Vampire

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It was a bright, sunny morning. I smelled fresh meat cooking, wasn't sure if it was Lance cooking. I got up and stretched out. I remembered last night, werewolves... they were terrible. "Do you want something to eat Ray?" it was Cathleen. Wow, oh my, she looked gorgeous... I think I'm daydreaming. Suddenly, she had fangs sticking out. My eyes widen and she hissed with cruel. Her eyes were violent as a wild cat. She was a vampire! Oh crap, "Cathleen, oh you traitor!" I yelled getting up. She charged into me rapidly. I screamed and suddenly, I blanked out with blood covering my vision.

"Wake up!" someone yelled in my face. I woke up breathing hard and gazed at the person, it was Keith. "Thank goodness I woke you up," said Keith, checking my forehead. "You don't need to do that," I said, looking confused. "Breakfast is ready," Keith changed the subject. "Oh okay," I said, getting up. I saw Cathleen making breakfast for the others.

It was strange watching Cathleen making breakfast... I remembered. "Steve!" I yelled while running. I bashed into Steve. "Hey, knock it off!" said Steve angrily, "what's the problem? Gosh, look what you just did!"

I spilled Steve's eggs all over him. "I was trying to save you from Cathleen!" I exclaimed. "Cathleen has nothing to do with this!" yelled Steve. "Yes she does, Cathleen is a vampire!" I yelled back. "Guys stop!" yelled Lance. We finally stopped; Steve gave me the 'evil' eye. "Cathleen is not a vampire J-ray," said Lance. "He's right, I'm not," said Cathleen, with a smile planted on her face.

"It must be your dream you had," said Lance gazing at me. "What? You knew about my dream?" I asked, curiously. "Yes, Keith told me. Ever since that werewolf tried to attack you, you've been freaked out, and not just freaked out...horrified," he said, "calm down, there's nothing to worry about. You've got Keith, Zen, and me."

He was right; I had my friend-brothers. "Let's go eat, alright," said Lance, grabbing my hand. We went near the fire where Rachel was whispering to Cathleen about some nonsense about my appearance. "Here's some left-over were meat," joked Zen, giving me meat on a stick. "Were meat?" I asked, looking confused. "Yeah, werewolf..." Lance covered his mouth. Zen quickly got out of his grip and said, "What the hell did you do that for?"

"Stop cussing, alright!" yelled Lance. "Guys stop!" exclaimed Cathleen, stopping both of them. I wandered off with my meat-on-a-stick while they were arguing. I didn't want to be the witness of the fight. I already have too much going on in my head.

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The nearby river was dazzling the sun and the fresh cut grass was stirring with the breeze. I felt the grass prickle on my legs as I moved. The sky was clear blue with fluffy, immense clouds staring at me. Suddenly, I saw a figure in the distance. Far over the river was a black figure that stood there, insensibly. I stood there, consciously gazing at the figure. Then, the figure started to move away quickly. I thought for a moment, it didn't look like a werewolf. It looked a human-shaped figure, which was tall. Another human in this forest? I thought. I quickly went after the figure.

I ran as fast as my feet can go, but still, that figure was moving fast. While I was running, my meat-on-a-stick smelled delightful. It was hard trying to get a good grip on the stick; the wind was blowing so hard that I lost grip of the stick. "Oh crap," I said as I saw it fly away. I forgot the meat-on-a-stick and continued to run after the figure.

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I realized what I was doing; the figure was going far away from camp. I didn't want to go away from camp or Keith would kill me if he found out that I ran away. Anyway, I didn't listen to myself for some reason. I didn't want to be blamed for causing a big problem at camp and I just wanted to get away from everyone. Suddenly, I heard someone running towards me from behind. "Ray, what are you doing out here?" I heard a familiar voice. It sounded like Zen, but he never looks for me. I turned around and replied, "I saw a figure past by here."

"And you decide to follow it, eh?" asked Zen. I nodded, I would think Zen would laugh or chuckle but he didn't. "What did the figure look like?" asked Zen with a serious tone of voice. "It was tall, skinny, and it wasn't a werewolf," I answered. After that, he didn't answer it was as if he was thinking of something else. So, I interrupted his thoughts, "so, why did you follow me?" I asked. That alarmed him alright. He cleared his throat and replied, "I was starting to get worried about you."

I didn't believe him. He was such a strange friend-brother, and you couldn't just believe him by words; you can believe him by his actions. "There's something else to it, isn't there?" I asked. "Nah, nothing else," said Zen. Something was bothering him and I didn't know what. "Sit down," said Zen. I nodded and sat on the green, fresh grass, which was brushing my legs. "I got to tell you something."

"What is it?" I asked, curiously. "That figure that you saw..." he paused for a moment. "Well, what about it?" I asked. He gave me a stern look and replied, "well kiddo, I know who that figure was."

What! He did, I thought. "Who is it?" I asked, wanting to find out. "A vampire," said Zen. "What? A vampire, are you nuts?" I screamed. The echo of my scream went through the forest and shook the trees violently. "Vampires don't exist!" I said, shocked. "In your dreams..." Zen paused, waiting for me to answer. "I know there are legends about vampires killing people, but I never believed them," I said. "You have to now. They're running around this part of the mountain right now and if we can't stop these wild creatures... we will be dead for good," Zen was tensed, "we'll have to be survivors to survive this bloody battle against them."


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