The Vampire Next Target

Chapter 1

I've always done "Missions" to kill people, hide the body, and wash my hands of this crime. Move on. I am nothing more than a hitman doing his job but in the modern world, requests have gotten more complicated and obscure. Today I got a request I usually don't make for a kid who is seventeen. I suppose he wanted me to bite their parents and kill them, draining them of their flesh and blood but the request was oddly strange, a hit on himself. I didn't do suicide runs I knew it weighted too much on my concise.

Still, I listened to the child and found out their parents were kicking them out at the end of the month. It was their birthday, they were different and didn't fit in with the other kids. They claimed they were not going to be accepted for coming out. They were afraid of losing their home. They were fearful of losing their stability. Though it was clear there wasn't any. They told me their worst enemies were the people around them but maybe out there one could be their most excellent help.

I knew the homeless shelter wasn't a place for a kid like them so I sighed as they paid me everything they had from their sock and I began drinking their rich blood and ripping the life out of their body. Tears rushed through our eyes as we felt our lives on the line. I think their hearts throb through my head as I drink to the last drop. Then I wash my hands and face in the sink with cold water as I look in the mirror not seeing my relaxation but clothing.

I sit down on the rocking chair and look at the child as I watch over them to make sure they are dead. I look at the clock as it strikes four and I check their pulse and feel nothing. I turn to the window and begin to step out as I hear a tiny gasp followed by choking and coughing. I step back in and sit the person up patting their back. "Am I dead?" they asked "No" I replied. "You became a vampire," I replied. They touched their neck as they felt the crusted blood on their body. "I didn't ask for this," He yelled.

I sighed this is why I didn't do suicide missions I had too much of a connection to them. I knew this wasn't a good idea as I looked at the person and then back at myself in the mirror of the Chester draw. I leaned into the drawers and groaned. I knew I had to take them because my concussion would get the best of me if I didn't let this child into my place. We weren't much different after all the way we died and the way we were born into being a vampire. Maybe they'd be good company.
I looked into their now yellowed eyes and smiled, running my hands through their black short hair. I hadn't even gotten their name but I knew it'd been soon.

"I know this is why I don't do suicide missions I get too emotionally invested and I end up injecting my venom" I replied I handed out my wrist as he grabbed it. I retracted my fangs as I showed him what to do. "Your fangs will retract when you don't need them but when you do you'll just bite into the flesh it hurts at first but you'll get used to it, and feel like a growing tooth," I said They nod as they bite into my flesh as I feel my arm burn in agony I grunt my blood pooling into their mouth.

"Is it good?" I asked as they let go "It tastes like strawberries" they replied. I chuckled as I barely remembered the taste of the strawberries. "Strawberries are my favorite," they said as I smiled as they licked my arm. I lifted my arm and patted their head looking around the room one last time as I saw a circled calendar that said February 7th Birthday was today. I looked over at the person I just bit looked at in shock "It's your birthday" I muttered to myself. I couldn't let myself get upset buying this so I smiled and said "Hey little birdy said it's your birthday you maybe want to stay over at my place for a while little you get your bearings" I asked.

The person nodded as we crawled out the window and into my car toward a small apartment full of a neat assortment of things. He shuts the windows and closes them as the howling from his neighbor's wolves quiets down. "So do you hate werewolves," The kid asked. I chuckle. He was so naive. "I don't like them sometimes but I don't hate them. They make noisy neighbors but they are fun to play Pathfinder with" I replied. "Our DM is a Werewolf, he's cool, he's living his best life, and he's a furry so being a werewolf is his dream" I chuckled.