Turning

Chapter One

Sorry this is short!

A box dropped at my feet, the contents clattering on impact and a wave of dust swirling around it. I coughed and hissed slightly, ignoring the laughter coming from the idiot in front of me.

"What the hell was that for?!" I groaned. "You know, I'm still half asleep!"

"Please!" Harry scoffed. "I think we all know you don't sleep". I rolled my eyes in response and attempted to turn away from him, only to have him jump in my line of vision again.

"What do you want?" I sighed heavily. He grinned happily now that I'd acknowledged him. Harry was my best friend, a human guard at the castle I lived in, who didn't mind the fact that everyone here was a female vampire. Well, except me. I was a male, obviously. My job was to watch over the young vampires for a month after they were created, and make sure everything was going smoothly, before taking them to the other castle across town where the males were created and housed.

"Oh, lighten up, Louis!" He said, a little too happily to be sane. Then again, he was completely fine living with vampires. "You can't always be sad and depressing for your entire life!"

"Yes I can," I snapped right back. He sighed and picked up the dusty cardboard box again.

"When are you going to castle two?" He asked, wiping that stupid grin off his face, taking the dimples along with it.

"Hopefully in the morning," I shrugged. "If the last transfer goes well tonight."

"I hope it does," the grin came back, lighting up his green eyes. "Then you'll be out of my hair for a day!"

"I don't even talk to you that much!" I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Don't you have something to guard?!"

"Well, yeah, they're bringing in another girl in about an hour and your mother wanted this... I don't know, box," he shook the box in his hands, the metal contents jingling and clinking together. He grinned happily, pressed a sloppy kiss to my cheek, and skipped away. The only reason he kisses my cheek, is because he knows I hate it with a passion. Especially when I wipe my cheek and find spit on it.

"Little shit..." I grumbled, dragging my sweatshirt sleeve across my cheek in disgust. Not that I didn't want a kiss, oh no, I was a flaming homosexual. I just didn't want his kiss. That would just be weird.

"Sir," one of the young vampires came up to me, her voice monotone and her red eyes dead. "You're needed in the transfer room." Her pale skin looked like it hadn't seen the light in years, when in reality it was only weeks, and her pale lips were sealed tightly. She wore only a thin cotton dress, which just touched her feet and palms, and accented her black hair nicely. I nodded and began the walk to the transfer room.

When I got there, I noticed a young girl, the average turning age- between 17 and 20- being shoved down the corridor towards me. Her hair was bright red, and her eyes dark green, nearly black. I opened the door for her and one of the guards- thankfully not Harry- and allowed them to shove her inside. She looked tired, the bags under her eyes extremely noticeable. She was shoved into a chair, which I stood next to.

"Now, Melinda," the older woman slunk into the room, her curly black hair as poofy as ever, contrasting against her pale skin and lips. She wore a complex dark purple dress that pooled at her feet. "This will be your last transfer. Aren't you excited?"

"Y-yes, mother," Melinda, the redhead nodded shakily.

Mother tipped her head back and looked over her neck, trying to build the fear that would make all her blood go to her head. Her face became redder, and mother took the chance to bite her neck. Melinda screamed in pain and tried to jerk away, only to be caught by the straps on the chair.