• I woke up, I tried to move but my whole body was numb I tried harder to move and my head swam, my arms, my legs nothing worked, and thirsty very thirsty I heard movement around me, several people, they see me here and yet they don’t help me out the jerks. Tough human said a deep voice, aye said another with a deep British accent, he took out the Giovanni leader by himself, he’s either very good or very lucky, oooo interrupted a strange yet girly female voice, he’s bleeding, a lot, that surprised me. Bleeding? I thought. Will he make it? Another voice …..familiar. I wont let him die said a another, a woman’s voice, I finally managed to turn my head and open my eyes and yet I could not see. only shapes…blurry, I saw vaguely human shapes, all but one of them was standing, the other seemed to be crouching on the floor and the face was really close to mine, as my vision got clearer two bright green lights appeared In front of me if I had not been so thirsty I would have been surprised the glowing lights were a girl’s eyes, she was breathtakingly beautiful but something about the way she was looking at me gave me the chills, it was a predatory look a hungry look. enough lily said a shape with the woman’s voice she had a commanding voice It forced me to pay attention to it, now all of you she continued leave I’ll complete the ritual now you may stay or leave as you wish she said to another person whose outline I could not see its okay said a voice I had not heard before also a woman’s but with a beautiful almost singing tone to it, I have done my part I have other things I need to do. I still need your blood said the commanding voice, a vile of it is on the table answered the beautiful voice. you won’t let him drink directly? How very sanitary of you. Said the commanding one somewhat sarcastically but still with a note of respect. I noticed that while I was absorbed in the conversation the other people had gone, and those distracting green eyes had gone too. My throat hurt it was dry I was starting to have trouble breathing it hurt to even think and yet I managed to whisper one word that I would later regret “thirsty” Thirsty are you ? Said the commanding voice, you want a drink? I barely managed to nod, the mere movement of my head blurred my vision even more. I felt her move close to me and put her face close to mine I could smell her scent she smelled like roses, here she said putting what felt like a beaker full of liquid, to my lips drink this I drank it gratefully and then gagged; it tasted like blood. it was cold and it made me feel strange as if I had eaten something still alive, not pleasant she said but nonetheless nourishing, my vision had cleared a little and I could more or less see now I looked up and saw her eyes and was instantly entranced, I could not tear my gaze away from her, I could only see her eyes but not the rest of her face not that it mattered since I couldn’t look away, the bottom of her face was covered with a red veil but left her neck bare. with one of her nails she made a cut in her neck the smell of her blood woke me excited me in a way that I had never felt before, I wanted that blood it was warm and something told me warm was better. She got closer to me and cradled my head against her shoulder close to the wound, drink she whispered hurry before it heals. With out thinking I put my lips to her neck and drank. .This is how I became what I am this is how I became a vampire.

    I should probably tell you who I am and how I got in this mess in the first place, my name is Jose I was born in a crappy town in spain lived there for the first four years of my life, left for the city and when I was nine I moved to the united states I was never that bad of a child kind of lonely never had many friends, but I was always up for something new. I had an adventurous style which tended to get me in trouble, I hated my high school and just like any other teen I was only interested in girls and cars. .A Girl believe it or not is one of the reasons that led me to become a vampire, and also my reckless sense of adventure., but I am getting a head of my self I should tell you more about me before my little adventure as I call it. Since I found out that they existed martial arts have been a hobby of mine I am a current muay thai master at the young age of seventeen, also I have tried to practice drunken boxing but to tell you the truth I have never really gotten drunk, what do I look like you say, well I am six feet tall dark hair normally shaped in to a small Mohawk light brown skin and a more or less handsome face, mostly because of they way people see me I don’t have many friends, people see me as a strange and moody character and I don’t blame them my face was not made to smile I look weird when I smile. I have only three looks a serious intense look that most girls find attractive, a bored sleepy look that teachers and bosses hated and a calm but menacing look that made people avoid me. And it’s the face I normally used to wear because of my unhappy teenage years. But normally I am an easy going smart a** who likes to hang out with friends and get in trouble. Now my friends, my two best friends Casey and Jesus. Casey or moose as he prefers to be called is shaped a lot like me though a little on the heavier side, we have so much in common except for the fact that he is a white guy of Spanish decent, weird I know, he is a happy go lucky clown who you really don’t want to piss off. His style is anything he will one day dress preppy the other Goth and the next day emo and he is a big time stoner or used to be until his girlfriend made him quit. Now despite being Mexican me and Jesus or Jebus as most people call him could not look more different he is really short I give it five foot five at most he is a Goth kid who wears his hair like an afro but his hair is all loose around his shoulders in a very stylish way his skin is a little darker than mine and he inherited his dad’s long nose which give him an deeply sinister and yet aristocratic face. He is a serious guy who looks like he’s stoned whenever he’s bored or depressed . And for some reason he has a lot of mojo with the Goth girl community, these two people I would trust with my life as I would do later in my story but that is many pages away. As I mentioned a girl was one of the reasons as to why I became what I am, Her name was Megan tall blond, green ayes and a body to die for, I wanted to impress her, I had worked for a couple of weeks to get her to notice me and about a month for her to consider me as boyfriend material, so in order to get her to say yes I needed a car nothing to fancy but nothing crappy either. I would have liked a bmw but I could not afford it so I was going to get something crappier, and under six thousand. I was feeling really down about not being able to get a bmw and kind of screwing my chances with Megan. I was in art class at the time thinking and feeling sorry for my self, looking up at the clock, break was one hour away and then is of to last period then I would hang out with my friends for the rest of the day. I am an ok artist I guess a little better than most but good enough to finish an art assignment early. I looked at everyone around me inspecting them as if they were rats in my lab. Every one was separated in to groups, at very large tables everyone was racially separated I was sitting in the table at the back of the room observing everyone two crack heads were sitting with me at the table they were talking in hushed voices so I ignored them, and focused my attention on the rest of the class, the Hispanics were being loud and throwing stuff like they usually do the nerds were of to the far right of the room talking to each other not bothering anyone, the skateboarders were staring at the nerds probably planning some joke, and the jocks were talking to the teacher. I was staring of in to the distance, when a voice interrupted my thoughts, helloo! Both guys at my table were looking at me, you alright said one a red head guy with a slipknot beanie on over his skateboarder hair style his friend just stared and kept looking around, there was something weird about them that I hadn’t noticed before they were pale and had dark eyes and I mean very dark, almost with out pupils. Whats up man something troubling you? He asked, I considered telling him to ******** off but I was depressed and I figured that telling him my story couldn’t hurt and it might make me feel better so I did. That sucks bro he said after hearing my dilemma, but you know I might be able to help you out. Really? I asked unenthusiastically, yep he answered I can help you get the bills you need to get your car, tell you what meet us here around six at the back of the school later today alright? I considered this and thought what the hell, might as well go for it, little did I know that that decision would drastically change my life and my outlook of it.