The Life of a Teenage Vampire

Chapter One

******************Matt*******************

Chapter One:

A loud buzzing noise caused me to shoot up out of my coffin. I jumped out and followed the sound to its source. I stopped when I reached the entrance to Dru's room. Was it my business? Did I want to know? I decided I did. I pushed open the heavy wooden door that was as light and helpless as a feather under just my fingertips. My eyes widened as they scanned the room. There were two bookshelves full of old and new fictitious novels. That was normal for Dru. There was a bed, which was also normal, though I still didn't get why she still slept in one. She was fifteen, not ten. However, the posters of boy bands and girly magazines strewn across the floor were absolutely unacceptable. They were filthy humans.

"Dru!" I shouted. "What is this prostii doing in your room?"

"Say it in English," she said from behind me. I turned and found her leaning casually against the doorframe. "Say the word 'crap'. You need to learn it, Matheus. We will soon go to school. We must fit in. It is vital that no one suspects of us."

"Your language is not perfect either, soră."

"It is 'sister'. Learn, Matheus! It does not have to be difficult."

"Ce e asta?" I questioned, gesturing to the objects lying around. (What is this?)

"None of your business," she huffed, crossing her arms. "Matt, listen. You know I have always wanted to be normal--"

"You will never be normal!" I shouted, losing my temper. "Never a human, and never a true vampire if you continue to act like a child! Grow up, Drusilla. Get over your fantasy, and soon." She just stood stock still, her mouth open, her jaw dropped in disbelief. She swallowed, and I saw a tear escape her eye.

"Soră," I whispered. "I am sorry."

"Get out!" she screamed, pushing me out the door and causing me to smash my head on the plaster of the wall opposite. She slammed the door in my face, and I heard sobbing on the other side. I heard the shattering of her window, and I immediately jumped back into the room, thankful that she had not locked the door. I found the room empty and bits of glass on the floor. I looked out the broken window and saw Dru running down the street. Even though she had jumped from the second floor, she wouldn't be hurt at all, because of her vampirism. I just sighed as she turned into the driveway of a house two doors down. I had to go and get her. If dad woke up and found her gone, I'd be dead. Truly, one hundred percent dead.

I knocked twice and waited, my impatience getting the better of me and causing me to knock again ten seconds later. Finally someone came to the door and it opened to reveal a man in his mid-forties.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Uh... Dru came into the home just seconds earlier." I cursed my terrible English. However, the man seemed to understand me through my thick accent. "My name is Matheus. Is she here?" The man nodded.

"I'm Rob Alcot. Your sister is in the kitchen. Follow me." I followed him through the spotless hallway and into a gleaming kitchen. Everything was made of marble except the wooden table that seated two people. I knew one of them to be Mrs Alcot, as Dru had described her to me several times. The other person was the reason I was here.

"Dru, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Matheus, te rog nu-i spune tata," she murmured in Romanian. (Matheus, please don't tell dad.) "He'll kill me," she continued in Romanian. I got her hint. She didn't want these people to understand us. I replied in Romanian again.

"I won't tell him. But is this where you come every morning? This is why you have to sleep at night?" She nodded. "We've been here for a week. How long have you been coming?"