than chocolate.
He wanted more. No, he needed more.
Adam raised the painter's head and started to scoop up the blood that was gushing out of his it, drinking handful after handful. Eventually he placed his mouth on the side of the man's head and drank from the incision made by the concrete.
His vision grew blurrier and blurrier and his mind grew red and foggy, in addition to the raging headache he already had. The only thing he could think about was himself, the pain and blood. He only came back to his scenes when he heard a rumble of a car in the distance, getting closer.
It was only then he realised what he'd done. Adam had to stop himself from breaking down as he looked upon the sprawled body laying in a pool of blood.
The same blood was all over his pajamas. Adam was covered in a dying man's blood. A man he probably killed because he did nothing to help him. The only thing Adam did was drink his blood. It was close to demonic. What kind of sane human drank blood? No human drank blood...
Adam could hear his family car approaching. He recognised the rumble of its engine, making it sound like it was going to break down any second. Adam dragged the unconscious painter's body which was still spurting out blood to the side of the house, and ran back to his house in a panicked haze.
He ran as quickly as he could to the bathroom, so he could wash his face. His hand trembled as he opened the door, smearing blood all over it. He knew he'd look psychotic when he looked at himself in the mirror, and he was correct.
Blood was dripping from his mouth, down his neck and all over his clothes. Some had smeared across his chin and stained his left cheek. He looked like he was straight out of a vampire film. He felt like one.
Before giving himself time to consider what could be happening, what he could be, Adam ran over to the toilet and grabbed the rim of it as he threw up violently. No wonder really. Blood was practically poisonous if a human consumed large amounts of it. And he was covered in the stuff.
The vomit was bright red. It made Adam feel more nauseated than he was already. He'd really just drank someone's blood. He'd taken his vampire obsession a bit too far this time.
Once he was sure he could keep down the vomit for a little, Adam snatched a towel of a rack by the sink and started scrubbing his hands and face. As for his clothes, he'd just have to lie and say that it was another nose bleed.
"Adam we're back!" His mother yelled as Adam flushed the toilet to get rid of the blood-vomit.
When he was sure he didn't look as if he'd just killed someone for real this time, Adam went to greet his family and explain the second fake nose bleed if the day.
"Hey." He said shortly and tiredly as he felt their gaze fall upon him in disbelief.
"Adam why are your pajamas all bloody? Mum said you had a nose bleed in school." George asked innocently, but Adam could tell even she was worried.
"Darling take George through will you?" Sally asked her husband as she turned back to Adam "What happened in the time we were gone. You look terrible."
"Wow thanks." Replied Adam sarcastically as he crossed his arms
"Adam, you know what I mean."
"Fine, I got another nose bleed. And I have a headache when I look at the light."
"Really? Should we take you to a doctor or-"
"Mum, I'm fine. Don't worry. Probably just some migraine buildup."
"You've never had a migraine before."
"Well there's a first time for everything"
"Besides I doubt that's how it works-"
"Maybe it is?"
Adam hated lying to his mother. And the last 48 hours had been filled with lies. But if he told the truth about what he thought he was and what was happening, everyone would probably call him a freak and start screaming.
Adam didn't want that.
"Go put some spare pajamas on will you?" Sally instructed Adam.
Adam nodded and plodded up the stairs until his mother called to him "Oh, and no one is bothered to cook tonight. How about we order a pizza?"
Sally saw that Adam was obviously perked up by the mention of pizza, but he didn't say anything. Sally took his reaction as a yes. She went through to the kitchen to order the pizza enthusiastically, glad that her son had an appetite again.
Unfortunately, the mildly positive expression Adam had on his face disappeared as his stepfather stormed in. He'd found the shattered glass table and the curtains. Adam had forgotten about that. Luckily, they'd gotten the table cheap, and the curtains were easily fixable, so he wasn't in too much trouble.
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"Fancy going into town tonight to give the boys a scare?"
"I'm alright, but thank you, Ingrid."
"Erin, you're no fun."
That was the last time Ingrid ever asked that blood-free half-fang to go drinking with her. She really didn't know why she kept her. Probably something to do with saving her life, and stopping her father and Renfield from feeding her vile potions. But it didn't mean she couldn't be annoyed by her.
"Fine. I'll go by myself for the third time this week."
"Alright."
Ingrid huffed as she stormed out of the room, and flitted out to the court yard.
"Stupid half-fang." She uttered underneath her breath as she transformed into a bat and flew up into the starry night sky.
Usually Ingrid loved to lure her victims in, play with her food. But tonight she was tired, and just wanted a snack.
She flew around, sniffing the air to detect any trace of blood. It was then she saw it. A red cloud-like trail floating up from a drive of a half painted house.
