My Harry's A Vampire

Chapter 12

Now I had a terrible choice. One was to endure pain and turn into a blood sucking demon. And the other was to let Har Bear suck the blood out of me and let me die. Since I saw the Twilight movies, I looked at Harry and said:

"Look Har Bear, I saw the Twilight movies. I saw that bitch K-Stew breathe and heavily breathe for 5 fucking movies. And she got turned into a vampire. And I hate K-Stew, so I want to die, so I don’t have to see K-Stew."

He looked over at me and frowned. He was all like, please turn and shit, but I didn’t want to be K-Stew. So I looked at him and said goodbye. Then all of a sudden the pain went away.

I blacked out and the next thing I remembered was waking up. Harry was staring at me like a stalker and was like

"You are now a vampire."

I looked at him and said

"I wanted to die you fucking faggot! Why wouldn’t you let me?!?"

He looked over and he told me that he couldn’t live with out me.

I was furious and came closer and stared at him.

"I WANTED TO DIE, AND NOW I AM A FUCKING VAMPIRE! I DON’T WANT TO KILL PEOPLE! AND HARRY, AREN’T YOU GAY! ISN’T ONE DIRECTION YOUR BAND NAME BECAUSE WHEN YOU HAVE A 5-WAY, YOU GUYS JUST LIKE TO STAND IN ONE DIRECTION! IM LEAVING YOU FUCK!" I said

He looked at me and put his arms around my body.

"It’s okay." He said "When you first get turned you are angry. It’s just like your periods, so just sit and calm down for a minute."

I listened to him. I sat and after a minute or two, I felt happy. I ran to Harry and hugged him. Then I realized I was hungry, or thirsty, or what ever the fuck you call it.