Razor (Vampire Fiction)

4: 'Kneel'

Kris' POV:

Lying in bed that night, I knew that eating in Alex's room had been a mistake. I planned on shutting him out, and now, that isn't possible. I sighed, shakily. I was scared. I was scared that he wouldn't keep his side of the deal and that he would tell everyone that I was a vampire. It scared me because, if a human finds out that you are a vampire, they are sworn to secrecy. If they tell other people, you must kill everyone who knows. I really didn't want to do that. I'd only ever killed one person and that was a little boy I was feeding from. I accidentally drained him. Now, I don't feed from people. I just stick to raw meat and blood bags. Mostly, raw meats. It's rare when I ever get the chance to feed from a blood bag. Like, extremely rare. Like...once a year rare. So, it puzzled me that my uncle had even gotten me one. I questioned where he'd gotten it from...My uncle wasn't a vampire. He was a fully blooded human. My father was changed into a vampire. His neighbor back in '83 was a vampire and he found out. Because he seemed to be a decent person, he had a choice to either die or be a vampire for all eternity. He chose to be a vampire, but he suffers miserably. He isn't like other vampires. He seriously can't be out in the sunlight for more than three hours or he will surely die. He has to wear extreme sunscreen and even that doesn't really help much. He has to feed from dead animals and nothing else. He can't retract his fangs like everyone else. So, it's harder for him to hide who he is. His fangs are also a lot longer so it causes him slight pain to close his mouth in public. At home, he just let's his fangs peep out of his mouth. He really goes through hell daily. My mom, however, was born a vampire. Two vampire parents equals one vampire son. I don't have any of my dad's awful traits. I was born as a fully blooded vampire. I can go out into the sun without dying like some cliché 1950s Dracula movie. I can go out for a long time actually. I don't fucking sparkle, either. I just don't get tan and sometimes it makes me really nauseous. I have jet black hair, that I've dyed just a little. I usually wear my hair in a Sonic style that girls seem to love. Whatever. The point is, I am 100% vampire. I actually have a book on the Historia of Dark Heights. Dark Heights is the most obvious name for a vampire residence but it's a thing. Dark Heights really isn't so much of a place anymore, but rather a vampire committee or society. Either or, the Historia of Dark Heights is basically a vampiric rule book that all vampires must memorize by the time they are six years old. My mom would read it to me before bed, on the way to school, etc. Then, I began to read the fancy print myself. I knew the first five rules by heart.

Rule #1: Memorize the Historia of Dark Heights before the vampire is six years of age. Any one failing to do so will be sentenced to death.

Rule #2: Respect those wiser than you in vampirism.

Rule #3: Kill any human who finds out about the vampire's true identity or curse them with a horrible side of vampirism.