IHasCupQuake Is A Vampire?

Chapter 16

A/N: Hullo, it's Pix! So, I officially have 1.1k views!! Thank you so much everybody!! And that's not all, this story has 62 votes!!! YAYYYYY!!!! Also, I was reading some comments and it was really heartwarming how much you guys love the story, I thought it'd just be another fanfiction :'). To be honest I wrote this story because IHasCupquake was reading fanfics and I was like "Hey, maybe if I do write one she'll read it?". Yes, that was me. But now this story is much more, and thank you for all the support. Also, I will be trying to finish this story sometime this year and if you guys want maybe I'll write a sequel when I'm done!!! I still need sequel ideas though  . . . . but I'll ask for ideas another time. Anyways, you probably just want to read Chapter 16 already, so here ya all go!

Tiff

I park the car in the driveway, and walk inside the house. Mario is playing Super Mario Bros on the Wii, and he glances up at me as I walk inside.

"Hey, Tiff." He says.

"Hi." I nod, as he barely acknowledges me. Ever since he found out I was a vampire, things were . . . different. "So, you want to film that gang beast video that we scheduled?"

"Yeah, just let me finish this level." Mario nods.

"Okay, I'll set up the recording equipment." I say, and I walk into the computer room, my head down. I reach over to turn on the microphone, and I plug in me and Mario's headphones, then turn on the computer, and when it's done, I run Gang Beasts and wait as people beat each other up in the menu background. Time ticks by slowly, and before I know it, I've been waiting an hour for Mario.

I shut down the computer and slowly walk out, trying not to cry. I walk into the upstairs bathroom, and stand over the sink as I cry. When I open my eyes and look up at the mirror, still sobbing and gasping for breath, I see blood running down from my eyes. I no longer cry innocent tears of water, but tears of blood for all those I have hurt.

I reach for a baby blue hand towel, and rub away the tears, staining the towel an unmistakable red. Red. Red for Red.

Kat

"Yeah, you can come over, my mom will probably be fine with it." I shrug, as me, Taylor, and Miriam walk home. Matt and Daniel would be walking with us, usually, but they have lots of homework. Well, at least that's what I think. I could hear them whispering about IMVU. I guess they literally play that. Taylor just says they play it to get girls in the area to meet them, for easy prey. They don't harm them too much . . . usually.

"Hey, mom." I say, as me, Taylor, and Miriam walk in the front door, as Tiff vacuums. "Can I have some friends over?"

"Yeah, you guys can go hang out upstairs." Tiff says. She doesn't sound like her usual self at all.

"Okay." I say, leading Taylor and Miriam past Mario, who is playing Halo. Huh, I've never seen him play violent video games before, and I've never seen Tiff this sad, either. Something is going on.

As we go into my room, I flop onto my bed, and Miriam and Taylor sit on a wooden chair and a beanbag. They glance over at the pile of broken tapes in the corner, film rolling out of the broken glass.

"What's that doing over there?" Miriam asks.

I shrug. Even I don't know why. Besides the pictures . . . it's all I have left of my real parents. My mother is dead, and before that she was possessed . . . by me. My father used to be a good guy, but the death of my mother made him corrupt and evil.

"Is everything okay with your adoptive parents?" Taylor asks.

"No." I say, lying down and facing the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling, which rarely glow because I keep the lights on at night ever since Ian, my real dad, broke in. "They're usually . . . a lot happier."

"Why are they acting like this?" Miriam asks.

"I don't exactly know, but ever since Ian broke in, and Mario found out Tiff is a vampire . . .they seem so distant. All Mario does is play video games. And I've heard her crying. She never cries."

Suddenly, I hear Tiff and Mario yelling from downstairs at each other. "And they never fight either."

I turn over on my bed, facing the wall. I see blood stains on the wall, reminding myself of that night.

I will never be normal again.

Tiff

One week.

It's been one week.

One week since I've uploaded a video.

On my channel discussion, I see viewers chiming in on their opinions of what happened.

Hi_Peepz7: Maybe she quit.

HannahBanana4Eva: Is she on vacation?

FirestarFan6: HURRY UP I NEED MORE VIDEOS HURRY UP AND POST!!!!

Dani&Kris55: Maybe some kind of family emergency is going on, but people should stop yelling at her to post more videos. Be respectful!!!

Salamander Rulez: SRSLY I'VE RUN OUT OF ANIME TO WATCH POST ALREADY SHEESH!!!!

TotalFangurl4Red: I just hope that Red is MINE!!!

I bury my head in my hands, leaning back in the desk chair.

"Everything is just crashing down." I cry. "Why did Ian have to curse me? Why?"

Suddenly, I grab a painting off the wall, and chuck it at the door. It breaks to pieces, and the door splinters, leaving a brown, wooden dent.

"NO!!" I scream. "NO!!!"

Ian

Everything is going according to plan.

Perfect.

"Matt!" I scream, and he rushes in, his eyes filled with blazing fear. One of Kat's friends, a feeble, weak toy in my game.

"Yesmaster?" He says quickly, his words in a clump.

"Start phase 4." I say calmly, twirling a pencil in my fingers.

"But . . . but . . . " He stutters.

"SEE THIS PENCIL?" I stand up, screaming, and I snap it. "I CAN SNAP A PENCIL AS EASILY AS YOUR NECK!"

"Y . . . yes master." Matt runs out quickly, and shouts, "BEGIN PHASE 4!"

I walk out of my office, and look over the abandoned warehouse from the railing of the stairs. Desperate prisoners wailing in their cages, and frightened minions rushing around.

"This will all be worth it when I'm done." I say, smirking. "And nobody can stop me now."