Chapter 1: To Kill A Vampire

Warning: Bipolar vampire, uh…nothing else really…it’s probably going to suck cause the ‘main’ character dies at the end…oh, and she’s a friggen retard if she thinks she can take on a vampire while being a lowly mortal.

Summary: When I was younger, my grandpa told me of a vampire…now that my sister’s gone missing, it’s up to me to kill him and get her back. But is there a reason why he took HER, or was it just a need for blood?

Inspired by: Boredom and a vampire fascination.

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I once heard of a legend from my grandpa before he died about a vampire that lurks in the graveyard; after he died, I decided to check the location out and here’s what I found: A dead body and a young man standing over it with a bloody mouth and chin. I quickly left that cemetery and didn’t return for a while…that is until people started going missing.

I finally had enough when my sister went missing, but somehow…I didn’t think she was dead. Why you must ask, because…usually, when a family member I’m close to dies, I sense their presence before they pass onto the other side.

I stayed awake and my parents always kept something sharp around their room, so I snuck in there and found them awake. They gave me glares. “What are you doing?” my dad asked…I think they know perfectly well what I’m doing!

“I’m sick of this you guys, you know perfectly well what I’m doing!” I said stubbornly before searching their room.

My mom was holding a dagger with a worried look; “Is there anything that would stop you from doing this?” she asked.

I gave her a determined look, “Not in a million years,” I said and put my hands on my hips. She nodded and held the dagger out to me. I gave her a surprised look, as did my father who tried arguing.

“Dad, I’m 18; I think I can do this,” I said and nodded before walking towards the door, “Oh, and if I don’t make it, just remember that I don’t wanna get buried,” I said and had a happy look on.

I walked through the dark streets and held the dagger in my hand, a glare on my face. No one and I mean no one takes my sister and lives to tell the tale. (And believe me…she gets kidnapped a lot.)

I walked up to the cemetery gate and closed my eyes with a shuddering breath before walking into it with a resounding creak…I cursed the fricken gate. Picking my way around the tomb stones and being careful not to step on a grave, I made my way to the place where I seen the two people before.

Once there, I didn’t see anyone except shadows and darkness. I froze as I heard a scream; I ran towards it much to my stupidity. Once I got to this big tomb (Surprise, surprise…notice sarcasm much?) and stood at the top of the stairs. Next thing I knew…I was friggen pushed down the stairs and blacked out.

After waking up and promptly vomiting for some odd reason (Maybe it was the stench of rotting bodies?) and looked around while rubbing my sore head, I spotted a familiar mess of black hair with blond streaks hanging over by a wall. I jumped up and covered my nose to stop the smell and quickly wobbled my way over. “Oh shit…Renee!” I shook her, when that didn’t work, I slapped her.

Of course…she just glared at me (In a situation like this…yes) and tried hitting me back. I wiped my forehead in relief. “Renee…who did this to you?” I asked, trying to find the dagger on me. (How I wouldn’t get stabbed by myself is a very good question)

She rolled her eyes, looking down at her mouth. She was bound and gagged on the wall…how convenient. I let her mouth go, “Behind you tard!” she hissed. I turned around and seen that very same guy standing over me.

“Er…awkward,” I said before he tried swiping me with his nails. I ducked quickly but I think he cut some of my hair off. I felt my head and looked horrified; he cut off more than half my hair! I glared at him, “You friggen tard, it took me YEARS to grow my hair!” I yelled and tried hitting him.

He caught my wrist and snapped it. I hissed and growled at him, “C’mon, you’re a friggen vampire and I’m a friggen human…how is that fair?” I said and gave him an annoyed look.

“Why are you here?” he questioned, blood red eyes staring deeply back into my dark ones.

I just glared at him, “Well ya see, no one takes my family,” I said scarily before nodding to Renee, “And she’s my sister,” I said.

