Fangs and Cards

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Disclaimer. I respect the people these two people are with. But I want a story like this. So far I have yet to find one. So here goes nothing. Also any media or videos are not mine unless stated. Also I have some knowledge of wiccan. But not alot. So I am going to do somethings i know aren't definitely not wiccan. And I am sorry in advance if this offends anyone. But it gives plot to my story.  Also common spelling errors. See any comment please.

Jack's POV:

As I was finishing up a video I get an email. Eh I will check it later. Editing the video I look over to my right. Tarot cards. That's right I am wiccan. Probably should do a reading soon. Finishing the video, uploading, then finally looking at my email. Looking at the new mail. I see that I got an invite to PAX. It's on march 20th. Meaning I need to leave 3 days prior. Responding to the message, then getting up to make food. Leaveing my cozy recording room and heading towards the kitchen. I stops. He looks like a deer caught in headlights. Knowing what to do, I closes my eyes. Flashs of pictures flash in my mind. Mark, blood, knife. Once my session is done I  takes out my phone to message mark.

"Hey man are you ok?"

"Yea why?"

"I just had a feeling something happned to you."

"Awe worried!"

"Shut up. Anyways did you get a PAX invite?"

"Yes! Oh speaking of that. You you like to stay at my place so you don't have to pay for a hotel?"

"Sure! I am leaving three days prior to PAX. Hope that is ok?"

"Yea that's fine"

Continuing my venture to get food. I finally makes it to the kitchen.

Mark's POV: Looking at the mess in front of me. I start to clean up. " Man I got to replace this carpet now. Stupid busted blood bag." The blood in the carpet has seeped through and is on the wood. " And bleach it is!" Throwing away the now empty blood bag. Chucking the carpet in the back yard to throw away later.

Heading to the kitchen I zones out.  Grabbing the bleach. But its covered with a safety tab. " Stupid safety tabs! I can't die! I am a bloody vampire for christ sake." Taking the knife from the knife block I stab the tab. A chemical smell is released. Bringing over the bleach. But forgetting to grab a rag. Walks back into the kitchen. Looking at the sink grabs the wash cloth and heads back.

Suddenly a pounding headache hits me. Making me stumble backwards and into the kitchen. Running in to the counter. I stables myself on the counter. My hand on the counter. Then realizing I just stabbed  myself with a knife. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Calming my headache and cleaning up the mess. I wrap up my hand just incase. I walks to my recording studio. I checks my messages on the way there.

"So Sean is comming over. Better lock the mini fridge in my recording room. Can't have him finding out. I will just make sure to open it when he's not around." Walking into the studio. I  heads straight for the mini fridge. Opening it, you can see its lined with blood bags. Some from friends who know. And some donated. Taking a B positive. I  walks over to my chair. Pours the liquid in to a cup. And starts to record a video.

Welcome to my book. I am sorry for the short chapter for I have a life. Also if you see spelling errors please tell me.