My Short Story for iloveyou's Horror/Romance Challenge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Okay, I really hope you like this. Please comment & press that "like" button. This is my first time writing anything like this, so I hope you like it. :) My Info: Maci, a girl from LA who is new to the projects and ghetto where drug dealers and prostitutes stand. (That's what number 12 was. And also all I was given to work with!)

Submitted: February 11, 2010

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“Kelly...” My “friend” groaned. He wasn't the ghetto type l was used to, but l knew everybody pretty well. Once your good at something, you can adjust it anyway you want. And of course, Kelly isn't my real name. lt is to all my “customers,” but my real name is Maci. l'm used to the ghetto. I've lived here ever since my parents died. Which is about... Fifteen years ago.

“Damien, damn you're good.” l said. He wasn't. ln fact, l wasn't enjoying this at all. Damien was different... And not in a good way.

Suddenly, Damien stood up. “Liar,” He said flatly.

I looked around suddenly paranoid that the cops would show up. Not that it really mattered. They were sick of throwing me in jail; we were on a first name basis. Any sign of a prostitute and all the cops were thinking one name: Maci.

“What? l am not a liar. At all.” Then l smiled. Even that was a lie. l lied all the time.

“Again – lie.” Was all he said.

“Damien,” l flinched at the seventeenth century name, “What is going on?”

“l'll show you.”

l stood up & followed him. What else was l supposed to do? l buttoned my shirt & zipped my pants.

He walked out to the street, shirt still in-buttoned. l mean don't get me wrong, he's hot, but he doesn't have all the girls swooning around him. l've “done” tons of better-looking guys.

“Maci,” l flinched. No one called me that. I never talked to anyone outside of my “business.” No one called me that, except my family, who spat on my name.

“l know you're something special.” He finished, looking deep into my eyes.

He smiled at me. l saw something funny with his teeth. lt was fangs. Damien had fangs.

“What are you?”

“Do you need to ask that?” He asked, still looking into my eyes. The way he looked at me was creeping me out. Majorly.

“No, l guess not.”

He went behind me, signaling for me to stay put. l didn't even move my head. l tensed up, though. When you spend all your life living in the hood with knives and guns, you learn to trust no one. Not even hot guys that you just met. Sure, you don't have a reason not to trust them (except that they were shallow enough to try & find a prostitute) but you don't have a reason to trust them either.

“What are you doing?”

He leaned over & l felt his breath in my ear. “I love you.”

I smelled his breath. Peppermint. lt did something to my brain. lt started a flashback which l quickly repressed. Flashback's just lead to memory's that I never can seem to get rid of & tears.

Not fun.

What should I say back? l mean, technically, he was paying for this. So, l gave him what he wanted. “Love you, too.”

l heard him laugh. “Liar.”

Ugh. This was getting annoying real quick.

“How would you know?”

“Vampire, remember?” l felt his cold teeth on my skin.

“Oh, yeah.” l laughed hysterically.

I was a.) talking to a vampire & not completely freaked out my it and b.) worried about giving him what he wanted! Who cared? He's a vampire; lowest of the low! Lower than the people that l know in prison.

“Maci, what's wrong?” He asked, with genuine caring.

“No-th-ing!” l said through laughter.

“Okay then...” He laughed it off.

Damien came over me. All l saw was his face. He smiled evilly.

He leaned over me, his eyes on my neck.

And he bit me.

The only reason l knew was because l felt a piercing in my neck, exactly where a vampire would bite.

l screamed, and then everything went blank.

l woke up, in his arms. He was stroking my hair and cooing “it'll be okay, Maci. l'm here.”

l sat straight up, suddenly aware of everything that happened. And that l was a vampire. And that l loved Damien.

“l know. l love you”

Suddenly Damien had an evil look on his face. lt scared me.

He lifted his hand, which had a wooden stake in it. The stake approached where my still heart would be.

l realized what he was doing.

l screamed.

“l'll love you a lot more when you're burning in Hell!”


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