Vampire Tonight

Ok, so this is a story that will be chopped up into 4 parts. this is part 1. the remaining parts will be posted in a time span of 3 days. It was written by moi so there you have it, a pretty little story by yours truly. When you are through reading this story id like to hear some feedback, like comments(negative or positive) that pertain to the story. I hope you like it. Enjoy.


It was a cold night out and the midnight wind blew calmly, yet it had the branches of the trees swaying to its petrifying mood. The creek was dark and only lit by the limited liquid silver light that drenched over it from the moon. It was only this light that seemed to momentarily eradicate the dense darkness that seemed to perpetuate throughout the creek. This creek had become a terrifying array of shadows that ensued horror. However the night never seemed so dead, so sullen or maybe even as beautiful as it did tonight. It was the perfect night to go out for a prowl.
Prowling was a regular activity that all Immortals indulged in, especially when they needed to feed. Faithy was just one among many Immortals that seemed to actually take delight in their routine prowling. She was addicted to the feeling that came from stalking those who would fall prey to her. But it was the feeding that gave her the real adrenaline rush. Immortals defined this feeling as a “blood high”. A blood high usually came from completely draining the victim. Although it was not customary for any one Immortal to completely deplete their victims of blood, there were those who felt the need to do so. And Faithy was one of those Immortals. She loved to get “blood high” and she liked to do it often, so tonight, Faithy had decided to go out and get blood high.
She peered out her window one last time and headed out for the creek. She had learned about some Goth kids having some get together down at the creek. God! How she hated those Goth kids who whined about their suffering. Suffering? They have no idea what suffering really is she thought to herself. As she thought this, memories about her life came flooding back . Her head was drowning in memories but that all came to a sudden halt when she heard voices. Her body also came to a halt. She hid behind some tall vegetation a couple of feet away from the voices whom she had identified a s a crowd badly dress people but nonetheless as that Goth crowd she was after. Just as she had done so two dark figures behind a bush, caught her attention.
She couldn’t make out the figures all that well because of that bush. Determined to make out those two figures lurking in the dark, she climbed a nearing tree. From atop the tree she made out the two figures. They appeared to be two other Goth kids, but what were they doing? And why were they on the ground? Then it hit her. The two were having sex. Wow and here I thought these Goth pricks were all pansies. She kept watching and made comments to herself like; hey this guy is hung like a stallion. She grew bored and decided to join the other Goths. So she climbed her way down the tree and made her way towards them.
As she neared the crowd, she could hear all the conversations that were going on and the music that was playing in the background, grow louder. They had formed a circle of some sort around this bond fire and there were cars and pick-up trucks parked near them. The only light was around that fire, so the creek was pitch black where the fires light did not reach. This is definitely a high school type party, because what’s a high school party without booze? She had observed that every Goth had a can of beer in their hand. Some had cigarettes but they all generally were holding beer cans or bottles. However, when she actually got there, the crowd grew silent. The music was still playing in the background but it didn’t help the awkwardness. Faithy felt everyone’s eyes just collapse on her. This didn’t discourage her. In fact she knew exactly what to say.
“Can anyone give me a ride? I was out on a date with my boyfriend and…well things got out of hand and now I’m stranded here.” The crowd of youngsters remained silent. They only stared at her. In a pleading tone Faithy continued “Please I’m desperate” nearly breaking into tears she continued “I just want to go home”. Then a Goth kid spoke out “I can…err…uh take you home if you want”. Faithy watched him as he spoke. He was dressed all in black, with leather and spikes. There were hints of eyeliner on his eyes. His hair was jet black with dark purple highlights. Ugh! Typical Goth she thought.
“Oh you’d be such a life saver! Thank you so much” “uh yea no problem, just uh let me finish up here though’’ ‘’yea of course I can wait”. The crowd stood there in silence. “Well, now that you have your ride, GET OUT OF HERE!’’ said Holloway. Holloway was the head Goth. He had everyone looking up to him, so everyone did as he said. “Baby chill she’s leaving” a girl said as he yelled out his command. Faithy was burning up with rage inside. How dare he yell at me much less tell me what to do! Faithy just kept her head down and didn’t say anything.”I think we’d better leave” said the Goth kid. They both made their way to the Goth kid’s pick-up truck without any hesitations.
The rusty old red pick-up truck wasn’t parked too far from the crowd. As they approached it the Goth kid stood there at the passenger’s door. For a split second he stared into her eyes but Faithy looked away. “Oh…um…let me...ahem... get that for you” and like any gentlemen would he reached out and opened the door for her. With a loud squeak the door flung open. Faithy thanked him and the Goth kid made his way around the truck to get to the driver's door. Hurriedly he opened the door with a louder squeak and settled in the driver’s seat. Faithy looked around in a nervous fashion in order to maintain the illusion that she really was a teenage girl in distress. The Goth kid started the truck and they were on their way………