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Note: This was written by mikeywaystambourine .

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This is the story of how I got turned into a vampire, fell in love and managed to die. And no, this is not Twilight. It's my actual fucking messed up short, immortal life.

His name was Pete, and he was strange, kinda stalkerish but he was hella cute. I never spoke to him when I was human; although, he always stood under the same street light, every night after my shift at the bar at two in the morning. I waved once or twice at him and he'd wave back but he never spoke or smiled. At first I thought he was a serial killer. Turns out that he was actually protecting me from those exact people. Well, vampires. Too bad I only found out after I became one myself, something he was, yet hated more than anything.

It was December 31st 23:00, I pushed the heavy back door open to leave the bar early, because my boss decided that I deserved to enjoy my new year, something I'd never done before. As I stepped out, I heard the crunching of the gravel underneath my sneakers and was somehow comforted by the loss of silence in the darkness. I turned to my left to start walking out of the alleyway and into the street where I expected (okay, hoped) that Pete would be but because it wasn't my usual time, he wasn't there.

I continued my walk home, pulling my coat tighter over my body to shield off the cold. There were people scattered in the street, some laying on the ground, drunk off their asses already, others slowly stumbling to the next bar and some just walking past me and staring like I was some freak. I didn't feel too worried or scared, if anything did happen, there'd be witnesses all over. I began to think to myself what I was going to do for new years, and after 5 minutes, I started to notice another set of footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw nothing out of the ordinary, just a couple making out on the sidewalk, nothing I wouldn't expect from drunk, horny people. Although, the guy did look like he was getting a bit rough with her neck - but I'd rather go home than worry about other people's kinky business.

I walked further, and again, noticed the footsteps, turned, and there was just one guy smoking, he wasn't there before which I found suspicious, and the couple somehow disappeared into thin air, so I decided to pick up my pace.

Just as I was about to cross the street, I was grabbed and pulled to the side. It was Pete, only I didn't think he was trying to help me, I thought he was a predator finally going through with his plan, so I sprayed him with pepper spray and ran. Little did I know that that decision was the beginning of the end of my life.

I started running home, not caring about the strange looks I was getting, I just wanted to get home and feel safe again. Too busy in thought while running, I managed to trip over something and fell on the concrete sidewalk. I didn't hit my head but I did get knocked out. So much for a happy new year...

Next thing I know I'm waking up in a public bathroom stall. There were two bloody stripes coming from my lips that ran down my neck and chest, and stained my white shirt. What the hell happened? I stepped out of the stall and what I walked into was worse that what I woke up in. There was a body on the ground, a dead girl lying on the floor. There were bite marks in her neck, arms, legs, she must've bled out. Whoever was with her must be into some really kinky and sadistic shit...then I stopped to think and my mind started putting pieces together. I did that. I felt sick to my stomach looking at the girl's lifeless body and I thought about the fact that she had so much life left to live and I ruined it. What the fuck was I going to do, and who the hell did this to me?

I stepped out of the bathroom and was immediately pushed back into the bloody mess I made.

"What the f-"

He put his hand over my mouth.

"I'll explain everything if you promise to keep quiet."

I quickly nodded. He slowly removed his hand and with wide eyes I spoke, "Y-You're the guy f-from across the s-street, w-what happened here? D-Did you do this to me?" I asked, fear apparent in my voice.

"First change into these, we can leave and then I can explain without them hearing us, oh and by the way, I'm Pete," he said, quickly looking around as if someone was listening to us.

"Well, no offense Pete, but I barely know you so I don't think I'm going home with you, thanks for the offer though." I said, feeling very hesitant towards him.

"No, you don't understand, they're looking for you now so you can't go home, I'm here to protect you, I always have been, but last night, I, I failed," he said sadly.

"What do you mean?"

"You're like them now, I mean us, I'm not apart of their gang though, they target young people to join their "family". They're just power hungry vampires who want nothing but blood, gallons of the stuff," he said with disgust.

"Wait, did you say vampire? As in Dracula?"

He scratched the back of his neck as he said, "Uh, yeah, I guess so. You're kind of one now too."

I stared at him in disbelief. How could I be a vampire? I can't survive working two jobs and hunting for blood! He saw my shock and continued explaining.

"So all those nights I stood across the street, I was there so the other vampires couldn't attack you, and last night because you pepper sprayed me, I couldn't save you when they took you, and I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with guilt and regret.

