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I never used to believe that vampires existed. As a teenager, I thought the existence of anything supernatural would be awesome and we would coexist and somehow everything would be like it was when I pictured it in my head.

Of course, when I found out that vampires were actually real, I freaked the fuck out. Vampires were the stuff of nightmares and chilling horror stories, along with the occasional rubbish film. They were most certainly not a reality.

Yeah, yeah, I can hear you all thinking it already. Vampires don’t exist. This is the ramblings of a guy that’s read too many books as a kid. After all, it’s written down. It could be fiction for all we know. Trust me, it’s not. If I could tell you in person, I would. You have to see these things to believe them. At the ripe old age of twenty six, you would think I would’ve grown out of this by now, wouldn’t you? Delusional, then. Stop kidding yourself, and let me tell you what I know about vampires, how I became one myself, and lost everything to them.



“Lucas is gone again,” Annie told me. She was sat on my bed, already looking like a fucking model by the age of sixteen. I, on the other hand, was a gangly seventeen year old with acne and a slightly crooked nose from where I broke it in a fight at school. Some people get all the luck, right? I slouched in my desk chair, groaning up at the ceiling.

“Lucas is always gone. He’s nineteen already. I dunno why he’s still living at home.”

“Because he can’t survive on his own, in case you hadn’t noticed. Where are we going to tell mum and dad he is this time?” It’s not like they didn’t know he was a junkie. He usually fucked off somewhere for the weekend, stayed a few days longer than he was supposed to, got everyone worried and came back with needle marks all over his arms.

“They’ll know we’re lying,” I muttered, swinging my chair from side to side, “I don’t see the point in covering for him. He always comes back in a state.” By state, I meant half dead and full of god knows what.

“Haven’t you seen the mess dad always gets himself into over it though? He blames himself that Lucas has turned out to be such a fuck up.”

“So? It probably is his fault.”

“You’re such a dick, Alex,” Annie scowled at me, her light blue eyes turning icy.

“I know,” I gave her my best shit-eating grin, dodging the pillow that she chucked at my head.

“Grow up. Lucas is still our brother, whether you like it or not-”

“Half brother,” I interrupted, earning another glare. I shrugged it off.

“He’s still our brother, and we have to do what’s best for him and our parents.”

“So, lying about where he’s been, even though they probably know anyway, is better than not saying anything?” I arched an eyebrow. I didn’t really see her logic in that one. She sighed, giving me this exasperated look that she’d perfected over the last couple years.

“We tell them he’s safe so they don’t worry and so that they don’t yell at him when he comes back. It’s just better for everyone that way.”

“No,” I shook my head, “he deserves to be yelled at. Maybe he’ll learn not to swan off with his idiot friends and spend a week taking drugs.”

“Alex Daly!” Annie snapped. Christ, she sounded like our mother when she did that. I looked at her. She was pissed off at me.

“Fine, fine! I’ll lie for him, but don’t expect me to be nice to him when he comes back.” She let out this frustrated noise and threw my other pillow at me, which knocked over everything on my desk.

“Dick!” she yelled at me, storming out of my room. Slumping back into my chair, I stared at my poster of Mötley Crüe sulkily. I did sort of care about Lucas, I guess. I didn’t want him out pumping himself full of illegal substances, and sort of hoped that if he was yelled at enough, he might decide to stop. It was a long shot, but how else do you get through to someone that’s so far gone?

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