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

Have We Met?

      "And after Mr. Sanchez saying I could stay, I stayed in Puerto Vallarta for about fifteen years." Michelangelo continued telling the story. "My dad later found me and decided that I was finally old enough to stay in America."

"But the downfall of that was his crazy grandpa went with Michael to America while his dad stayed in Transylvania to get over his wife's death." Carlos finished the story.

"Oh, wow!" Jennifer said. "That's some story!"

"Yeah, but what I don't get is exactly why you're really here now, Carlos." Margret said.

"That's the news I have to tell you guys." Carlos said. He then stood up from his chair. "I'm not here for the weekend... I'm here for the rest of my days!"

Everyone cheered at the great news Carlos delivered. The girls hugged Carlos on both of his sides and then gave him a kiss on his cheeks.

"That's great, man! But how?" Michael asked Carlos.

"My mom and dad were remembering when you came to us and later went to America." Carlos began explaining. "They wanted me, Diego, and Alysia to have a taste of America. So... dad found a house here and decided we stay here but never forgot our culture."

"That's great!" Michael said. Everyone cheered on for Carlos' stay in America and then sat down.

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Jennifer was talking to Michelangelo at Pizza Hut a few hours later and noticed Carlos sniffing her.

"Uh... can I help you with something?" She asked Carlos.

"You smell so familiar..." Carlos pointed out.

       The girls confusingly stared at Carlos with Michael glaring at Carlos.

"No, I mean that you like I've met you already." Carlos then turned to Michael. "Doesn't she seem familiar to you? Like you've already met her?"

"Well, she always has, but I couldn't put my fangs on it!" Michael admitted.

"Okay, you guys are starting to sound nuts!" Jennifer exclaimed.

"Well, we're not!" Michael said. "I remember when we were one hundred and nine years old and Carlos came to America for the weekend, we loved to scare humans at night. But one night, we made a little girl cry. We apologized and the girl seemed very impressed that we were really a werewolf and vampire in town."

"Yeah! I remember her!" Carlos exclaimed. "I was a real jerk to that girl! If I saw that girl tonight, I would really apologize to her!"

Jennifer's eyes started to tear up and let one tear fall down her cheek. She then looked at Michael and Carlos.

"Jen, what's wrong?" Michael asked.

"Yeah. You're almost crying like that little girl!" Carlos added.

"Carlos, you might want to apologize right now." Jennifer said.

"Why?" Carlos asked.

"Let me ask you this question, boys," Jennifer said. "Was the little girl wearing a green and white dress with a long sleeved white shirt under it?"

"Yeah!" Michael remembered the girl in his mind. "A very cute little girl with pretty blonde hair. How did you know?"

"I know because I was that little girl you scared." Jennifer said. "I was seven years old then."

"What?!" Michael and Carlos exclaimed in shock.