"Hey," I said touching his arm,"it's really no one's fault but my own," I comforted him, "all I can do is thank you for what you did for me all those nights," I said, genuinely thankful.

"It really wasn't a problem," he said, shyly looking away.

Once again he tried to give me the clean clothes he brought, and finally, I took it.

I walked into one of the stalls and started changing out of my bloody, dirty work clothes. Ugh, I needed a hot shower more than anything right now. When I finished, Pete explained to me how being a vampire worked. I watched him in awe as he explained everything and I couldn't help but feel something for my guardian angel, well, guardian vampire. We, like the old type of vampires, couldn't see ourselves in the mirrors, something I was kind of okay with since I didn't wear any make up or care about how I looked, not that I had the time or reason. I was more worried about making my rent.

Back at Pete's house, he showed me the spare room, or from then onwards, my room. There was something so adorable about the way that he showed me around, speaking softly and sweetly as if I was fragile, which I had to admit, I kind of was. I basically died and my old life was over. Pete switched the TV on for me on some random channel, but I didn't pay much attention because he got a phone call. He walked a few metres away from me thinking I'd be focused on the TV. Boy was he wrong...

"No no no, there is no way you guys are using her as bait, she just turned last night. I'm not doing that to her!" He said angrily, waiting for the person on the other end to reply.
"I don't care that we could kill the leader, she's been traumatized enough, find another way that doesn't include her, use Andy or something."
"NO, for the last time, she will NOT be bait," he said, hanging up on the other person.

After he ended the call, I immediately pretended to be engrossed in the programme that was on. Pete threw himself tiredly on the couch next to me and put his arm on the back of the couch behind me. We sat in a comfortable silence, both of us barely interested in what was on TV.

Three months had passed and there was no activity from the other vampires. Pete even let me go fetch all my stuff from my apartment, with the supervision of his friends. Although, I did stay in the house most of the time because Pete was overprotective. On the bright side, I didn't have to work anymore and I became friends with his friends, Patrick, Joe and Andy, they were all vampire hunters, that's how Pete ended up getting turned, a hunt gone wrong. I learnt a lot about all of them, they were my only company, and as far as my family and friends were concerned, I was either missing or dead. I was getting used to living with Pete now, we got to know each other better, we had a routine and I found myself slowly falling for him.

Six more months had passed and still no vampire activity, Pete and I were best friends now and I was in love with him. I could never tell him though. There was the occasional awkward moment where we happened to get too close to one another or we'd accidentally walk in on each other wearing just a towel, but Pete would just brush it off with a joke and pretend that it never happened. What I hated most was when the guys would come over to watch movies and they'd make comments or suggestive sounds when Pete and I sat too close. Damn Joe for having a big mouth.

Until one night, Pete and I decideed to have a movie night and I ended up being cuddled up in his arms. When the movie ended, I tried to get up, but Pete kept his arms locked around me. I tried wiggling away but I only ended up laying on top of him, making my situation worse, and giving him an accidental boner.

"What are you doing?" I asked, quizzically.

"I was just, looking into your eyes," he said smirking.

"And why would you do that?" I asked, timidly.

"Because they're so shiny, they look really beautiful," he said.

We looked into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity when I somehow gained confidence and I kissed him. It was all I ever wanted for a while. It didn't take long before his dominant side came out and I was under him. All we did that night was make out and cuddle.

After Pete and I became official, I felt like I had more freedom now, he never refused anything I said, to put it bluntly, he was whipped. Pete even let me redecorate the place by shopping online. I accidentally bought a mirror and it took me a good few minutes of being confused and Pete laughing at me before I realised that I couldn't remember what I looked like. I mean, I could see some parts of myself, but not my face, and I could never see it again. It made me sort of sad that I couldn't see the person I had become, I drank blood now, I had a boyfriend, I'm not the same girl that I was 9 months ago.

At about 3am that night, Pete and I were laying on the floor in the living room - a common occurance when we both didn't feel like sleeping - I brought up the topic to Pete.

"Do you remember what you look like? Or miss seeing yourself in the mirror?"

"No, not really, why?"

"I can't remember what I look like anymore," I said, trying to make it obvious that I missed having a reflection.

Pete saw that I was upset by this and thought to himself for a moment. After a minute, he crawled over so he was laying next to me. He turned to me and started "Well [Y/N], you have beautiful [Y/H/L] [Y/H/C] hair, mesmerizing [Y/E/C] eyes that sparkle every time you see blood," he said, giggling softly at his lame joke, "You have really soft and kissable lips" he said smiling and then gently kissing me before he continued. I spent the rest of the night listening to him describe me and then proceeded to do the same to him, until we fell asleep on the floor.

