THIRSTY

Chapter two

Brief mention of suicide. It's nothing big though, just a split-second thought.

It had been a few days since the "creepy vampire guy thing" as Mitch called it, had happened.

Mitch had checked on Izzie in the hospital, and she seemed to be recovering nicely.

Scott was now paranoid about vampires.

"Scott..." Said Mitch, "it's really late. You should probably get to bed..."

Scott had been up for two nights, reading everything there was to know about vampires, and how to ward them off.
"Garlic!" He exclaimed suddenly.

Mitch hit his own forehead in annoyance "how could you have just now figured that out? And besides, I don't think that's true anyway. I doubt most of this is true..."
He gestured to all the crosses, random silver things, and a wooden stake above the door.
"It seems pretty ridiculous Scott. Let's be honest."

Scott shook his head "I have to find out everything there is to know! Did you know that vampires sparkle in the sunlight ?"

"That's from twilight you idiot! I'm positive you can't get any real facts from there!"

Scott shrugged "worth a shot"

Mitch rolled his eyes, and sat next to him.

"Well, if you insist on staying up looking at vampire shit, maybe you can help me?"

"Like how?"

Mitch looked away "maybe how they turn?" He was in constant fear that he would be changed into a vampire ever since the incident.

Scott nodded, and started typing.

They learned, that in most stories, vampires fed off of people's blood, often killing them. But sometimes, they had to do something a bit extra.
They had to turn a human into a vampire.

It was usually by simply feeding the subject blood from a vampire.
Sometimes this meant they had a "connection" or "link" and the entire purpose was to add to an army of sorts.

Sometimes, there was a satanic ritual involving blood drained from virgins, candles made from weird shit, and crazy chants.

Sometimes they just had to get bit.

Mitch hoped that he wasn't going to have to go through any of those. But if he had to be turned, he'd rather just be bitten.

"Hey"
Both Scott's , and Mitch's heads shot up from looking at the computer screen.

The man from a few days ago, was standing there.

"You!"  Mitch spat.

Scott leaped up, ready to pound the guy  into next Tuesday.

The man simply looked at him, and Scott froze, his eyes wide.

Mitch looked back and forth, between each man.

"Scott?" No answer.
The guy chuckled.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?" Mitch screamed.

"Woah woah chill mister. Your fuckboy is fine. He can hear, see, and breathe, he just can't move. Which means, he has to watch helplessly, while I do my thing"
He smirked.

"Who the fuck are you anyway?" Asked Mitch angrily.
He glanced around, looking for his phone, but didn't see it.

The man smirked.

"My name is Richard. Nice to meet you." He stuck out a hand.

Mitch didn't shake it.

"What do you want from me?"