He let go and walked towards Renee, I glared at him and held my now swollen and broken wrist. Tracing his finger down her cheek while smirking at me just made me snarl at him. “Fuckin do that again and I’ll fuckin murder you with my fuckin hands!” I yelled. Renee just closed her eyes with an annoyed look.

“Jay…he’s a friggen vampire, I’ve tried getting away but he evaded everything I did, now…just leave him be or you’ll get killed,” she said tiredly.

I glared and walked towards the two, “Listen here ya lil brat, I’m going to friggen get you outta here no matter what you say, now shut up or I’ll friggen hit you,” I snapped.

“You, girl…what is your name?” the vampire asked, circling my sister and I.

I glared at him, “Jade, now…what will it take to get you to let my sister go man?” I asked, crossing my arms and standing in front of her.

He looked me over and frowned, “Stay with me, I will let her go,” he said, smirking.

Renee’s eyes widened and I just stared at him for a second. “You’re weird,” I stated. Renee kicked me from behind and I glared at her slightly.

“Why am I weird?” he asked, glaring at me.

I just shrugged, “Well…the fact that you would rather keep me here than my sister is kinda weird,” I said and gave him an innocent smile.

He smirked, “Stay and I’ll let her go,” he stated. (He’s so weird…weirdo guy…weird…weirdo!)

“Eh, fine…but Reno, you better tell them I hit him at least once!” I said and crossed my arms with a glare.

He threw the dagger at me (That’s where it was?!) and smirked, “Untie her yourself, then she may leave,” he said.

I sighed but did what I was told, “How troublesome man,” I muttered, cutting the binds on her wrists. She fell off the wall none to gracefully and glared up at me.

“You don’t have to do this Jay…” she said.

I waved her off with a yawn. “Don’t worry dude, you know how emo I am…I can handle dying by this fuck-tard,” I said and grinned.

She tried not smiling since the situation wasn’t the best time but failed and slapped my arm. (Eh…that’s her way of hugging me…) I slapped her over the head and she glared at the vampire.

“Leave now before I change my mind,” he said and glared down at her. She just glared at him before starting to walk up the stairs. He smirked, grabbed the dagger and threw it at her.

It hit its target, right in middle of her chest. My eyes widened and I ran over, she fell onto the stairs and I held her up, “C’mon…you can’t die, he promised, C’MON!” I yelled and shook her, her eyes slowly drifted closed and I glared at him.

“You. Promised. You. Fucker.” I growled slowly and had a dangerous look.

He smirked, “I’m a vampire, you shouldn’t trust everything you hear from vampires,” he stated.

Her blood stained my hands…now his will too…although…do they even have blood? I have no idea so if they don’t…it’d be VERY awkward for me to think that, wouldn’t it? I stood up and slowly took the dagger from my sister’s back, closing my eyes and biting my lip, I turned to him.

“You promised,” I said again.

“I’ve already said, ‘Don’t trust everything you hear’,” he said.

“You promised,” I whispered.

“I’m not repeating it,”

“Promised…”

He sighed.

“YOU FUCKING PROMISED YA FUCKING RETARDED VAMPIRE!” I yelled, running towards him with the dagger raised.

He just side-stepped and flicked his wrist down, in a blur…the dagger was embedded into my stomach. I stopped, my eyes wild with shock and anger, still holding the dagger.

I slowly fell to my knees and looked up at him, “Tricky fucker,” I said with an approving look before looking down at the dagger with interest. “So…this is how it is to die?” I asked, looking up at him with a few tears leaking out.

He stared down at me with emotionless eyes, “If you mean immense pain and anger, then yes,” he said.

I gave him a bloody smirk and spoke, “You know, I pity you,” I said.

His eyes turned a darker crimson, “Don’t pity me!” he snarled with his fangs bared.

I shook my head, “Living a life full of hate, never experiencing love or happiness…how unfortunate for such a powerful...and hot being,” I said, fueling his anger. He slapped me and I smirked, “How sad…at least if I die…I have people around…although if you and I die, then we’re both probably going to hell…I mean, I have killed for my sisters before,” I said and turned my head to the side with a thoughtful look. “You on the other hand…you’ll have no one,” I sighed and coughed up some blood.

