Vampire Heart
Chapter 1
I rummaged around in the drawer of my bedstand, searching for the only thing that ever mattered to me. It was really hard to even see where I was going, let alone find a razor blade with these contacts in. Frustrated, I quickly walked into the bathroom across the hall. I reached into my pocket to get my contact lens case, then tossed it onto the counter beside the sink. I quickly unscrewed the lids then popped out my contacts and dropped them into to case. I stuffed the case in my pocket then turned on the facet and rinsed my face off. I then reached over to grab a towel and dried my face. I then caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked at my horrid bright green eyes lined with thick black eyeliner. Breaking my gaze from my eyes, I stepped back to examine myself further. I wasn't skinny but I wasn't fat, I was freakishly tall, 6ft 5in. Scars lined my arms and wrists and a pewter pentagram hung around my neck. Hating my image in the mirror, I turned to exit the bathroom. I walked into my dark room and sat on my bed. I then opened my drawer and dug around some more. Finally I found my favorite blade. Just then I heard something move in the bathroom. I jumped up and raced back to the bathroom. A rat was sitting on the sink. Disgusted, I picked up the rat by the tail and ran down the stairs. I threw open the door then hurled the rat as far as I could. Slamming the door behind me, I returned to the bathroom. I washed my hands then glanced up in the mirror. I gasped. Instead of looking back at green eyes, I was met by brown eyes...the exact same color of my contacts I wore to hide my hideous green eyes. I moved my hand to my face to make sure I had removed my contacts. I only ended up poking my eyeball. My mind flickered back to a book I had read about vampires. I had read that vampires, when faced with light, their eyes would darken to protect the vampire from going blind.
"Ha...the book was right, I guess." I silently murmured to myself. I had been turned into a vampire when I was 9. Pushing my mind away from my tragic past, I focused on forcing my eyes to turn to the horrid green again. My iris slowly started to swirl into a dark mix of the current brown and my natural green. A few moments later, my eyes were back to normal. Wanting to continue my newfound talent, I forced my eyes to quickly change to brown. They quickly flashed bright green then melted into brown. Interesting, I thought to myself. I then made them green again. Finally bored with looking at my eyes, I went back into my room. I opened my laptop and turned on some Marilyn Manson. I laid on the bed, clad in a Motley Crü t-shirt and black cargo pants, thinking about life. Soon my mind was on what happened four years ago. A tear traveled from my eye to my cheek. I thought of my Grandmother's sweet, wrinkled face, my mother's kind, loving face and my father's rough and caring face. I was 9 at the time. It was Christmas morning and I had woke up at 6 am. I was so excited for presents that I woke my mother and father up. They didn't mind being woken up early and decided we should go up to my grandmothers house for Christmas. We arrived at 6:19. No one answered the door so we let ourselves in. The scent of blood greeted us when we walked in.
"Richard, do you smell that? What is it? It smells like blood!" My mothers eyes grew wide as she asked my father, who looked as bewildered. My father put an arm around my mother and kissed her forehead.
"Im sure she's just preparing breakfast and the smells are mixing." He said, but he didn't seem to sure. Impatiently, I decided to go into the kitchen from which the smell was coming from. I slowly walked down the dark hall and then turned down to the stairs. I stepped off the last step and entered the kitchen. It was pitch black. I heard a weird slurping sound. I felt around the doorway for the light switch. I flipped it on. The light revealed a puddle of blood and in the middle was a figure holding my grandmother, her head twisted to the side. I gasped. The figure pulled away from grandmother and dropped her to the floor. It was a tall man with long glistening fangs with blood dripping from his mouth. I screamed. I started running up the stairs. I finally reached the top and found my parents waiting for me.
"The man with fangs killed grandma!!!" I screamed at them. They exchanged glances and ran down the stairs. Tears started pouring down my cheeks and I screamed for them to come back. Then I heard bloodcurdling screams of my mother and father. I raced down the stairs and saw my mother's body lying beside my father's and grandmother's body. I didn't see the man anywhere. Suddenly I was picked up from behind and my head was bent to the side. I then felt fangs pierce my neck. Tears flooded my eyes but I made no sound. I was flooded with pain, sadness and now fury. I was furious. Furious because this man demon creature killed my only family. Furious because he indented to kill me. I kicked him and punched him. Finally he let go. I took the chance and raced into the kitchen. I threw open the drawer and grabbed the biggest knife I could find. I turned it over in my hand. There was a stamp on it that read PURE SILVER. I finally got the courage to run back to the man and I planned to kill him. I started running as fast as I could. I saw the man standing infront of the stair case. He looked ready to grab me, this only made me run faster to him. I raised the the knife and slammed it into his chest. His jaw dropped and blood poured out of his mouth. There was a creepy hissing noise coming from him. In a matter of seconds he had turned to ash. I dropped to my knees. I gained enough strength to crawl over to my mother and father. Father was already gone, but mother was breathing, but only a little.
"Mom.." Tears started pouring down my cheeks. " I love you so much. Please don't leave me!!!"
"My precious Ivy,...I love you." She whispered as her eyes slowly fluttered shut. Her chest stopped moving. She was gone. Dead. Dead and gone.
The scene replayed in my mind. I wished I could've died with them, instead of turning into this horrid freak. Tears poured down from my eyes. I turned over and fell into a deep sleep.
Its longer than I expected and if you read the whole thing, thank you. Ive had this in my mind for a while and never got it out. I plan to make a story with it. Any Ideas?
Fang950