teenagevampirelife

[teenagevampirelife]

Fangs, Janes, why not both?

I’m a vampire

Now, the first question on your mind is probably something like this: Is this guy serious right now? To answer that question, let me introduce myself!

My name is Alix, I’m 16 years old, yes I’m actually 16, and I’m writing this blog as a way to share my story and see if there’s anyone else who could help with what I’m going through right now.

You see, I was bitten by a woman who went by the name of Mary Jane (super creative choice of a name I tell ya) at a Christmas party, how, you may ask?

My story starts in November (when I was still human). when there was a lot of buzz about who would get invited to a party thrown by Mikey “Da Clutch” Crawford, super well known for his parties that turn into orgies and saving the day when kids thought they would get in trouble for something.

Also, he always had booze at his parties, only reason parents and teachers didn’t find out is because he had a policy of “if you take pictures, you're out” and he would make a spectacle of it too.

Anyway, It was lunch, I was sitting at a table with a bunch of strangers just eating a chicken sandwich when I hear something pretty interesting from my right.

“Do you think there’ll be another STD explosion like last time?”

I turn my head and realize it’s Becca who said that. She's got blonde hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and she is the kind of girl that would punch a guy for flirting with her; because she is gay as fuck and proud of it!

I respond with something like this: “There will be one if you go.”

Becca pretends to look offended, hand on her chest and everything as she retorts with “At least I actually get some.” with a very big smirk on her face.

“Ok, now that was just cruel!”

Then again, we do shit like this all the time, so I shouldn’t be very surprised at this point, if at all.

We didn’t notice Mikey coming in until he put his hands on our shoulders and said: “You guys keep up jokes like that and you can come to my party!” If you want a description of what he looks like, here it is: tall as me (I’m 5′8) not very thin, white, black parted hair, blue eyes, and a sense of style that would fit better in the 80s.

Becca and I looked at each other, and I’m sure we were thinking the same thing: OMG!!!

To put it into perspective, being invited to one of Mikey’s parties meant that you were one of the cool kids in the school, it’s a rite of passage that signifies your major growth in popularity!

But anyways, Becca and I weren’t gonna turn this down, so we both looked at Mikey and said: “Will do!”

But then, Mikey did something odd, he leaned down to my ear and whispered: “You might need a stake at this party.” And then he just left!

“What did he tell you?” Becca inquired

“Nothing important.” Cause I didn’t want her to freak out over something that might just be a joke.

Oh, how wrong I was.