We woke up the next morning to Patrick, Joe and Andy snickering amongst themselves.

"Do you guys not have a bed somewhere in this place?"

"Uh, we do Curly, we just couldn't sleep, how about you mind your own beeswax?"

"Jeez, I was just joking, why you gotta hurt me like that?" Joe said, acting hurt.

"Ugh, let me have my morning blood before you joke with me," I huffed, as I walked over to the fridge.

"Anyway, the reason we're here is to warn you two," Patrick said, worriedly.

"Warn us? What's going on?" Pete questioned, confusedly.

"The vampires, they're planning something, we're not sure what it is yet, but we do know that it's happening at the bar that [Y/N] used to work at, tonight," Andy said.

"What?! They'll hurt people I know! I have to come with you guys," I said urgently.

"No. Nope. No WAY is that happening. You are staying here [Y/N], even if I have to tie you down," Pete said, strictly.

"But-"

"You aren't leaving here and that's final," Pete stated.

I crossed my arms and stomped off into mine and Pete's room. There was no way that I was gonna stay here. Just as I started to think of a plan to escape, I heard the click of the door lock. Just great, now I was trapped. Our windows boarded up since sunlight wasn't the best thing for us. I remembered that I probably had the strength to break down the door so I backed up and rammed myself into the door, shoulder first. It didn't work and now I was sitting against the door with an injured shoulder.

"You're not getting out of here tonight babe, I'm sorry, but it's for your own safety. I love you, always remember that." Pete said sweetly.

"I love you too," I mumbled.

"See you soon," he said cheerily.

The day seemed to drag, I mean wouldn't it if you were stuck in a room all day, alone? All day I had to listen to Pete, Patrick, Andy and Joe discuss their plan. Before it got dark, I heard them leave with all their weapons and gear. Ready to defeat the vampires, once and for all. This was going to be a long night, I thought to myself as I lied on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

I ended up falling asleep for an hour, when I was awoken by the front door opening. Great, the guys were back.

Then I heard it. The crash. They were throwing things around, breaking furniture. What the hell? This wasn't the guys at all. Fuck.

I listened as they opened every door to every room, until they got to mine. The door wouldn't budge. Then they got violent.

"Open the door right now," the man commanded.

I hoped that if I stayed still enough, he wouldn't be able to tell that I was there and he'd leave.

"I can smell you in there and you might want to breathe more quietly before you pretend that you're not there. If you open the door and join us, we'll spare the lives of your friends," he stated.

I gasped. "I can't come out, I was locked in, please please please don't kill them," I begged.

"That's not what I wanted to hear, I hope you had a nice life. Break it down boys," he said.

Within 5 seconds and 3 huge bangs later. The door came crashing down, and I was huddled in a corner, sobbing uncontrollably. I knew this was it. All I could think of was Pete.

The leader grabbed me by my hair and I yelped.

"You know, I would've considered keeping you alive, but you wouldn't even put up a fight, you're useless," he scoffed, as he retrieved the stake from his coat.

"It's such a shame that I have to do this, you really are very pretty," he said, smugly as he drove the stake through my heart. Leaving me to bleed out and die.

Pete's POV

What a bust. Not one vampire showed up to the bar. Did our source lie to us? Was it a trick? Well, as long as the vampires stayed away from [Y/N] and I. We'd be fine. I can't wait to get home to her.

I unlocked the door as the rest of the guys chatted amongst themselves. I opened the door to see that the living room was trashed, like someone broke into the house. [Y/N]!

"[Y/N]! [Y/N]!" I shouted but received no response.

I immediately ran to our room only to find the door wide open and I panicked. My eyes scanned the room, until it stopped, on [Y/N]'s lifeless body. If my heart was still beating, it would've stopped. I ran over to [Y/N], layed her in my lap and I tried to talk to her to get her to wake up.

"C'mon babe, you've gotta get up, you're not dead, you're not dead, you're okay, we're okay, please be okay," I pleaded. "NO, YOU'RE NOT DEAD, PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD!" I silently cried into her chest.

Just then, Joe, Andy and Patrick froze when they reached the doorway and took in their surroundings. Andy was the first to walk over and try to comfort me.

"Pete, I'm sorry but she's gone."

"No, no she's not, she's fine, she's just-"

I couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing uncontrollably. I just lost the love of my life and it was all my fault.

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