My dad was a hunter before he died, so I know everything there is to know about vampires and some about werewolves.
About three years after he died, I became a vampire. Unlike my father, I didn't hate vampires. Hating vampires is just wrong. I mean unless the kill someone you loved. But if they're harmless it's fine.
Have you ever heard of a harmless vampire though?
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First Day of School:
Who will I be this year? The popular girl? The nerd? The loner? I'll decide after today.
On my way to get my schedule, I saw a brunette pair arguing. Seemed to be brother and sister.
I locked eyes with her and she looked at me funny. Did she recognize me from somewhere else?
I immediately looked away and kept moving. After picking up my schedule and going to my first class of the day, I saw the same brunette guy as before.
He kept giving me looks in class and I kind of liked it. I wonder what stereotype he is.
After class he came up to me at my new locker.
I played dumb, like I didn't know how to put the combination in right.
"Here. Let me help." He said and reached for my lock. "What's your code?"
I cleared my throat. "12.35.9." I said aloud as he turned the dial, making it open.
"Thank you. I'm y/n." I smiled and stuck my hand out, which he put his hand out to shake mine. Except he held it a little longer than normal.
"Jeremy." He finally answered before letting go.
"Jeremy. Let me see your schedule." I reached out.
"I've been here for years, I don't have a schedule on my anymore." He laughed.
"Right. Fair enough. Look at mine."
I gave him mine and he smiled. "We have almost every class together." He looked down at me.
His eyes, holy fuck his eyes.
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Four months later, just like any other night, he asked me to come over. And I did.
"Ah! Jer!" I laughed as he put raw cookie dough in my mouth
"As if it isn't the best thing you've tasted."
It won't be for long.
"Whatever. Are we even going to actually bake these cookies or are you gonna eat it all?" I laughed while taking the pan away from him and putting it in the oven.
We started to clean up and he had flour all on his hands.
"I think you got a little something there." I nodded with a smile.
"Oh do I? Let me wipe it off." He came over to me and stood in front of me, while slapping his hands down on my ass, pulling me into him.
"Oops."
"Jeremy-" I breathed out.
He picked me up on the counter and set his hands down quickly before I was about to kiss him. Except he jerked his arm back in pain.
And I immediately smelled the blood.
I can't. I have to fight it. I will not do that to him. I won't.
"I'll be right back." He went to the bathroom.
I got off the counter and started wiping off the counter and floor from blood.
"Alright. I think I got it bandaged up." I heard him say from behind me.
I stood up and turned around "are you okay?"
But I saw it. The crossbow in his hands.
There was no denying it. He knew. I started tearing up.
"You seriously made me fall in love with you just so you could fucking kill me!? Your such a sicko."
"In love? I didn't- no you're just lying so I'll let you go."
"Jeremy. Have I ever even acted like I wanted to hurt you? I'm assuming you're on vervain. Probably that ring. Have I ever tried compelling you?"
I could see him hesitating before I heard a voice behind me. Another man.
"Don't back down Jer." I didn't want to look and risk getting shot.
I closed my eyes and cried, waiting for him to pull the trigger.
"Just fucking shoot me!" I yelled with my eyes closed.
I heard it go off but I didn't get hit. I opened my eyes to see him pointing the crossbow at the other guy.
I looked back and saw the other man dead on the floor. I don't know who he is, but I'm so thankful Jeremy didn't kill me.
I turned back to him "Jeremy!" I ran up to hug him and I jumped in his arms as he tossed the crossbow down.
"Thank you." I cried heavily into his shoulder.
He held me up until I finally pulled my head away from his shoulder and to in front of his face.
Without saying a word, I softly leaned down and kissed him. He began getting rough with it and taking control once he knew it was okay. It was more than okay. It was, perfect. We moved to his bedroom.
He pinned my hands down above my head and looked down at me.
My eyes slowly flickered from his eyes to his lips back to his eyes, before tilting my head back.
"Fuck." He whispered. That was enough to get me going. My mood suddenly changed and I wanted to be on top, I wanted to please him.
"Let me do the work. Just relax."
He hesitantly nodded before placing his hands on my hips.
That boy tore my insides to shreds with how hard he was going. But it was nice. It felt great. He even made me cum, which never happens.
After that, I sucked his dick for a bit until he came in my mouth and I swallowed it. Spitters are Quitters.
He put his hand on my neck and guided me up. He immediately kissed me, which also never happens.
"I love you, princess." He pushed my hair back.
"If there wasn't a dead guy in your living room, we would totally be going for round two right now." I kissed him one last time before putting my clothes on.