“Stop talking you wench!” he snarled. I smirked and spit some blood at his feet.

“Nah, it’s too much fun goading you like this,” I said with a satisfactory smirk when he slapped me again…too much fun.

“This is weird…usually…when someone’s stabbed in the movies, they die within seconds,” I said, more to myself than him but eh.

He closed his eyes in annoyance…I think my cheeks are swollen now too! Damn…how the hell am I still alive? After like…10 minutes?

“You know?” I said, staring at his shoes.

He raised an eyebrow, “What?”

I spit more blood out and gave him a forced grin, “Since you killed my sister…I’ll fuckin return the favor!” I ripped the dagger out of myself and stabbed his foot. He leaned down and I stabbed beside his heart. “How you didn’t see that…I’ll never know,” I said and tsk’d.

He chuckled, “You know the reason why I took your sister?” he questioned.

I raised an eyebrow at him, “Why?”

He traced a finger down my jaw and licked the blood from it, “Ever since that day I saw you, I started watching you,” he coughed, “I started watching you until I wanted to meet you,” his face started to dry up.

I smirked, “You fool,” I said and shook my head. “Why would you want to meet me if you knew I’d try to kill you?” I asked.

“Because I see you with your sisters... caring for them in an odd way.” He had to hold himself up while stare into my eyes. “I wanted to see why you act like you don’t care and yet you do at the same time,”

I scoffed, “Cause, if I were to show any emotion, my enemies would take advantage of it,” I said while licking my blood, he raised his eyebrow.

“Like myself?” he questioned no longer able to hold him self up with one hand. I chuckled dryly… why hasn’t either of us died yet? Weird…

“Yeah,” I leaned forward and grinned.

“Since we’re both spilling our guts here; your sister isn’t dead,” he just gave me a weak smile.

My eye twitched. “Yeah…it’s only near death,” he added, waiting to be hit…good thing I friggen lost too much blood…or he’d be friggen dead in a matter of seconds!

I glared at him, “So…we’re dying and it’s for fucking nothing?!” I snarled. I friggen see a light! (Ok…not really, but I’m being dramatic!)

I glowered at him, “Sorry…but…uh…yeah,” he said, nodding his head in that, ‘We’re so screwed’ way.

I pulled the dagger out of his chest and just stared at it, HA! There was blood on it! He looked shocked and held his chest. “Oh damn…sorry,” I gave him a sheepish look.

He held his chest and gave me a smirk. “Fine, before I die though…” he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to him. My eyes widened because I lost my balance and ended up making him kiss my cheek.

…That’s when it happened…I friggen finally died of blood loss and he finally died too (FINALLY!)

2 days later, Renee finally came out of her state and my family was looking for us, she went to the top and called out to them, nearly in tears.

My mom went right over to her and held her, both of them sobbing while Renee told her through tears about what happened before she got hit with the dagger…I’m actually shocked she didn’t die of blood loss…weird isn’t it?

After my dad came back from the crypt, he brought me with him, stained with my own blood and some of which was the vampires… I was cremated later that week and am now drifting in some river…I think…dunno.

I’m now in hell, like I said I would be. He’s with me…weirdo still watches me, except it’s openly now (But he makes up for it…he’s fuckin hot dudettes…) I still beg Satan to see my sisters and family (He’s friggen scared I might take over…hehe…sucker, that icon I saw must be true: Heaven doesn’t want me and Hell is scared I might take over…life is sweet!)

So now, I’ll end this and see what I’ll do tonight…maybe wreak havoc on the living or maybe just torture some of the people that are actually evil around here…decisions, decisions.

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That was a weird ending (It felt kinda rushed…I know)

Review please! XDDD I’m bored as hell…weird!

Now, it’s in Jade’s POV…this has no affect to any of my other stories up about them, none whatsoever!