Stucky: My Blood Red Heart

1 - Changing

"Nat, come see! I think they're growing in!" James called down the hallway.

"Your fangs?" He heard her yell back.

"Yeah, and the ears a bit too!" He responded, tucking his long hair behind his ear to check.

"Alright, I'm coming," She said. James's sister appeared in the doorway a second later, shoving her marking pen in her pocket . Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her collared shirt wrinkled and coffee stained. 

Despite the bags under her eyes, she managed a smile and said, "Now, lets see." She glanced at his mouth and nodded, grinning wildly now. "Wow, Jamie, such a late bloomer..."

James bared his teeth at the mirror and a vampire growled back.

~annoying vampire in this au explanation time :D~

Vampires can only be born, not made, and the vampire gene is always dominant in reproducing. Even with this fact, the vampire population is very small. Only one person in every 500,000 is a vampire. The defining traits of a vampire are sharp fangs, pointed ears, and sometimes paler skin. These usually start to emerge when they reach 13-15, but can start as early as 5 and as late as 25. Once these traits make themselves known, vampires learn to cover this up and also need to start drinking blood. Vampires age the same as humans until they hit 35, when their aging process slows to about a quarter of a humans. They can eat human food but it will not sustain them as much as blood. Animal and vegetarian blood (shut up, vegetarian vampires exist) works just as well as human. Telling humans about yourself is a big no-no, obviously. 

~annoying explanation over, yay~

"Since you have your fangs, you'll need to start on blood." Natasha stated before disappearing to the kitchen. James followed her to see she was rummaging around in the cabinets. He glanced towards the coffee table, where a pile of unmarked homework lay.

"Uh, shouldn't you be grading shit...?" He asked, biting his nails.

Natasha shook her head, slamming and opening drawers in a hurry. "No, we need to get you started. Bad enough you matured this late, I can't keep you off- Ah ha!" She pulled out a discreet black box and set it ceremoniously on the coffee table. 

"Oh I remember this stuff..." Natasha laughed as she pulled out a blood juice pouch. "God, I forgot I started so early! Cmon, take a look." 

James pulled some out and studied them. Some were marked with colorful pictures of cows or sheep while others were plain red. "This is... disturbing, to say the least."

Natasha scoffed and handed him a squeeze pouch. "Just try it."

James took it carefully and unscrewed the cap. The instant the scent hit his nose, he gagged and covered the top with his hand. "Jesus Christ, what's in these things!?" He had never smelled anything more revolting.

"Its not that bad, just hurry up and chug it." Natasha said, gently removing his hand and  bringing it back up to his mouth. 

"Can we wait 'till tomorrow?" James muttered, placing the pouch back on the table and standing up.

"James, whats wrong?" 

"Nothings wrong, I just had a big dinner."

"We had leftover salad and chicken nuggets. I was there."

James chewed his lip and retreated towards his room. "I just wanna get some sleep, its late."

"Cut the crap, its ten p.m."

"You should get back to work, Nat."

"Jamie, what-"

"Good night!" He closed the door to his room and sat on his bed with a sigh. This is gonna be part of life now, idiot. You have to get used to drinking blood. It wasn't really lying, I am tired. Even though its only ten... 

"At least I'll see my friends tomorrow..." He muttered before drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

(sorry about the short chapter)