Innocent Vampire

There was always that look. That looks only those beautiful, beastly eyes could give. The look that would cause an explosion in one person in the world.

Me.

Luck was in my name but I had other plans( Insert poor life choices like isolating the vampire in my classroom). My name's Felicity Rolm. In case you want to see the name that'd end up in the Book Of People Everyone Hates. I was a high school senior. I also was a parasite that took the last scraps of attention from others before another could take them. Survival instincts.

You'll see how those same instincts led me to hide in the vampire's bathroom.

Lucky, lucky me.

Back in God knows when, my friend ( best goth of all time) was going through a phase. Specifically a moon phase in which she had to sacrifice me to sone moon goddess ( didn't know people upstairs hated me). Kate was otherwise adorable. Except for the sacrifice thing. Me, having fallen asleep in her bed( her PJs smell good) , I was taken to a cemetery. The conversation was as follows

Kate: Lissy?

Me(gagged and bound): Mffff

Kate ( kisses the top of my head): you'll feel better soon, right?

Me( she removes my gag): Fuck you, Kate. Are you gonna fucking kill me?

Kate( glitches): Did you just say you would fuck me?

Me: Fuck you twice. Did you get the message yet.

Kate: I'm pretty sure the only people other than me that are listening are a bunch of werewolves waiting for another brother to rise from your sacrifice. Werewolves need a girl to die, in order for a boy to feel out of place to replace them. In adolescent males, this insecurity allows them to mutate into werewolves.

Me: Why are you reading so much bout the moon?

Kate: ( Kisses me softly on the nose) Enjoy, Lissy.

No howls were heard. That was the real magic.

But there was a cackle. That was bad. Only witches cackle when they die... And only vampires who hate drug lords kill witches. Where was the vampire when I needed rescuing?

Kate frowned and busied herself by playing with my hair. I was tied to a coffin( the clichés would die with me) .

Me: ( in a whisper) Katie... Why do you want to kill me( the shock set in as I began to whimper)

Kate: I don't want to. Werewolves... They prevent me from needing heroin. ( She breathes heavily into my hair). They're too broken for anything to temporarily numb

Me( in tears): Kate please. You don't have to do this to me.

Kate:( wrapping an arm around my neck) You'll feel better soon I promise.

Her promise was fulfilled. In an instant, two men-like figures burst into the night, both with bleeding gums. In one of their mouths there was a bat.

I struggled against my bonds. Kate gasped and threw herself in front of me. Pitch black clouds began to cover the moon in an obsidian wrath. The redhead of the two looked at Kate in a sort of panic.

A word like,"Delta" was heard from him. The other,who had silver hair, had red pupils and a smile that bared teeth.Twin fangs crowned his bleeding taste. He looked in my direction.

He looked at his gingery friend. "Fool!",he screamed. The redhead tried to tackle him and he succeeded in the most part. If dying in the process kept the merit of victory

The silver haired man- looking closer I saw he was a boy - screamed like a banshee. When he noticed his companion's head was fully decapitated, he screamed louder for all the corpses to hear.

" Are you me?" He said to Kate.

"ARE YOU ME?!!!" He shrieked to me. I shook my head. This was not a figment of his imagination built to make him regret, though only penance would have someone look at those eyes of mine so intensely.

Kate untied me and we sprinted together away from the silver haired killer. He screamed in an agony so intense I was sorely tempted to stop running.

Temptation lost to Kate's ridiculously strong grip. I continued my sprint as we eventually got to Kate's home. We entered through her window and she pulled me into her side on the bed,breathing just as fast as I am. There was no way I was just going to let my would be killer spoon me, so I turned towards her. She pursed her lips in guilt. Her black dress was stunning so I fidgeted with her girth while I stared at her, waiting for an answer.

Then a familiar scream resounded outside. We saw silver hair shed on the ground. Through the open window we looked, transfixed completely.

Was there a werewolf?

Impossible. I was still breathing alongside my friend. The scream turned to howls of pain as I sprinted out of Kate's room and down the stairs to see. Kate cried my name but I had to know. Was I in Hell? Or was Heaven a what if of life?

Outside, lay the silver haired vampire on a bed of leaves. It was a full moon. Ironic.

" Name, Mister Banshee?"

He looked surprised at my scowl. I was doing my best to look imposing in a pair of ( very) ripped jeans and I was wrapped in a large baggy grey sweater.

He continued to lie on the floor and patted the space next to him.Since I didn't want a fang in my neck, I continued to stand.

He shrugged, then swore loudly.

"I'm Felix."

" Not going to ask for my name?"

" Do I need to want your name?"

" Can you make werewolf sounds?"

He smiled. " Sure. I can act like a coward."

I rolled my eyes. I went back to Kate's room

Kate: Oh shit there's a werewolf in the garden?

Me: why don't you lean closer to the window?

Kate( leans forward): there's a lot of noise for a brooding creature-

I grabbed her by the hair and tackled her to the floor, while using a shard from the window i shattered from above her to tap her throat .

She got the message this time

Payback. And that I would be taking a vow of silence during her occult prayers.