The Life of a Teenage Vampire

Diary of a Teenage Vampire

*******************Dru*******************

~Prologue~

I watched the houses go by as we sped down the highway towards our new home. A new place meant a new reputation. I could start from scratch. I could try and be normal for once.

"Drusilla," hissed my elder brother Matheus. "Close the window. What if there's a hunter nearby?" What was I thinking? Vampires can't be normal.

"If there is, they'll hear you, asshole!" I shouted, smacking him in the back of the head.

"Don't touch me," he growled. "I swear, the moment I turn seventeen and I get my powers, you are dead."

"I already am," I replied smugly, sticking my tongue out at him.

"You two! Stop fighting!" Dad turned around from the driver's seat, his eyes flashing red. I rolled my eyes.

"Dad, watch the road. We don't want to have an accident before we even arrive," I said pointedly. Yeah, then we'd really be weird. We pulled into a long driveway as dad scanned the huge map on the passenger seat.

"Admit it, we're lost," Matt said, glaring at me.

"Fine, I'll go and get directions," I replied cheerfully, gratefully opening the door and almost jumping out of the car. It was amazing to feel sun on my skin. I didn't get that often, as dad made me sleep during the day like a real vampire. The freshness of the morning air was perfectly clear and so easy to draw into my lungs. I lavished in the feel of the pure air. I checked my watch to make sure it wasn't too early-- nine am on a Saturday isn't, right?-- and then I walked down the overgrown and weedy path to a wooden front door. The house was made of bricks, and it looked so very normal. I knocked three times on the door, and then waited. I heard muffled voices, then loud footsteps, and then the door was flung open to reveal a woman. She looked to be around forty, and I stared. My entire life I had grown up around vampires, and we stopped ageing when we came into our full powers at seventeen. I had never ever seen anyone who looked older than that. The woman had blonde hair and blue eyes, and she wore an ankle length violet skirt and a pale green blouse.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"Hello," I replied awkwardly. "My name is Drusilla Luxandriou. We're new here, and we're kind of lost. Do you think you could give us some directions?"

"Nice to meet you! I'm Mrs Alcot. Call me Kris. You must be the new neighbours. You should invite your family inside for a cup of tea."

"Oh, no thanks. My brother and dad are extremely exhausted. We all need sleep. Do you know where number twelve Crescent street is?"

"That's just two doors down from us! Is English your second language? You have some sort of accent. What is it--"

"Romanian." I know, I know, vampires from Romania? Well, that's just where most of us live. "So two doors down? Thanks." I turned and stalked down the drive, not knowing what to say next. Already people were suspicious of our accents. How long would it take for people to realise that we weren't normal, that we weren't even human?