The Good Vampire

Hey, my name is Zane, I live in a town called Jacksonville. There have been stories, claims, and rumors going around the town. Things that terrify the human race. It's said that there are blood-sucking demons around. Those blood-sucking demons would be called vampires. And I'm one of them!! And it all started when my family came to town.

Let's start from the beginning, before the one vampire came to town, about three weeks.

I was on my way from school when I heard swoosh over my head. I then heard a thumping noise as something hit the ground next to me. It was a hammer.

"A hammer!!" I said looking around in the direction the hammer came from. I then feel someone's arm reach around my neck and squeeze putting me in a headlock. I struggled to get free from my capture but failed and gave up. Then the person let go and I fell to the ground coughing while slowly crawling away.

"Hey, little bro," said a familiar voice.

"What the hell, Zack!" I said.

"What? Can't I mess with my little bro?" said Zack.

"What I meant was why are you here? I thought you weren't going to be here for another three weeks!" I said.

"Well, I had a change of plans." said my brother, "I heard that there was fresh blood to take from the unsuspecting victims here. So, why are you here?"

"I do not have to tell you!" I told him, "besides, I don't want to talk to you."

"Aren't you talking to me right now?" asked Zack.

"Shut up!" I yelled.

Luckily there was no one nearby or else they would have not lived long. I look back at Zack.

"I do not want to accept my blood. I will not accept the fact that I am a vampire." I muttered.

"Let me guess, you are being a pussy because you are a vampire. You were born a vampire, Zane. You have to acknowledge it. It is in your blood, literally and figuratively." said Zack, he was looking at me with a stern look.

"When did you get so smart?" I asked.

"I am not that dumb, brother," Zack said.

"Well that funny since the last time I checked you had a brain the size of a blueberry," I said

"Yeah yeah yeah whatever, imma go get a snack so I'll talk to you later," Zack says then zooms off.

*god, I hate him! I hate vampires, I hate being one, I hate my life!!* I scream in my head.

"Well, there's no point standing around I've got to get home before my parents get home" I whisper to myself as I turn around and start walking. Yeah my parents are strict about curfews and don't like me coming home after dark for apparently "safety reasons"

I finally get home two minutes late and as soon as I get through the door, I am looking face to face with my mom. She's quite tall, around 6,4, Brown hair. But the thing that always scares me, her eyes are usually blue when calm, but a slight glowing blood red color when pissed, and she seems to be pissed right now!!

"You're late, young man!" exclaimed mother.

"I know, I know. But's it's just two minutes," I reassured her.

"No, no, no. Late is late. Now go to your room. You need the rest."

I watched as mom's eyes turned back to blue. She had already lost a child. My Younger brother, Henry to humans. She didn't need to lose another. I walked up the stairs. When I got to the top, I noticed that Zack's door was still closed.

Odd. He's supposed to be here, mom and I don't see him very often so when he has holiday days available, he uses them to visit us. I thought to myself.

He's training under Master Tarkick, the master of all Vampires. To me, he's just another douchebag ruler to us pawns in his little of cat and mouse. To make it worse, he's my father...

Hello, the author here. This was not my original story as I adopted it from kamgearz. I was his associate on this story but he discontinued it and allowed me to continue the story. Hope you enjoyed!