But I saw a house that had a tap outside the door so I snuck up and tried to get a drink from that. But a more delicious smell came from indoors. I had to investigate. I crumbled the lock on the door with my hand and walked in. A man, sat on a chair playing a computer game, I snuck up on him and inhaled him. God, he smelled delicious. Wait, what am I doing? I'm admiring a man? EW! But, no, it wasn't him, it was his blood. So I leaned in and bit hit neck, God his blood was so delicious, so hot and thick, sliding down my neck.
"Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing It smelled so" he screeched at me. It freaked me out, because it reminded me of my mother's cries so I snapped his neck and kept on drinking, it was so delicious I kept drinking until he was empty in peace. I looked around his home when I was done and thought I'd live here for a while, hide out from the police and try and figure out what was going on with me. For some reason Bianca popped into my head. Maybe she was like me. In fact this only happened since she bit me. Realisation dawned on me. Was I a vampire? Nah, that's insane and I banished the thought. Jeeze this guy I drank lived like a total slob. Everywhere was filthy and messy and smells of rotting food came from every room. EW, NO, I couldn't live here on second thoughts. I dug a hole outside to bury Mr A in cause to be honest his freaked out face was freaking me out. So I buried the poor smelly sucker and covered over his grave. I looked around for something to cover the ground with and saw lots of junk. I thought I'd make a sculpture over him to hide the freshly disturbed ground. I was being very paranoid I know but with the cops after me I didn’t want to take any chances. So I built a mushroom over him from bits of TV’s and bikes and washing machines that were littered around the back yard. I was well proud of myself by the time i was done and it sort of looked like a mushroom. Then I cleaned out his house and went out and bought some paint and new furniture, including a bathroom and a bedroom suite. I also bought a really comfortable bed for when I got tired. I noticed a calendar and realised I hadn’t slept in a week and didn’t feel one bit tired. I scrubbed everywhere and washed walls and made it fresh smelling and clean, then when the furniture arrived I took time putting it in wherever I wanted. I was thrilled that I was so strong. I could balance the couch on one hand alone. I painted all the room in a soft white and the furniture was black. I know it sounds like a surgery but I liked clean neat colours. My parents liked greens and blues but I always felt cold when I walked into those rooms. I remembered the police woman had said that I was cold yet when I touched my arm I was warm. There was a knock on the door and I opened it cautiously. There stood Bianca.
“Hi, I was just checking up on you, making sure you survived.” I stared at her open mouthed.
“What you mean, from when you bit me and then fecked off and left me burning is it?” I asked her snidely.
“Yeah, sorry about that, but those guys actually saved your life.”
“In what way did they save me? I killed my parents, lied to my grandparents, I’m on the run from the police, I just killed the fungicidal owner of this place and I’m all alone. Just how did they save me exactly?” She had the decency to look contrite.
“I’ll stay with you if you like, I need a place to crash anyway. “ I stared at her
“Like you’ve got to be kidding me, you think I want to spend another second in your company.” I said to her. She smiled at me and said
“Well someone has to teach you the basic rules so as I changed you, I should be the one to do it.” She said, flopping down on my new couch. I heard it groan.
“Do you mind, that is brand new, I’d like it to last a while.
“Sorry,” but she wasn’t a bit.
“So what are the rules then?”
“Don’t ever let the humans know of our existence.”
“So what do you go to school for then?”
