Run, Little Vampire. Run!

7/23/2022 INTRODUCTION: Hi, I wanted to take a second and thank you all for your interest in my story. I truly appreciate each and every one of you!! Some of you know this already because you've read my first story. For those who do not... I am a fairly new writer. This is only my second story. I do try to be conscious of the fact that certain things can be triggering. Which is why I warn people at the beginning of my stories that they do contain triggering events. I do not post warnings at the beginning of each chapter that you then have to pay for. So I put this little warning here, up front, where it will always be free. This story is a bit different than my first one. It's darker, so it has more trigger-worthy events. So please proceed with caution. As the title reveals, this story is about vampires, but it's also about revenge. There won't be much in the way of s*xual content because this isn't about romance, or even s*x, but there will be some "blood and gore", adult language, and explicit content. All I ask is that you please be kind with your messages. This is only my second story, so I'm still learning a lot and, while I do hope to receive feedback, I would appreciate it if you kept it positive, constructive, and respectful. I will always do my very best to respond to such constructive criticism in a timely manner. However, if you simply flame me or are rude/disrespectful, I will simply overlook your message and move on. The only drama I'm here for is contained within the story. ;^) I do pay attention to your thoughts and ideas, though. So please don't be shy! If you would like to read my full intro, which I do recommend you please take a moment to do, it's at the beginning of The Alpha's Warrior Princess. I hope you enjoy your reading experience. ~Koeh And now.... Run, Little Vampire. Run! Chapter 1: Prologue There is a world out there that normal human beings can only fantasize about. A world where monsters roam and nightmares are real. You can choose to believe, or you can turn a blind eye. But those monsters always find a way in. Even if it’s only in your subconscious mind. The flutter of a shadow which you suddenly think is a rat scurrying by or a gremlin wanting to claw you to bits. Or the creaking of an old floorboard or rafter when the wind blows through the house which you think is some faceless being coming to kill you in your sleep. The clothes hanging just perfectly in your closet, that, in the dark, look like a person standing there, watching you. Is it a man? Or maybe a werewolf waiting to devour you.. or, perhaps, it's a creepy vampire wanting to drain you dry. I never believed in the supernatural. I was always more the ‘seeing is believing’ type of person. I leave the monsters and ghosts up to those crazy a** ghost hunters on t.v. Me? I live an ordinary life in an ordinary town. I go to an ordinary school, my parents work ordinary jobs, and we have an ordinary car, an ordinary house, and ordinary pets. One dog, one cat, and a couple of goldfish. I have ordinary dreams of going to college, making friends, finding a boyfriend, getting married, etcetera, etcetera, etceteraaa. In short, my life is ordinary. Also known as, BORING. Every day, the same old thing ever since we moved to this town eight years ago. Mom’s idea of fun is our yearly shopping excursion to the local mall where we spend our day spending Dad's money on prison gear. Oh… Sorry… I mean school supplies. Dad’s idea of fun is teasing Mom about all the money she spent on said prison gear for anywhere from a few days to a few weeks afterwards. My idea of fun is finding something, anything, else to do other than being involved with either of those two things. And since school starts next week, guess where I am today? Yup! You guessed it. I’m at the mall with Mom. Funville, right? NOT. Right now I’m standing in front of a shoe store, I’ve got my arms loaded down with bags while Mom is admiring the shoes in the display window. I have to admit, they are awesome. But I have no need for spike-heeled, black-paton-leather dress shoes so I’m only half paying attention to what she’s saying. My attention is more on the guy on the other side of the walkway. Mason Cromwell. I first met Mason when I moved here, eight years ago. He had just turned ten and I was still nine. It was my first day of school and Mom had to come with me since school was already three weeks into the first semester. After getting me settled in at the principal's office, she left and the principal escorted me to my homeroom class. I was seated by Mason and the very first thing he did was “accidentally” dump my bookbag all over the floor. Even