The Anorexic Vampire

Chapter Two: A Difficult Solution

When they pulled up to the huge building I realized this was no summer camp.

"This isn't an institution, it's a goddamn penitentiary! So what, you're just gonna put me in a prison?! Wow, I have great parents! He's not listening to us so let's put him in jail!"

Marcus' smirk faltered for only a second, "Yep! This is what you get for not drinking! Don't worry about your secret, every kid that goes here is just like you, a vampire with an eating disorder,"

"Dammit Marcus I don't have an eating disorder!" I screamed.

He ignored me and got out of the car, and began dragging me into the prison that would be my new home for the rest of the summer. Aidan was right behind him with my stuff.

A man opened the door for them and another helped Marcus by grabbing my feet, preventing me for running. A third man approached with a clip-board in hand and began scribbling things down.

"Wow, what a great first impression; people at the door to help you drag your kid to hell," I muttered.

"My, my," The man with the clip-board said in a strange accent, "What a filthy mouth for such a small boy, let us weigh him."

They set me on the scale and I just glared at my so-called parents the whole time.

"107 lbs...Hm, it will take some work, but we can fix him up," The man said, "Do you have any idea why he will not eat?" Does he avoid conjunctions on purpose?

"He's in denial about there being anything wrong with him, and he said something about not wanting to suck the life out of people,"

He wrote something down on the clip-board while nodding, "So he is a fledgling?"

"Hardly, he's been turned for 200 years, we found him 40 years ago, abandoned by his maker,"

A growl erupted from my throat, my teeth bared at them, they knew I hated my past!

The man with the clip-board was in front of me in a second, his hand wrapped around my throat, making he hiss and lash out at him with my claws, but he pinned both my hands in one of his own, "Does it not bother you at all to be so weak? Ah, and you are a Daywalker; stronger than the rest of us usually, and yet you are weaker than me, does is not bother you? We will be keeping you on special surveillance, cannot have you trying to escape."

This is really happening, even after all of these years they still treat me like a kid! And now I'm stuck in a prison with special surveillance?! This is so sick I wish it were a joke.

He released me, making me cough and rub my wrists, before turning to Aidan and ripping my bag out of his hands and growling, "You disgust me," And then turning on my heal and following the clip-board guy to a small office.

"Do you have a cell-phone?" He asked.

I quirked a brow at him and shook my head no.

"Any weapons?"

"Unless you count my attitude, no," I said, smirking.

He chuckled, this dude makes me so uneasy, "Oh do not worry, they will take that spit-fire spirit of yours and shred it into a million pieces."

"They?" I asked.

Now it was his turn to smirk, "Yes, they. Now," He handed me a piece of paper and a pen, "I would like you to draw two pictures of yourself; one at your worst and one at your best,"

I rolled my eyes but began drawing anyways, sketching out my frame and face before handing it back to him.

"Now which one of these is you at your worst?" He asked, holding out the picture, on left side I sat in a predatory perch over a corpse, blood covering my mouth and dripping from my chin. On the right side I sat at the kitchen table staring at my bowl of blood with little interest.