The whole band was having a night in. It has been too long since the last time they all hung out without worrying about tour.
Avi, Kevin, and Kirstie were eating popcorn while Mitch and I were drinking our blood.
"Scott?" Mitch whispered.
"Yeah?" I replied absentmindedly, looking at the TV.
"Why does this blood taste different?" Mitch asked.
"Well, its- WAIT, WHAT?!" I realized. All attention was on them now.
I took Mitch's bottle and took a swig.
"Oh, fuck... Mitch how long have you been drinking from this bottle?" I stood up and went to my bedroom.
"Um... I don't know, like two days?" Mitch shrugged.
I put on some different clothes using my speed and ran back out to the living room.
"Oh no. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." I looked to the rest of the guys. "I'll be right back, go into the bedroom, I'll be right back."
Mitch looked absolutely confused. "What's happening?" Suddenly his eyes turned red.
My eyes went wide. "Run. Guys, RUN!"
Mitch ran to me when they had gone into the bedroom. I noticed he had his fangs out.
"Let me taste them!" Mitch pouted.
"No." I said calmly.
"Please! They smell delicious." Mitch insisted.
"I said no!" I growled in my vampire voice.
Apparently I scared Mitch because he stopped after that.
I used my super speed while I could and came back with the right blood in a few seconds.
Mitch snatched it from my hands and drank.
He sighed. "That was horrible."
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A/N: sorry for the short chappy. This story will have 10 chapters. Really really short. Just wanted to tell you that I MIGHT have my phone taken away until December, and the secret project MIGHT have to wait. Meanwhile, you MIGHT want to read my other stories, Rivals and my One Shot book! I love you guys!! ;*
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FanfictionScott is a vampire in the 21st century. While it may be easy for others, he's a celebrity, and he wouldn't go unnoticed. Getting blood is easy, until one day he doesn't get it.
