The County Line

Jonathan had a stick to himself attitude, he didn’t have hardly any friends other than his dog. Jonathan loved to hunt and to get stoned, he lived by himself in an old house in the woods. One night Jonathan went out on his porch to smoke with his dog Roscoe, he sat in the swing and fell asleep, when he awoke he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Jonathan was shocked to see a trickle of blood running down his neck and to see a crusty red stain on the collar of his shirt. He got up quickly after he realized Roscoe was gone he called his name with despair “Roscoe, come er boy, Roscoe! Get ya ass over here”, there wasn’t any sign of him anywhere. He was worried about his dog, because he’s run off before and got lost. He rushed into the house and cleaned his neck of he examined carefully; he thought to himself that it looked like a big spider bite of some sort, there wasn’t anytime for that he grabbed his flashlight and was out the door, he was walking through the woods slowly calling his name with every few steps. “Roscoe come er dammit, I ain’t feel like chasin your ass all over the county”. He felt his heart begin to pump quickly with a steady thump, it was happening he was changing into a vampire. He wanted one thing blood! Jonathan was sprinting through the woods looking for his first meal, all of a sudden he heard a whimper in the brush and he jumped on his prey quickly and used his instincts to make the kill, he came back to his senses and he couldn’t believe it, Roscoe was laid beside him with his ribcage torn apart