|The Bloody Life of Joshua Jackson
Author: CDarkWolf PM
I never believed in vampires. If you asked me a day ago if they were real I would have said, "Has hell frozen over?" Apparantly it has. I'll never forget the hungry look in Olivia's eyes when she saw my blood for the first time. I'll never forget my new life as a vampire.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,653 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-24-12 - Published: 11-20-12 - id: 8721750
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I, Joshua Jackson, 15, just go out of high school. Like I'm-on-summer-vacation out of high school. I was so psyched, because I get to see Olivia, my hot and smart girlfriend. She gets all A's, is a cheerleader, and she has this cute smile that hooked me the first time I saw her. And they say blonds are cute but dumb. I think she practiced that smile in her room. It's so perfect.
I know what you are thinking. Finished high school at 15? That's insane. Well call me crazy. I skipped 3 grades. So did Olivia. And we get to go to Duke University after summer. Her father is the dean of the university.
I was on my way home when I felt this burning sensation in the back of my head. Like someone was watching me. I turned around there was no one there except a shady looking guy in a trench coat. I thought who wears trench coats these days. I turned back and kept walking. I had only a few more miles to my house.
I live with my cousins, Jack and Zoë, and my uncle Calvin and Aunt Koby. They are the only family I have ever since my mom and dad died in a car accident. At least that was what they told me.
That feeling is still there. I turn around and see the man just staring at me. I yell, "Do you have anything better to do than to just stare at me all day?" He just stares then he slowly walks to me. Something about him unsettles me. So I do what any African American would do (If you don't believe what I'm about to say look at any horror movie with a Caucasian and African American actor in it.) I don't investigate, just run. But before I'm even a yard away the man pounces on me and I fell something sharp pierce my neck. Then a thought came to me. This was familiar.
It was halloween. Me and my cousin, Jack, were going trick-or-treat. He was a vampire and I was a zombie. We were at a Halloween party that was thrown by a classmate. I wasn't having as much fun as I thought I would. Maybe it was because I was getting too old for trick-or-treating.
And then it hit me. I was being attacked by a vampire. But vamps aren't real, are they? And yet here I was being sucked on by an old man.
Let's get one thing straight. This is not one of those nerd-beefs-up-and-gets-a-life stories. So I'm not going to say I'm the toughest kid ever, but I was no wimp. So it was time to assault my assaulter.