The Chronicles of a Teenage Vampire (Book One): Michelangelo, Teenage Vampire

How I Met Your Friend

After eating a few slices of pizzas, the four decided they would talk about where the boys came from and how they met.

    "So... you're a pure Mexican, huh?" Margret asked Carlos.

    "Yep! Born and raised in Mexico!" Carlos said proudly as he brushed his hair back with his hand.

    "And you're from Transylvania, right?" Jennifer asked Michelangelo.

    "Yep! Like Carlos said, I was born and raised in Transylvania; But only for a little while. I later was raised in Mexico then, I went back to Transylvania, moved here and was raised the rest of my undead years in America!" Michael explained.

    "Wait!" Jennifer exclaimed. "How does a Mexican werewolf..."

    "Meet a Transylvanian vampire?" Margret finished Jennifer's question.

    Michael and Carlos looked at each other and smiled like cheshire cats.

    "You ready to tell them how we met?" Carlos asked Michael.

    "Sure!" Michael said to Carlos. They both turned back to the girls. "Listen and listen well, girls! And you'll hear a great story!"

    The girls moved from their chairs beside the boys and moved to the chairs in front of the boys.

    "Well..." Michael said as a flashback rolled in. "I had a fight with my uncle one night in Transylvania to leave and go to America. I ran away..."

    In the flashback, Michael as a little boy was looking outside his window in his room. Then, the little Michael strained and turned into a perfect bat and flew out for America.

    "I remember trying to fly to America over the sea... that is, until a storm came."

    The little bat was taken by a huge hurricane and comes up one day on the shores of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. The bat hid in a barrel in the city until night.

    Michael as a bat finally came out of his barrel at night. He flew out of his barrel at night. He flew low into the night wondering where he was. He was so fascinated by everything that he wasn't looking ahead of him and bumped into a young Mexican boy's face.

    "Ugh! Stupid bat!" The boy growled and tried to grab the bat. "I'll kill you!"

    Michael flew away from the boy and kept turning corners to shake him off but the boy was still behind him! Unknowingly, Michael turned down a dead end alley with the boy right on his tail.

    "I've got you now, bat!" The boy exclaimed. As the boy walked closer to the bat, he grew claws and animal fangs with a few bits of hair growing in his face.

    'A werewolf?!' Michael exclaimed in thought. 'It had to be a werewolf!'

    Michael stopped floating and went down on the floor. A dust of wind, fog, and a mini tornado came around him. When everything cleared, Michael was cowering in his normal form.

    "Please! Please, don't hurt me!" He begged.

    "Hey! You're a kid like me!" The Mexican boy said. "Plus, you're a vampire while I'm a werewolf. I ought to hurt you!"

    "Please," Michael pleaded again. "I just ran away! I don't know where I am! Please, just let me live!"

    "Ran away?" The boy quietly asked. "I've done that before. You're in Puerto Vallarta."

    "What?" Michael asked.

    "Puerto Vallarta... that's where you are now. Puerto Vallarta, Mexico." The boy explained.

    "Puerto Vallarta, Mexico?! Aw, man!" Michael whined. "That stupid storm must have knocked me here!"

    The boy walked up and helped Michael up with a sincere smile.

    "I'm Carlos Sanchez." The boy said as he extended out his hand to shake Michael's hand.

    "I'm Michelangelo Von Stein." Michael said as he shook Carlos' hand in friendship.

    "Wow! That's an ancient name! But most vampires have those kinds of names." Carlos said. "So where are you from, Michelangelo?"

    "You can call me Michael, Carlos." Michelangelo said.

    "Okay. So where are you from, Michael?" Carlos asked with putting emphasis on "Michael."

    "Transylvania," Michael answered.

    "Transylvania?!" Carlos exclaimed in shock. "Wow! That must've been some storm to send you all the way here!"

    "Yeah," Michael said sadly with his head down.

    "So, why'd you run away?" Carlos asked.

    "I've had a fight with my grandpa." Michael said sadly. "I wanted to go to America. I wanted to move there, to see how it is! But my granddad says I'm not old enough! I'm eighty-eight years old. I'm old enough to go anywhere I please!"

    "You're eighty-eight?" Carlos asked. "I just turned eighty-eight!"

    "Wow! We're the same age!" Michael exclaimed.

    "Yeah! And we come from the same problem." Carlos said and put his hand on Michael's shoulder. "Listen, I've ran away before and I know how scary it is to be away from home. If you need a place to stay, I'm here for you and you can stay with me."

    Michael looked down at the ground and thought hard on Carlos' offer.

    "Well I guess I'll see you later, Michael." Carlos said. He then walked away and headed for home.

    Before Carlos could go away very far, Michael used his vampire speed and caught up with Carlos.

    "I'll stay with you." Michael said to Carlos.

    "Great!" Carlos exclaimed in joy. "You're welcome in my house anytime, bro! Just make sure you are careful with pointing out the obvious werewolf stuff in my house."

    'Out of the frying pan and into the fire.' Michael thought to himself as he walked with Carlos in the night. 'What have I done?!'