My Roommate Isn't A Vampire

Day 3

I woke up to a series of knocking on the door and I sighed. "What!?"

"It's me, John. Are you decent?"

"No! What the Hell do you want!?"

"Day three! I want to know about what happened on the third day."

I rolled off the bed and sighed as I looked myself over. I was in my underwear with only a pair of socks on my feet. I walked over to the corner of the room and picked up my orange uniform that I threw the day before and slowly started slipping into it. "Why the Hell do yu have to wake me up everyday!?"

"Sorry, Caroline. I just get really excited about your story and always look forward to hearing more."

I pulled the zipper up and walked over to the door. "You're such a pain! Can I at least get breakfast before we do this?" I knocked on the door and the guards cuffed me. I looked over at John and saw fear in his eyes. "I'm not telling you anything until I have my breakfast."

John nodded. "Alright. I'll have it delivered to my office for you." He led the guards to his office and called one of the people at the cafeteria to bring me breakfast over the phone. In twenty minutes, I had two McDonald's breakfast sandwiches in front of me with a glass of orange juice and a hashbrown in front of me. I started to eat and John pulled out a bag of gummy worms. "You really like to eat, don't you?"

"Don't be rude," I warned as I took another bite. "Girls often get offended when asked that question."

John nodded and tossed a worm into his mouth. "Alright. Go ahead and start when you're ready."

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I woke up the next morning to a crash in the kitchen. I quickly shot up and stared at my doorway. Someone was making noise in the kitchen and wasn't trying to be quiet about it. I pulled out an airsoft pistol from under my bed and kept it pointed in front of me as I walked toward the door. I opened the door just a crack and looked down the hall to see blood stains leading to the kitchen from the front door. I started walking down the hallway slowly and carefully, trying not to make a sound. As I walked, I could feel my blood pulsing through my veins and my heart pounding in my chest. I put my back against the wall outside the kitchen and held my breath. I entered the room and pointed at the source of the noise.

Phillip was sitting up against the cabinet with a knife in left hand and his mouth on his right hand. A pool of blood stained the kitchen floor and his clothes as he stared at me with a terrified look in his face.

"Phillip..?"

He shook his head and tried to back up more. "Don't come near me," he cried through his hand. "Please, stay back!"

"If you're suffering this much, I can give you blood every other day," I said as I took a step forward and lowered the gun.

The whites of Phillips went black as I got closer and he tried to back up with more effort. "Stay back, Caroline! Please!" I took another step forward and the terror in his eyes vanished. The fear was replaced with determination and Phillip jumped forward, tackling me to the ground. His teeth touched my neck and froze. A few drops of water hit my face and I opened my eyes to see Phillip crying over me. His eyes were still black and red but the fear returned in his eyes. "Caroline... I can't stay, not like this..."

I grabbed his head and pulled it down. His teeth sunk into my neck and I flinched as the sudden pain hit me. Phillip hesitated but he started sucking some of the blood, slowly. After a few seconds, Phillip pushed himself off of me and looked down at me. I felt tired but not enough to sleep. "I'll buy a syringe tomorrow... That'll help with your urges... right?"