Candy Blood

My name is Miami Brown and it’s not just my name that’s weird actually I am the weirdest girl on my street. I just turned 15 and moved from, small town in the states to an island in a country that I cannot name (Cause I have no idea what country it’s part of!) to be with my new foster parent. I thought that would give me a better chance to make some friends but, it turns out that I have as much friends as I had when I lived in that small town in the U.S. I guess that would give me a grand total of ZERO friends! I always wonder why I didn't have any friends but, then again who would want to hang out with a crazy girl that still believes in vampires and other enchanted creatures. I don’t even think I would want to hang out with me if I was an everyday girl either. Plus on top of the fact that I am a mega weirdo that believes in the creatures of the night, I’m a homeschooled foster child, how can it get weirder than that? I have to admit that makes finding friends even more difficult. The truth is I thought that I would never find someone that would appeal to me until the day my "mother" sent me to the super market.

I’ve got to admit it took her a while to get my nose out of that new vampire book of mine I just ordered but, she finally convinced me to go. If she didn’t threaten to whack me across the room I probably wouldn’t have agreed to go cause, I was at a really good part in that book and it really pissed me to be torn away from such a good part. Anyways, back to the part where I was telling you about my trip back from the super market. So yeah, it was late and I was on my way back from the super market, when I decided to take my secret shortcut, so I could hurry back home and return to the part in my story where the lead vampire in the story takes a chunk of the main characters neck. That’s when I saw a live act of that exact scene in the dark alleyway I was walking in, well I mean right there in front of my eyes was a really blood sucking freakin’ vampire suck the blood straight out of a woman’s neck! Normally this is where the protagonist in the story usually screams and runs away but, I was so shocked, that the only thing I could do was drop the bags I was carrying and forced myself not to scream, remembering that always draws attention causing the bad guy to attack. That would have been the best way to go about things if I hadn’t forgotten that, I had those stupid glass bottles in one of the bags. So when the bags hit the ground the glass bottles smashed, causing the vampire to shift his attention from his victim to me! There are no words that can explain the fear that ran down my spine at the moment. It was a very weird and awkward moment because, while the fear was still running through my body I kind of felt glad that this time I was right, I wasn’t just some crazy girl, there was such things as vampires. That’s when I started to feel lucky, I finally got to see a real vampire and then I did the scariest thing I could ever do I started to smile, forgetting that the vampire was still glaring at me with those dreamy aqua coloured eyes of his. I took a brave step forward and looked towards the vampire that was staring me straight in the eye. The blood sucking beast that I had been afraid of before I, was no longer the beast I feared and I could tell he sensed that. When he had dropped the lady that he was feeding off of, his facial expression softened. He smiled and wiped the stale blood that was dripping from his handsome, young, pale face with the sleeve of his clean, dress shirt and said in a very smooth, soothing voice, ”Thanks, for understanding Freaky-girl.” Just then he took the highest jump I had ever seen in all 15 years of my born life and landed on one of the small buildings that created the alleyway.

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After I was sure that the woman that was bitten was okay I returned home forgetting what I first went out for. So as soon as I walked through the door I noticed that Lorain, my foster mother, was the mostfurious I had ever seen her get. Right away she started screaming and yelling at me. She first started with “Miami, where have you been all this time?” Then she asked “Where’s the groceries I sent you to get?” Then she started wondering where the money for the groceries went and yet after all that I still couldn’t give her the answers she was looking for because, in the real world, in the world she lived in, there was no logical answer for her questions accept for lies that I did not want to tell.