Chance of DyingMature


4:37 a.m.

"I hate this and I hate you," I groaned, feeling a sharp pain sear through my chest.

"Damn," he complained, "you were all happy in the elevator."

"Shut up! I feel like you got me pregnant and I just went into labor. You... suck!"

He laughed, handing me an ice pack.

"You should get some rest," he said, "we gotta go hunting tomorrow."

"Hunting?!?" I shouted.

"You're a newborn... you need some fresh blood."

"Wait... we're gonna kill humans?"

"Yeah," he said, "it's the only way you'll survive."

"What about animals? Can't we just drink their blood? I don't wanna kill people!"

"You have to," he whispered, patting my shoulder.

"This is your fault," I repeated.

"I know. You told me five thousand times. I'm sorry."

"You should be!"

"For now," he said, ignoring me, "I got some blood. But it won't last long from the way you're drinking."

"Shit," I whispered, "fuck my life."

He shook his head and sighed. His phone rang. He looked nervous once he saw the caller ID.

"Who's that?" I whispered.

He ignored me, talking quietly into his Blackberry. I groaned. He hung up and looked pretty scared.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said, "it was just..."

He looked like he was in deep thought.

"Whatever," I said, "I gotta change."

He opened my bag, handing me a big t-shirt and shorts.

"I don't need the shorts," I said.

"Damn," he whispered to himself.

I walked into the bathroom and took a deep red. The dark red rims around my irises were vividly seen. My canines had gotten a bit sharper and they glistened. I brushed, feeling pain in my teeth. After changing, I walked back into the hotel room. Wren had fallen asleep and had closed the lights. And curious little me searched his phone. Recent Calls... Savannah. Who the hell was she? He shifted in bed, and I quickly put the phone back on the table.

"Sofie?" he moaned.


"Good night," he sighed.

"Good night, you moron."

He laughed, falling into a deep sleep. I, of course, was paranoid.


1:29 p.m.

The sun peered in through the windows. It hurt my eyes and the rest of my body. I managed to open my eyes. The curtains were closed. I hated this. I hated this so much. I woke up, sitting upright in the bed. Wren walked out of the shower, wearing only his loose jeans. His body was wet, and his abs shined. His hair was soaked with water. He wiped his upper body, and shook his head like a little puppy. And I just stared like a psycho. His lean torso made me feel horny and I wanted him. So bad.

"You're awake," he said smiling.

"And you don't have chest hair," I said.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't run in the family. You like chest hair?"

"No," I said, getting out of bed, poking his rock hard stomach.

After doing my bathroom business, I walked back outside into the room.

"I'm ordering breakfast since we can't go hunting right now. What do you want?"

"Bacon... a lot of bacon."

"That's hot," he said, laughing.

"I know I'm hot."

He shook his head, grinning. He ordered, and there was a silence.

"Tell me about vampire stuff."

"Vampire stuff? Like what?"

"I don't know... rules... and stuff..."

"Um, well, we have leader named Luna. And there are a bunch of dynasties and crap, but Luna's like the head person. You obviously can't tell anyone you're a vampire and can't go around changing people. When you drink their blood, you have to drain the body in order to kill them. After a month of you being a vampire passes, you have to go meet Luna and she'll tell you if you're going to live_"

"What?!?" I shouted.

"Oh shit," he said.

"Oh shit is right," I said.

"You'll be fine. It's as rare as... a disease?"

"Goddamnit!" I groaned, "I might die? You did not think this through, ass hole."

I coughed.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Someone knocked on the door and in came the bacon I had ordered.

"This sucks," I said for the one millionth time.

The End

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