Sweet Sweet Misery

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~A/N: Hey guys! :D I hope you enjoy my book. I've been editing it like NONSTOP, making sure the details and the story were easy to picture in your mind. ALSO: My story is on another website called Quotev.com. I left wattpad to start using Quotev, but now I'm coming back c: Anyways... Enjoy~

  I was staring blankly at the fire. The fire that engulfed my house into ashes, in just a few seconds. I was sitting in my room, laying across my bed. I was bored out of mind. It was a typical thursday night and I was up and about, studying for finals, and facebooking. The clock told me it was around three in the morning, when I suddenly smelled a strange scent.

I cautiously unwrapped myself from the precious quilt my great great grandmother had made for me, and I followed the smell out into the living room. There was my four year old little brother, Jerome lying unconscious on the hardwood floor. I put him to bed litterally five hours ago! He must be sleepwalking again. With a sigh, I picked him up making sure not to wake him. Jerome stirred in his sleep his eyelids still shut. Thats when I heard it.

At first I thought I imagining things, but I was wrong. A loud crash came from the garage. My head snapped up from his face to the white framed door. Shivers danced up and down my spine as I layed Jerome on the couch. "...Esha?" he whispered. I brought my fingers to my lips shushing him.

He nodded and pointed to the door "monster." He gently grabbed my hand as he shook his head, pleading for me not to go. It felt like I just swallowed an egg as I grabbed the fire poker. "Candace is in there with the monster." he whispered to me once more. Thats when my paranoia kicked in. He's too young to be playing sick and twisted pranks. "stay quite Jerome!"I snapped, creeping up to the door. I reached my hand over to the light switch and turned it on, to see a mortifying scene.

        A boy my age, with shady brown hair, was leaning over my twelve year old sister, let me correct myself, my dead twelve year old sister. Blood was gushing from her neck and arms. His blank eyes met mine,  gleaming up to me as he smiled, revealing his god awful bloody fangs. You have to be shitting me. Never in my life, I would ever expect to see a real life VAMPIRE.  I stumbled back and let a small shriek escape from my mouth.

"Esha?" Jerome tugged on my shirt from behind, trying to peek into the room. The boy snapped his head up and smelled the air. His purple T-shirt was caked in blood. His eyes light up and flew open as he picked up Jeromes scent. Dropping Candace, he charged in my direction. "JEROME! Go next door!" I screamed at him, pushing him towards the entrance to the hallway. Our neighbors Frank and Paula would take care of him until I could meet up with him. Well, If I did. He nodded and ran out the door. He had a chance, and I wasn't going to let this thing take another one of my siblings away.

        I slammed my fist into the side of the boys mouth. I wasn't afraid of him. "Esha.." the boy cooed, he rubbed his palm against the skin where I punched him. "Ow. You can pack a punch." His red lips curving into a smile. I forced the fire poker towards his chest "h-how do you.. know my name?" I tried my best to swallow my fear like it was nothing, I just needed to distract him long enough. He chuckled, revealing his fangs once more "For one sweetheart, your little brother just said it. And for two, I know a lot about you. You used to know me too Esha"

His eyes narrowed to the fire poker at his chest. "Even more daring than I remembered." I grunted, digging it into his skin a bit. "What do you want?" my voice cracked... I didn't know why he had a damn smirk on his face, I was tempted to whipe it right off. His eyes seem to sadden. "You really don't have your memory, do you?" his hand caressed my face, leaving me to tremble while goosebumps formed against my arms. He had a beautiful face feature. His jaw was firm, his face complexture was more round, like his brown eyes. I'm sure if he was actually human, and if he went to my school, the girls would be crawling over his bad boy persona. I snapped back into reality and slapped his hand away.

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