Chapter 1

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by nichole2018

by nichole2018

I didn't tell him that I figured it out. In all honesty though, how long does he think he might be able to keep it from me. We are best friends. When we were younger we used to obsess about the vampyres in our town. They were always so cool and mysterious.

Tonight was the night my suspicions were confirmed. My mother and I are driving back to the house when she slammed on her brakes. James was standing in front of our van with fangs hanging out right in the open. He hissed at us about to attack. But then his eye landed on me and he froze. I turned to my mom, "Why did you slam on the breaks?" I asked.

"What do you mean why? Don't you see the thing standing in front of our vehicle? That that VAMPYRE?" she questioned.

"Mom, what the hell are you talking about? Nothing is in front of our vehicle," I said while turning back to the road.

Looking out James was gone, but my suspicions were confirmed. James had changed alright. Now to find out if it was for the better.

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The following day at school I made it my mission to seek him out and get answers. I found him by the lockers with some of his football buddies. I walked up to him and punched him in the arm as hard as I could.

"What was that for, munchkin?" he asked while holding his arm.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from his buddies and into an empty classroom. I slam the door behind me and turn to face him with a glare. He finally has the decently to really look at me and his eyes widen with shock.

"That punch, was for walking right in front of our van last night. Did you think I wouldn't find out about you being a vampyre? I am your best friend! Not one of your little football buddies that only talk about girls and throwing a ball around! I've known you since . Why in middle school, why the hell didn't you fricking tell me?" I questioned.

"I didn't want to scare you," he says while starting to look sheepfull and embarressed. He rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

"OR is it becuase I am just a little stupid human to you now? Did you think I would tell everyone? I am your best friend! At least, I thought I was," I look at him with sad eyes and back away towards the door waiting for him to defend himself, but he doesn't. I leave him alone in that room and avoid him the rest of the school day. I already miss him by last period, but I have to prove to him that he pissed me off. To top off the icing on the cake, I take the bus home instead of getting into his truck like I normally do.

The bus drops me off at my house and I walk inside. My mom instantly grabs my hand and drags me into the living room where the news its playing with a picture of James on the screen.

"I have bad news about a teenager in our neighborhood this afternoon. 15 year old, James Stark, was killed in a brutal car accident on his way home from school. They are telling me, his closed casket funeral will be at the Robinson Funeral Home Wednesday, October 15. Stay tuned for more information. Now back to you Jim," says the lady reporter with tears in her eyes.

I run up the stairs to my room crying. I slam the door and throw myself onto the bed, wishing that it was just a nightmare and tomorrow I will walk into school with James laughing in the hallway. As I cry myself to sleep, realizing, I should of been there with him. I should be with James. Dead. What never crosses my mind, though, is the fact that the only way to actually kill James, would be a stake to the heart or decapitation...