Leading up to now

Chapter One- Lucas

Being a vampire sucks. I know I know, it's cheesy, but it's true. I hate being 156. I hate having to live off blood. I hate having no rules. That sounds stupid but once you get out of the whole 'Agh freaking hell I'm a freaking vampire!' phase it's lonely, boring and pointless.

  The most exciting thing I've done in the last century is beat the Queen at chess. And even then I was too depressed to enjoy it. I live in Noosedale, a stretch of fields in the middle of nowhere, with nothing in it but a few shops, a primary and high school, and a church that noone goes to. Houses are dotted everywhere, but I don't live in those- oh no- I live in a mansion, on a cliff, with my stupid brother Vikrum and his gilfriend Janesse. I used to look up to him when I was human, as if he thought me a friend. But then he turned me into a vampire and everything turned, well, sucky. But forget that. Here’s now. 

“Lucas, I don’t care if you don’t want to, but we need blood to LIVE! You hear me? LIVE. You like living, I like living- pretty much any sane person likes living, so just drink it, kay?” Vikrum moaned on and on, holding out the cup of sticky red liquid.

“Ah, yes, but you see, we aren’t alive! So therefore, I can not drink blood as much as I like!” I attempted, but I was abruptly interrupted by Janesse, who was sipping another cup of it as if it was a smoothie or something.

“Do as he says Lucas, or I’ll have a good reason to banish you from this household!”

“Ugh. Fine.” I said, snatching the cup and downing it’s contents. Not good. Not good at all. I felt my eyes flash red.

“Lucas. Go to your room.” He said wearily, and I obeyed. I was tired anyway, and I was sick of fighting.

So up I went to my room/palace. I know I sound ungrateful but it's all very... flamboyant. Like something out of the 80s. The walls are neon green to match the carpets, and all the furniture is, well, circular. Kinda gross. But I guess I could expect nothing less if Janesse designed it. She's an 80s girl, and thats why Vikrum fel in love with her. Love, blood-lust. Whatever. And he goes and turns her into a vamp. Into a monster. That was after me of course, so in many way's I am older than her. But yet she still thinks she's my mum or something. She's not. My mother is dead as the possum Barty brought in last night. Barty is my cat. Cat slash mainiac. He kills stuff all the time: Possums, rats, dogs, socks. I swear he'd kill me if I wasn't faster than a speeding bullet. But I had better things to think about than my mother and cat. I walked to the large glass orb in teh centre- the only thing not made of nylon- and said in a hushed voice,

"Show me what is to come,

For I can wait no more.

Give me the tarnished key,

So I can open the future's door."

The orb fogged up, and then cleared. In it I saw a girl. But not just any girl. She was... She was... A blonde for starters. I watched what she was doing in the sphere, and what she did confused me. She got out of a wrecked car, and just walked. Walked on and on. But something was wrong. Her blue eyes were full of tears. I spun the orb in it's metal plinth, and the image changed. But no. It couldn't be. No. I left the orb and collapsed on my bed, trying to block out what I had just seen. 

I haven't cried in over a century. And a half. But that night I cried my eyes out. I had no idea why because, well, there was no why, I just did. Vampire tears are white, did you know? Mother of pearl. And they evaporate quicker than alcohol. 2ml of vampire tears can turn a ton of iron to gold. Another reason why being a vampire sucks.