Little Vampire

Home Invasion

Chapter One 

My pale hand reaches to pull back the thick black out curtain, the moonlight shines into my bedroom and illuminates the bed.  I sigh deeply, longing to be able to open these curtains in the day rather than at night. I could open them if I wanted to but the sun hurts after around twenty minutes of constant exposure. My skin crisps, breaks off, falls to the ground and turns into some foul smelling charcoal. How did I become this way? How did I become a Vampire? 

I fiddle with the blood bag in my hand, scrutinizing the small print on the back of the bag. 

'Property of Moganville, Texas blood bank' 

Never noticed that before, all these years... I pull my laptop from the end of my bed onto my lap and position myself into a comfortable position on my wall wide window seat. My fangs extend and i pierce a small hole in the bag, positioning it right above my large mug. The blood squirts out slowly from my continued pressure changes and finally it is all in the mug. 

I flick my hand and the bag fly's across the room landing square in the bin by the door. I never fail to miss the shot. Guess it's part of being a Vampire. The laptop flickers to my home screen and a bunch of cute puppies start running around on my screen. Time to feed my virtual pets. I smile happily at my fluffy bundles of joy enjoying their food and water. 

I would love to have a pet dog, I see people walking their dogs all of the time at night and sometimes I go out to the park just to play with them. I look so innocent that no one suspects that I could kill them in under a minute but I love people they are very fascinating.  

I leave my puppies and open up the chrome browser, typing Morganville blood bank into the search bar. I wait patiently for it to load and click the first suggestion which opens up to a page about Vampires in Texas. 

"What the fuck?" I scroll through the page quickly, mostly bullshit about missing university students and yet I am intrigued. The blood bag comes from the town so there has to be some truth behind it, right? 

I need to know about myself, I need to know about how I was made and why because I cannot remember. My head snaps to peer out of the window, eyes glaring down the road ahead of me. I can see lights in the distance and hear the deafening roar of oncoming bikers. I can even smell the sweat and grime from over here and it stinks to high heaven. 

Nose wrinkled, I continue to search through the web page before I notice the Christmas green light shining from my webcam. I peer into the camera, the realization dawning on me. I smack the laptop screen down and throw my laptop at the wall watching it rain in pieces to the floor. 

"Mom!" I cry, panicked and on edge. I call her name while running across the hall, the bikes roaring sises to exist and I can hear the booming laughter. 

"I think she knows we saw her" A gruff voice snickers. A group of around five start laughing in manic tones as I barge into my parents room. My mom and dad sit shot up in their bed, eyes wide and bleary from their rude but necessary interruption. 

"Bikers! Outside they were watching me from my laptop camera" I gush in utter terror, a window downstairs smashes and my parents jump to attention and run directly for the wardrobe. My moms raven black hair sticks out in all sorts of weird angles as she rummages through the boxes at the bottom. 

She pulls out a charcoal black box with a strange symbol on the front, lifts the lid just as the sound of heavy boots start trudging through the living room. 

"Clary, hurry up! They can't have her" My dad hisses. He pulls out a bag and slings it over my shoulder, kissing me on my forehead in the process. 

"I know but she needs the way there" My mom hisses back while forcing the contents of the box into my bag. 

I look at their fast movements. Completely confused as to what is going on right now. 

"Who are those men? I can take them-" They both stare at me with wide fearful eyes.

"No" 

"What the hell is going on?" I ask in a small voice. My dad gives me a soulful look and pulls me into what should have been a bear hug but felt more like a soft embrace. I want to cry I really do but I don't know how to. How inhuman of me. 

"You run and don't look back, Della. Run for Morganville and don't you dare come back" My mother shakes me slightly while my dad pushes me towards their window. They force the latch open and the window swings wide and inviting. I resist against my fathers pushes but for some reason I know I have to leave but I can't leave them here. 

"I am not leaving you here! They might-" 

"It doesn't matter what they will do to us they cannot have you! Della you're very special. You don't know yet but you will save all of us. Oh come here my sweet girl" My mother pulls me into a tender embrace and a dry sob heaves from her chest. 

She moves to hold my shoulders and before I know it I am flying out of the window and crashing into my mom's favorite roses. Dirt fly's up around me and I stare up at my mother and father's sad faces. I gather myself up just as the bikers storm into my parents room. 

"Where is she? Where is the girl?" I jump to grab the ledge and peer through the window to see my parents on their knees and the four bikers staring down my parents. Another biker walks in holding my empty blood bag with a clear angry expression in his crazy dark eyes. The scar across his face looks monstrous which matches with his messy collar length hair and long outgrown beard. 

"She a vampire? You betray your own race for some filthy blood sucker!" The bearded man bellows, his voice sounds like heavy thunder. He throws the blood bag at my mother's face, my dad looses his cool and charges at the man but he just gets booted hard in the face and the sickening crack of my dads broken nose was enough to turn my face away from them. 

The main biker begins to pace the floor, playing with his beard and contemplating something. I wish Vampires could read minds. 

"Why she here then? Why ain't she in Morganville with the rest of them freaks?" That is a good question. Whatever the answer was my dad didn't get the chance to tell them because the man's phone started to play some ridiculous tone. He pulls the phone from his belt and places it against his ear. I strain to listen to the panicked voice on the end of the phone. 

"Dad! It's time, come now. We need help" A satisfied smile play's on the main bikers face. That guy has a son? Really? 

He puts his phone back and smiles at my parents. 

"As much as I would like to know about this girl. We have bigger things to do" He pulls out a shot gun and takes my dad's head clean off. I scream catching the attention of all of the bikers and my mother. 

"Run baby. We love you. Run!" The final sobbing words of my mom before the biker eyes me and pulls the trigger. I scream as my moms blown off head splatters all over my face and I drop to the ground, screaming and rubbing the brains off of my face and out of my hair. 

I scream in horror and run in the opposite direction and I don't stop until daylight.