Oh, Bite Me

Blair

Ugh. What a day. My cold heart had been beating ever since that kid (what was his name? Jack?) had stood up to me, causing me to look flustered. Like, what the hell?! I'M supposed to be the ruthless one. I was so hungry from carrying that O-positive around, I bit three people from 3rd to 6th period, not a care in the world. Megan and Ciera weren't any different. Two nerds and a jock. Losers. All the vamps had drooled all over the school, walking like a zombie over to the classroom. FIVE people had to be sent to the nurse for "sleepwalking". I don't blame them. Finally. Lunch time. Now I know what you're thinking. Why lunch so late? We vamps are always late. We eat breakfast at noon, lunch at six, and dinner at midnight. Six hours between meals.  We always went to my little house in between nice houses, like hiding in the open. I sometimes stayed there, because it was by Riverdell, but whatever.

Blood was splattered everywhere, including my dress. But no worries. They're the ones cleaning up later. Once people were woozy and drunk from the heavenly fluid, I energetically announced, "Alright, everyone! Who wants to mop?" Everyone groaned in response. I threw the mop forcefully at Josh, who slurred out, "But I don't wanna- wann- But I d-" he was so drunk he couldn't speak. That's how I knew I was going to get my share. I plastered a homely smile on my face, and muttered condescendingly through gritted teeth, "Josh, honey, can you go into the other room for a minute?" He thought I was going to make out with him. Whore. Whatever floats his boat. I'll give him the kiss... Of death.

"Alright! Everyone clean up this dump! Np one leaves unless they're sections are SPOTLESS!" I assigned each vamp with three sections and they were soon filled with energy. The place was near spotless, but not quite. I decided to have my little chat with Josh. I walked into the room, and he was floating around, like a ghost. I guess he's starting out soon. I wrapped my arm around him, making him turn and our nose touch. He goofily smiled, his O-positive breath blowing into my mouth. I looked down from his eyes to his mouth, and he hungrily kissed my lips. I started to attack his lips as well, making the room hot. I pulled away, and pushed him to the wall by his neck. He hoarsely groaned, "Babe- what.....are......you-" I clenched his neck until he was limo and sad, and he had become a big ol' sack of O-positive. Blake walked in, his big hands clenching some antibacterial wipes and glass cleaner, and he looked like a sexy janitor, which kind of turned me off. "I want some." I hissed at him, making him float away to clean his sections. I looked at my final treasure and prize, knowing I really was the ruthless one.