The Night of the Vampire

Chapter Five

Jamie

"Where is she." is all I could say.

"She'll be alright." said a creepy voice behind me. This voice wasn't the one I was hoping for. This voice was odd and scary.

"Wh-who are you?" I started as I turned around. Suprise filled my face as she snickered.

"You weren't expecting it to be me, where you?" she asked.

"C-carlie? Are you okay?!"

Now I was deffinentally afraid. She had purple hair and extreamly white skin. No more perfect blonde hair, or wonderful smile from her.

"Of course I am. Don't you see? I'm thriving! Becoming a Desmoind was the very best thing that could've happened to me! I couldn't have went this far as just a vampire." her smile was blood covered. She had just hunted.

There is a difference when a vampire hunts and when a Desmoid hunts. The Desmoid eats the human, while a vampire just drinks from it then cries into the wound to heal it. They don't notice it because they are knocked unconsious by our powerful breath filled with nontoxic sleeping gas.

"C-carlie. Pl-please don't do this. You can get changed back. I promise that I'll marry you and we can have a family an-"

"Oh, shut up! Jeeze, Jamie. You are so annoying! I don't want to be a vampire! I love being a Desmoid. It's so much freaking fun! They provide the land that you live on, they give you willing humans to eat. If I where you, I would think about becoming a Desmoid, too. Plus, I don't love you. I don't even like you. I would NEVER marry you."

"Wh-what?!" I began to cry after she said that. She never even liked me?! Oh my gosh. What have I done?!

"Stop being such a baby Jamie. I may have fallen for that when I was an idiot like you, but now I'm a Desmoid, and you have no chance with me."


"What? I have no chance with you? So, does that mean that all the other Desmoind men can put their hands all over you? That I have to stay away just because you are a Desmoid?" I said. Her eyes widened in suprise when I said that. I knew I wouldn't like what was coming next.

"WHAT?! ARE YOU CALLING ME A SLUT? iF YOU WANT ME SO BAD, YOU WOULD'VE GOTTEN ME WHEN i WAS A VAMPIRE. NO, I SUGGEST YOU SHUT YOUR FACE BEFORE I DECIDE THAT YOU LOOK GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT!" and with that, she stormed off in a cloud of dust. I want Carlie back. I want Carlie back. The words where wrapping themselves over and under every loop in my brain.

When I woke up, I was tied down to a hospital like bed. I tried to get up, to move, to make a sound.

Nothing. In the background I heard some laughter that I couldn't place. I blacked out. When I woke up again, I wasn't tied down. I could breath. I could scream.