Ingrid swooped down and landed on the roof. The scene before her was quite sad. A dead man laying in a rather small pool of his own blood. There was another pool of blood a few feet away that was larger. Odd to say the least. Maybe she was witnessing an aftermath of a murder. Excellent
The man must've been painting the house and had unfortunately fell, purposefully or accidentally. Blood was everywhere except for in his body. It was really unfortunate for Ingrid. Maybe she was hungry, but she'd rather steal from her father's blood cellar than lick a dead man's blood off the floor. She wasn't that desperate. Only some blood addict would do that.
She was just about to take off when the door creaked open a few houses down, and a familiar face popped out.
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Three square boxes were laying empty on the kitchen table. Glasses of different beverages were tossed haphazardly in the sink. The house was completely still, except for the fifteen-year old sneaking down the stairs.
Adam had been debating whether or not he should move the painter's most likely dead body to somewhere else. It would be suspicious if anyone had found him a good few meters away from the ladder.
In the end, Adam had decided to move the body and try to scrub the blood away. He'd grabbed a bucket and sponge, filled the bucket with soapy water and made his way outside as quietly as he could.
He sneaked over the road with ease to once again finding the poor man looking deader than he did before.
Without hesitation, Adam unlocked the gate that lead to the couple's back garden, wrapped his arms around the man's chest, and dragged him into a wooded area at the end of all the neighboring house's gardens. It was only then he'd noticed the ring on his finger.
He rushed back to the front of the house feeling even more guilty than he had felt, and started scrubbing the concrete slabs the man had fallen on. But he couldn't help but feel like there was someone watching.
Adam had to look away since the sight of blood was too much. Guilt, pain and hunger were flooding his brain. He couldn't stop thinking about it.
He'd killed someone. He'd actually killed someone. It pained him to think of what the man's family might say. What his significant other might say. What if he had children?
A tear rolled down Adam's cheek as he scrubbed even harder. If something like that ever happened to his mother, George, or even his stepfather, he wouldn't be able to bare it. Whether they annoyed him or not, he'd still be distraught if they died. Especially if they were murdered.
The patch where the blood had been was now a big pool of water and soap suds. Just as suspicious as the blood. Suds didn't appear out of nowhere, did they?
Adam tried to brush them all to the drain on the street, but only managed to make the pool even bigger.
Trying not to panic, Adam ran back inside to get a new bucket of water, so he could get rid or at least move the suds.
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Adam had gone back inside for whatever reason, so Ingrid took her chances and went to inspect the scene before her, or rather, a missing piece of evidence.
The kid had dragged the guy's body into the woods which could only mean he'd either killed him or played a part in his death.
Ingrid followed the smell of the corpse and found herself beside it.
The thing was definitely drained of the majority of its blood, but had a gash on his head, not his throat. Although it still raised Ingrid's suspicions. This fifteen year old and what she originally thought to be breather, could really be the world's most powerful vampire to ever un-live? Or at least the next vampire to crumble to dust underneath the crown of power.
Either way, he couldn't be human. There was no way a breather's name could appear on the blood scrolls. No. Way.
Unable to withstand the sight of the disgusting corpse, Ingrid ventured back to her hiding spot on the roof and watched. Watched as Adam poured the water all over his neighbor's drive to cover up his crimes, and rushing back inside.
Ingrid just hoped that if he was a vampire, he didn't loose control in school tomorrow without his powers. Of course if it was his birthday tomorrow, that would be much more problematic. But the chance of that would be one in three-hundred and sixty-five, literally.
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Adam changed again out of his second set of bloody pajamas, and hoped that all the weirdness would stop for his birthday.
He just wanted to sleep.
He got out a new set of pajamas, but as he was putting on the trousers the same pain he'd gotten in the maths class had come back. Adam grabbed his bloody pajamas he'd worn previously and held it under his mouth in case he'd bleed again.
He rushed out of his room and into the bathroom. He could already feel the blood dripping down his chin. Desperately, Adam tried to wipe the blood away but only managed to wipe it up his nose.
He pushed down on the door handle as quietly as he could, and entered the bathroom. Adam looked in the mirror to see how bad it was, but to his surprise there wasn't any blood on his face, or his clothes. There wasn't any Adam either. His reflection wasn't there. It was completely absent.
There was no way... Could he really be a-?
"Adam?! Why is there blood on your face?"
Completely caught off guard, Adam swiftly turned around to see George standing innocently in the doorway.
"Oh- Uh, just another nose bleed. Don't tell mum. I don't want her to worry." Adam said surprised by the fact he was pronouncing every word very slowly as he made eye contact with George.
"Okay." She said wearily, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "Now move, I need to use the toilet."
"Alright fine."
Adam stepped aside to let George in and headed to the kitchen. He'd just use that sink to clean himself off instead. By this point he was too tired and scared to bother about which sink he used.
He rushed down the stairs and turned on the kitchen sink's tap. Repeatedly, he threw cold water up at his face. He was completely unaware that he'd just hypnotized his little sister.
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Sorry for the mix up, this is the new chapter. :)