You're A Killer (Vampire! Frikey)

Don't Mention That Word

As I walked Frank home, it reminded me of one of those really bad romantic movies.

We just couldn't stop talking.

He talked about what he wanted to be when he grew up, where he wanted to live and where he wanted to go to college in 2 years (he was only a sophomore).

Everything was fine until he brought up the one word that I dreaded...

Vampire

I cringed and held his hand tighter as he talked about how he actually wanted to be one.

"I just want to see the world from a vampires perspective...even if it was for a day...I'd also like to hang out with one too." He said.

"Well...I guess it would be pretty cool...for a day, I guess." I muttered.

"What would you do if you were a vampire?"

My somewhat non-existent heart skipped a beat...

"Oh uh...I-I don't know..."

"I'd totally hynotize people...like...uhm...I would be ordering people around and stuff. That'd be pretty cool."

"Yeah...I guess that would be cool..."

"Are you okay? As soon as I brought up vampires you got all...silent and nervous."

"Oh yeah...sorry."

Fuck! Okay...think of another topic...

"So, how long have you been living around here?" I asked.

"Only a couple years. I moved here when I was in 7th grade. What about you?"

"I've lived here my whole life." I smiled. All 103 years to be exact...

"Back to the topic of vampires...what color eyes would you have? Would you keep your normal eye color?"

They only come in red...

"I think a nice, light purple or pink would be nice. What about you?"

"I think I'd have to go with red...or a neon yellow. Something nice and bright."

He smiled and ran up the street, dragging me behind him. This must be his street.

He stopped and smiled at the large, old house in front of us. It looked like an early to mid 1700's house.

He grabbed a key to his backpack and unlocked the door.

We both walked in. Every piece of furniture was covered in a thick sheet of plastic.

It was dark with small windows and a chandelier in every room including the dark hallway leading to a large set of stair.

"Who do you live with?" I asked.

"No one. I ran away when I was 13. This is my uncles old house...he said when he died he would give it to me."

Is that legal?

"Wait, if you have no parental figure in the house...how did you register for school? How can you stay here?"

"Thats not important, Mike. Do you want something to drink? I have orange juice, fruit punch..."

"Nah...I uh...had something to drink earlier." I smile.

"Do you wanna sleep over for tonight?" He asked.

"Don't you have school in the morning?"

"It's Friday, dummy."

"Oh, yeah. Sure."