Brooklyn Black

Chapter 1 - "I'd be lying if I said I'd never killed anyone here."

Just a disclaimer. I DO NOT PROMOTE SELF HARM IN ANYWAY.

Carry on.

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The doctors are always giving away pills. Pills for everything, back pain, head aches. And anti-depression pills, but you know what sucks? Anti-depression pills don't work on vampires.

"Stupid," I mutter, throwing the pills in the trash. I have been depressed for 189 years, today. You know, because it's still my birthday. And none of the pills they give me ever work. So being 365 years old and depressed must be lonely right? Wrong, the thing is I'm not alone.

I pull on my helmet and hop on my motorbike, adjust my feet and speed off down the highway. A few minutes down the road I turn off onto an abandoned street. There I arrive at my house. Well mansion, it's my parents but they live in England still, me and my brother moved to America where our parents met for a change of scenery. Anyway, the mansion is huge, a large deck with black pillars supporting the deck above it. A big wooden door and large windows, a garage for 12 cars and a 25 metre lane pool with 7 lanes. I mean you get it right? It's big.

We, being me and my older brother Thomas, call the house, Murder Manor. But thats just a joke because you know we're vampires. Although I'd be lying if I said I'd never killed anyone here before.

I park my bike in the garage and strut inside to find my brother nailing some whore in the kitchen. Glamorous, as always.

"Hey sis," He breathes heavily.

"Sup, slut fucker," I retort and walk to my room. To say what just happened is a rare occurrence would be the biggest lie. 

I walk into my closet and change into some black skinny jeans and a 'Pulp Fiction' shirt 2 sizes to big for me, I tie my long wavy black hair into a tight pony tail. I grab some sneakers from my closet and walk back to the kitchen.

"I see the whores gone," I say as I spot Thomas heating some blood in the microwave, wearing only sweatpants. 

"Yup," He speaks slowly popping the 'p'.

"You know, you should come hunting with me, fresh blood is so much nicer than old warmed blood," I say tying my shoe laces.

"Whatever sis, this is just fine for me," He says turning to face me, smirking. I roll my eyes. 

"See you later then yeah?" I ask walking to the front door.

"Most likely," 

I close the door behind me and turn to face the forest, just through there is a small town, thats where I usually feed. I take off using my vampire speed. 

Being a vampire, you hear many stories about my kind. That we can be killed by a wooden stake to the heart, being burned alive or our hearts getting ripped out. But the truth is, the only way we can die is of a broken heart. And trust me I've tried falling in love. But it's harder than it looks because, you can try to love people, but as a vampire you can only love your soul-mate. And I swear, I don't have one.

I realise I have arrived at the small town. There is a weird feeling in my gut, but I ignore it and scope out my target. I spot a woman carrying a basket of bread, her blood smells sweet, like apples. I move to the alley way she is about to walk past and start crying. Trust me this always works, I know, from well experience of course. 

"Oh my, are you okay dear?" She asks, gently placing her basket on the ground. I look up and shake my head 'no'.

"Do you need anything?" She asks politely, I nod my head 'yes'.

"What do you need?" she asks agains, pushing a strand of hair behind my head. I look into her eyes and compel her to be quiet, and think everything is okay, she is safe. I push the hair away from her neck and breathe in the sweet smell of her blood. I extend my fangs and plunge them into her neck. The hot blood flows into my mouth and my eyes roll back in my head. Her blood is delicious. I drain her in a few short minutes. Feeling satisfied I prepare to bury her body in the woods, but I hear angry footsteps coming my way. 

"What do, you think you're doing?" The stranger asks sounding irritated, clearly a male by the depth of his voice. I can't hear a heart beat coming from him. Vampire. 

"Feeding, what are, you doing?" I retort pointing my finger at his tall shadow. He steps forward into the moonlight. I can't help it, my jaw drops.

"I came for my meal, but guess what, some smart-ass vampire already got her. I have been seasoning her for weeks," He growls. my mouth clamps shut. I observe him, he has short shaggy black hair, emerald green eyes, with what looks like golden flecks, and he looks about 6'6 ot 6'5, anyway he is tall.

"Yeah, well I'm sorry, should've gotten here quicker. Anyway I've never seen you around here," I say dismissing his clear irritation with me beating him to his evening snack. 

"I could say the same for you, and now you owe me," He speaks with a brooding confidence. 

"Brooklyn," I say extending my hand smiling, "Brooklyn Black," 

"Colton," He says roughly shaking my hand, "Colton Grayson," Cute name, I think to myself.

"Well, Colton, it was nice meeting you, I might see you around," I smile.

"Yeah, maybe," He says, turning and disappearing out of the alley way. And he took the corpse with him, what a gentleman. Hah kidding he was hot, but completely out of my league. 

I arrive home shortly, to find Thomas has passed out on the couch. I go to my room to cry myself to sleep thinking about how, I will never, ever get to die. Because, I'm never going to fall in love, so therefore my heart shall never be broken. But my soul will always be damaged.

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Chapter 1. 

Was it good. I think it was average.