Vampire Games

Chapter 2

Prince Demin
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I was so bored and tired, I couldn't even be bothered to sit up, so I just rolled out of bed. Misjudging the distance, I fell half a meter down to the ground on my face."Thankfully, no one saw that," I muttered, until I realised a pair of eyes gazing down at me disdainfully. The figure coughed and I shot up realising the identity of the person in front of me. "Father!" I yelled, standing straight up. Father scanned me disapprovingly. I realised he was joined by some camera crew, recording us in this minute. Embarrassment flooded through me, what the hell did I look like? I turned to face the blank television, my reflection awakened into my horror. A scrawny, drooling boy in pjs stood before me. His hair ruffled in the most indignant way, his pjs dotted with dinosaurs. Though something caught my eye, in my hair. My eyes zoomed into the peculiar object, and noticed... a bug?! I started to do the most ridiculous dance on live tv, in a panic frenzy trying to brush off the bug. "Get it out!" I squealed like a little girl. My father was utterly shocked, while the camera crew was engaged with the drama before them, trying to take the perfect angle. It flew out, rocketing on my television screen. Ew! I clambered over to get it off, accidentally stepping on the remote. The television sprang to life, revealing me in all my glory. That was, nonexistent. I started screaming, crying and having the most worst melt down yet, only that was all in my head. The television displayed a total different story, a shabby little nincompoop in baby pjs. Why me?!
"Moving on!" bellowed father.
"Wait!" butted one of the crew, "we need to tell him the news."
"What news!" I yelled, grabbing every bit of my confidence that was left. Yet I knew, I was still a laughing stock.
Everyone gazed at me in disapproval. In that instant, I knew they had made me vow to shut up. They returned to their talk.
"Moving on!" repeated father, looking irksome. A reporter stepped out from among the crowd and rested her palms on my shoulder. I wanted to yell at her for touching me, gaping my mouth open to speak, I felt eyes rest upon me in a hated way. My mouth closed again, making me look like I was a dumb goldfish.
"Do you know the Vampire Games?!" the reporter hummed.
"Yes." I said in a duh voice.
"Well, you are going to be hosting it."