my summer with vampires

chapter one: The Florida vamps,

for humans drowning can be seen as peaceful, an often preferred way of death, for vampires however, it's the cruelest way of leaving this plain of existence,

It stuff's the light out of your being. It stains your soul with black finger prints and warps your sense of being beyond repair,

At least, that's how Jenna remembers it, maybe after the five hundredth year she's forgotten what it's like to drown.

And although, she came back, she always does, no matter whom does the deed she always comes back, for her. For most vampires death isn't permanent, only a decade long,

And after years of living pain isn't really pain anymore, there's only so many stakes to the chest or knives burying themselves in your neck til it fizzles down into a dull, dry sting,

But drowning? It always hurts, especially when some idiot gets the very bright idea to do so in a tub or foundation of holy water.

The way the water, often dirty muddies their lungs, foggs their eyes till their vision is blurred, makes panic, unlike any other fill them, they lose touch, they scramble like wild animals to survive and it ends up killing them.

It is the farthest thing from peaceful for them. And the so called 'vampire hunter' favoured method of killing, especially in holy water,

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Jenna.

I accidentally kill One. ONE, singular boy and I get shipped off to the sunshine fucking state. The hottest. Most American state ever.

This is fucking bullshit. Utterly laughable bullshit and I won't stand for it. If those old, saggy tit bitches overseas want me to stay. I'll make a real motherfucking home here.

" Are you done pouting like a five year old?" I purse my lips. Kitty leans on the bedroom door, rolling a marble between her fingers. Picking up a pillow I chuck it at kitty's head, she lifts her hand and catches it, chucking it back at me.

Moving sideways the pillow flys past me. Leading on the bed behind me,

Grunting I flap down on the bed, looking up at the twisting designs on the ceiling, they lack uniqueness. The designer has terrible taste, I could probably fix it though. Paint over the rough, ugly shapes and put beautiful patterns in their place.

" Tell Lydia to buy me some paints dearest, I'm thinking F0F0ED and 7E17FF " I announce loudly, Kitty let's out a loud. Disappointed sigh. There's a slight 'slap' sound and I look up, there's a bright red mark on her face. Her purple eyes tired and irritated, playing innocent I ask casually,

" Why'd ya slap yourself love? Red's not a good shade for your face pretty, " Kitty scowls, lips pulling up over her fangs ferociously, she hisses aggressively.

" Kill yourself loser." I giggle, admiring the sharpness of her fangs, not quite sharp enough to go through skin as smoothly as mine but enough to terifie any scared prey, I grin seductively,

" When did you get so fine?" I purr, leering at the younger through my lashes, Kitty pulls back. Repulsed. Her lip shaking in disgust.

" You're.... Down bad beyond belief. Worse than a gojo simp even." She says and I bristle. Feeling wronged.

" Oh how fucking dare you bitch! I would never. Ever rub a bloody tampon over a plastic figurine. You're nasty just for breathing those words out." I sneer. Eyeing her judgementally, Kitty blinks. Grinning prettily,