back then, Mason was the most popular guy in school. So, of course, everyone laughed at me and after that I never spoke to Mason again. Unless I absolutely had to, that is. He didn’t stop there, though. Over the past eight years, he's occasionally reminded me what an absolute d*ck he is. He doesn’t exactly bully me constantly, but every now and again he just does something stupid like that to get me mad. In some cases, he’s actually even hurt me, but no one seems to give a tinker's d*mn, so I just keep trudging along in life. Still, it keeps most people from talking to me, since he’s still the most popular kid in school n' all. Especially with the girls. Pretty much all of whom he’s had relations of some sort with. They fall all over him like he’s a movie star or something. It’s disgusting to watch sometimes. Especially with some of the more forward hoe’s around here. Personally, I'd be afraid of catching some sorta STD or something. The guys can be just as bad. Following his lead wherever it takes them, even if it’s straight into trouble. His loyal little lakies. Now they bully me, too. Especially one of the two with him right now. They’d both do just about anything to impress his royal a**ness. But the one, Nathanial? He's the more cruel of the duo. In short, everyone wants to either be him or be with him. I was just standing there, staring into the window, thinking about that, my eyes on a pair of wedged sneakers I wasn’t really looking at, when I noticed him looking at me. Strike that, that a**hole was checking me out! Seriously? Is he nuts?! Like I would ever go there. I was brought out of my thoughts when Mom asked, “Honey? Would you like to go inside and see if they have those in your size?” I let my gaze go to her as I said, “Sure, Mom. But I don’t think those count as school supplies.” She laughed at my joke as my gaze went back to the shoes, or rather the glass, where I found Mason still looking at me. His eyes were slowly moving down my body and I kind of felt violated a little. The absolute nerve of him! I was glad when Mom finally said, “Well, let’s go have a look anyway. Maybe we can splurge a little, yeah?” I just smiled and nodded before following her inside, getting away from that a**hole's wandering eyes. (Mason’s POV) I was at the mall with the guys when I noticed her. Jessica Monroe. I've watched her for eight years now. She's the prettiest girl in our entire school. Not that she's aware of it. She’s one of those girls who's just naturally beautiful, no need for all that make-up or skimpy dresses to catch a guy's eye. And oh how I’ve always wished I could tell her she'd caught my eye. I know she thinks I hate her, but I don’t. She doesn’t know it but everything I’ve done “to her'' has been to keep her safe. I don’t know why, but ever since the first day she walked into my homeroom class back in the fifth grade, I’ve felt protective over her. Back then it was in a brotherly, or cousinly, sort of way. Platonic. But these past couple of years my thoughts have been way more impure. And, I mean, can yah' really blame me? She’s gorgeous! Unfortunately, I couldn’t openly show my feelings, so I’ve had to make it look like I can’t stand her, that I pick on her whenever the mood strikes. Otherwise, even just being my friend would be dangerous for her. She’s only human, after all. And in my world, even at the age of ten, I knew better than to put someone in that kind of danger. Besides, I’ll be eighteen next month. After that I’m expected to find my mate. As though it's as simple as that. Mother has this whole huge party planned but I’m really not into any of it. I’d rather spend some of my life just being me. Having some fun and just goofing off, f**king all the girls I want, then sending them home with huge smiles on their faces, running off with the guys on some crazy adventures, seeing the world. I have an eternity to find someone to nag me to death, after all. I was standing there checking her out when Nate called out, “Yo, man! Come on! Before we miss the movie!” I just tilted my head and said, “Comin!”, as I watched her go inside the shoe store with her mother. I’d give my right arm to have a mother like hers. One who actually listens and cares about what I have to say. One who spends time with me just to spend time with me. Jessie doesn’t know how lucky she is. “Dude! Come on!” Kraig yells and I roll my eyes and turn toward them, then jog to catch up as I say, “Alright, alright, don’t get your frickin’ panties in a bunch there, Kylie!” I loved my bro’s. But no way I could tell even them how I feel about Jessica. So, for now at least, I’m off to the movies to see if we can’t scope out some fun.