My creative writing assignments

MY VAMPIRE OCSSS

So this is unfinished. It was meant to have many more scenes but I was running out of time and grades were due that night. But I think what I have isn't that bad. Also sorry for Ed's shitty google translate spanish. I know a ton of people who could have translated for me but had to turn it in quickly and didn't have anybody on short notice.

Also, to explain the lore a bit, because I didn't get the chance to in the story, a vampling is the baby of a vampire and someone of another species. I did a reverse twilight, which is to say male vampires can't reproduce but female vampires can on a rare occasion. Also, werewolves are the only species that can generally overpower a vampire, but to be a werewolf you have to have two werewolf parents, so no vampling will ever be a werewolf too. A vampling is basically a human when their born and gains more vampiric traits as they age. Such as blood lust and extra strength. When a vampline reaches full maturity, around 24-25, they must be turned or they will die. They die at slow enough rate that they'll notice and can be turned before they die. A vampling can be turned before that but there is a bit of a vampiric law, at least in the modern times of this universe, that says you can't turn anyone under 20. 

Im still working out a lot of kinks of this universe and these charachters but im hoping to publish something in this world someday.

Selena the Vampling

June, 2010

Ed had been putting away the dry dishes when he heard the knocking on the door. He looked up at the clock on the wall. The antique was always exactly 50 minutes behind and the thing read 4:30 a.m.

"¿Quién carajos está tocando a estas horas?" Ed mumbled as he closed the cabinet and walked over to the door.

He peered through the peephole. There, still knocking like a hurricane, was a girl he had only met once. Agness. She had come for Oliver's 110th birthday, hunted with them the next night, then left to do whatever it was she was doing at the moment, something in France, he believed.

Ed took a step back and opened the door.

"Get me Oliver and Issac," She pushed past him into the kitchen. Agness opened the fridge and pulled out a jar of blood before quickly grabbing a glass from the drying rack.

"Uh- uhh. Ok," Ed turned around and walked up the stairs.

***

Issac ran his fingers through Oliver's soft light brown hair.

"I think we should get a cat, surely the fledglings are old enough to distinguish their food from their pets," Oliver said, his head resting on Issac's chest.

"Myra's not ready," Issac said. He heard the door opening from downstairs, his brows furrowed, "Maybe in half a decade or so."

"She'll never be ready if we don't test her patience first," Oliver sighed, "Mistakes must be made to learn."

"Oh, so you want a dead cat?"

"Well, no, but...point taken."

After a moment he heard her voice, Agness, rude as ever and demanding his presence without so much as a hello to Eduardo.

Issac's hand paused in Oliver's hair, "Your friend is here."

Oliver sat up, "Oh, which one? I do have several y'know,"

"Agness."

"Ugh, could she not have called first? Emailed? It's the 21st century. Even so we had telephones before we were turned," Oliver scowled, getting off of the bed, "Don't get me wrong, I love when she visits, but it's 5 a.m. Have some respect, woman."