The Chronicles of the Teenage Vampires, The Beginning

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Maddy

Maddy's Point of View

                  I know Ryder calls them dradges(I agree that it is a terrible name. Actually, most of the vampire community has been petitioning to get it changed for nearly three decades), but they're just humans who vampires put all their trust into, after biting them anyway. I am Maddy Ernst, and I'm a tenth-grade vampire as well. Other than Ryder, my only trustworthy friend is Keile Taylor. I have many other friends, but none of them really know my secret. OH! I almost forgot! I have one other friend who knows my secret. His name is Jedediah Johnson, or Jed. He is also my dradge( so hard to say too![dra-dge... drad-gy... whatever). I am actually a nice vampire who usually drinks bagged blood (which Ryder hates). Every once in awhile, I go hunting with Ryder, but only on very special occasions. Oh! I almost forgot to mention that I can track people automatically because I was bitten by a vampire who had the same abilities. I don't know how he got them, but as far as I can tell, they are unique to the two of us, as I have found no evidence that says otherwise(even though that's the exact opposite of unique).

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As I walked up the steps to Death-Bar on Tuesday the 10th, a place for vampires to drink good bloodwine, a delicacy among vampires, and they had a special deal that I wanted to have a whack at, I spotted Ryder on the top step, so I asked,

"Why don't you go in?" He looked very put down, so I could only assume something awful had just happened(he only looks depressed when something bad happened).

"Because I have recently learned that I've been accused of disfiguring a council member, drinking blood from a vampire, and killing five vampires, none of which are true, but nonetheless, I have been hated for these untrue crimes by the vampire world." His red eyes flickered to greenish for a tiny moment, then shot back into focus, the deep red blazing even stronger than ever.

"Aren't you a senator of the council," I asked, confused. He and I were always on the same side of a debate, but he was almost the only one. Now that he was no longer on the council, the vampire race would no doubt turn to much more violent means of staying secret.

"No," he responded, "I was impeached at the last meeting for neglect of duties, and have me on an ongoing assignment until my trial to find and kill slayers," he replied, "And they have banned me from Alysia until my trials have been completed. I am being framed. I don't know by who or why, but I'm not going to stop fighting until I do." Alysia is the vampire world which is pretty much everywhere, but I think he meant all the major cities that are controlled by Alysia.

"I'll help you," I told him, not quite knowing how, but knowing that my ingenuity would come through in the end.

"How can you help me?" He asked skeptically, looking like he didn't believe that I could help him at all.

"I'm the vice president of the Northern Council of Alysia," I answered, "I'll figure something out."

"Well, you better do it fast," Ryder told me with a powerful tone of sadness in his voice, his eyes flickering green and red, then staying green, "My trial is at Seven o six PM on Friday the 13th." I realized that the time of his trial could be converted into the devil's number, 6:66 or 7:06.

"I'll think about what to do. Meet me back here when I text you." I said, pondering what his eyes changing color could mean. Completely forgetting about the bloodwine deal, I walked home to think.