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A Little History
Chapter #1





You know those stories that start off with a cute shy girl in school, starts to like a guy who’s mysterious and possibly is a vampire then ends up he is a vampire? Well this story isn’t like that. This is a mostly true story about myself, only my boyfriend isn’t a vampire, I am.

I had a rough childhood. I was always the shy little blonde girl who liked to draw instead of read until it was recess. I was never the popular girl, unless you think the popular girl is the one who everyone but the few nerds made fun of. I was normally the target of all the bullies, I honestly think its because I never was a bully. I never liked mean people so I was never really mean to other people. Every year in elementary school I pretty much had 1 good friend and like 4 just plain friends. I don’t even know why I had a good turn out for my birthday parties. From 2nd grade to about 6th my friend Sahara was my best friend. We still talk now its just been a while. Even if me and her haven’t talked in months every time we hung out we always acted as if nothing has ever changed. Every year in elementary school was the same, I was picked on everyday, had very few friends, never did my work unless I could draw, until 6th grade. I still remember the day like it happened yesterday, only it was about 5 years ago.

It was right after church, it was the Christmas special, I guess you could call it. My mom and I had just kicked off our shoes and we were gonna watch a little tv like we always had. My mom looked upset, I don’t really remember what she said before these exact words but…
“Mom, your not gonna get a divorce are you?”
“Brooke, I want one.”

The words have been etched in my mind ever since. I was only 11 when my mom said this. Christmas was really awkward that year, since that night after church my dad was sleeping on the couch. I felt everything was fine on that day, none of our problems seem to matter that day. I actually thought everything was fine, only my dad was still sleeping on the couch.

New years day, my mom had me help my dad grab all his junk and put it in his car so he could move out. I surprised myself that I didn’t cry that day, not even after he pulled away, although I cried every other day.

I was just becoming a teenager, I turned 12 that February. I still saw my dad a lot, his new apartment was pretty much across the street from my school, it was nice also that my best friend Ha-Young (she is Korean) lived close to his apartment too. When my dad wasn’t around I would hang with her and her family, they really seemed to like me, especially her baby brother when my cell rang. He would always dance to it, it was really cute.

6th was also the year I discovered I was bisexual. My friend Chelsea and I looked at some things online and we tried it and liked it and we ended up dating. We dated other guys so people wouldn’t have known. We didn’t date long, I don’t even remember how long it was, but she wasn’t very nice so it didn’t bug me much that we weren’t talking any more.

7th grade wasn’t interesting, I had my first kiss, (I liked to take things slow with my life, keep my innocence a little longer than others) dated a few very wrong-for-me guys. Did bad in school like every other year, (I still don’t know how I made it into high school when everyone else did).

8th grade was the interesting year though, this is when everything went down hill. The summer before the school year started my mom got engaged. His name was Phil Harlan. He worked with my grandma for year, I used to have to go to her office after school cause my mom was working. So I knew him before my mom did, and my grandma, and my grandpa, and my moms sister. Pretty much the whole family. She started working there when I was 8, and that’s when she met him. I was cool with it for a while, till the wedding came.

I was dating my first love, Jack. We were on and off like clock work, pretty much every 4 weeks for 5 months. My mom didn’t even have to ask what I was crying about after the 3rd time. The wedding was the day before Thanks Giving. It was very small at the Mormon church. Oh yeah I grew up Mormon, I hated it. That weekend I moved into the Harlan house. Right away is when the fighting between me and Phil’s sons started. Patrick was a year older, Ryan was a junior. They both were all jocked out, they played football and basketball, did well in school, blah blah blah, every cheerleaders heart throb.

At first Patrick told all the girls in my grade to be my friends. They were the popular group so I really had no problem with it. I was popular for about 2 months. Everyone wanted to hang with me and go shopping and all that popular blonde valley girl bull shit that all 13 year olds go though. Right before my birthday everyone’s true colors shown. They were playing charades outside during lunch, I followed to see what they were doing.

“Hey everyone guess who I am! ‘Bitch, bitch, bitch, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m a whore I like to get with everyone and make them pay for it!’” Abby Kinder was her name. She was the short leader, I don’t know why everyone loved her.

“Oh I know, your Brooke!” Mallory said right after Abby.

Right then and there I knew I was going to have a better life than them, I knew they were going places I did not want to go and I wanted to find out who I was. I was constantly miserable with my new brothers constantly being ass holes and I was pissed off my mom had moved on so quickly, and Jack and I and finally broken up for the last time. I started to wear darker clothes and hang out with the goth people. Mostly I hung out with the not so popular people, the people you look at and think their the popular crowd till you see the real one. I was feeling more comfortable in black then I was in anything else, I still wore pink but I was really aiming for black. No not because it was cool but I was just plain more comfortable.

This girl Bianca took me to her friends house 1 night, Bianca was one of the goths I hung out with. It was nothing special it was just a few people chillin. I was lucky that wasn’t a day I wore pink. There was this really cute guy there, I thought I could get to know him a little and maybe make him my next boyfriend. We talked and everyone had gone to the other room and we were alone. My life changed forever as soon as that last person left.

He kissed me, we got passionate even though we had just met, it was almost like he was drinking me in. He went for my neck and kissed me in that 1 spot that just sends chills through your body. He stopped for a moment and looked at me with the most evil grin I had ever seen. He had vampire fangs. I hadn’t noticed them before, I thought maybe he put them in to turn me on or something. He went back to kissing my neck, it felt amazing. Then it didn’t feel so amazing. It actually hurt, it wasn’t like I just stubbed my toe or skinned my knee. He bit me so hard I bled. I felt my neck, blood rushed out of my neck like a bunch of goths running after Marilyn Manson though a mall. No one heard my scream when it happened, and I could tell that he knew no one heard. I tried to get away from him but I fell dizzy, like I was gonna pass out like a freshman in collage who never drank before. He went back for more blood, I thought I was going to die that night.

I woke up in the graveyard that was closest to my house, witch really isn’t that close, its like an hour walk. I was all alone, I had this thirst that I had never experienced before, like I was going to die if I didn’t get what I was craving. I was still feeling dizzy, but I felt like all my senses were a lot stronger than they every were. The moon was full, the air was moist, the cars were missing on the main road. There was a clock on the corner across from the grave yard, I looked over to see what time it was to see if I was going to get in trouble with my mom. The clock was blank. I was one of those digital clocks some banks have outside. I looked again, it was blank. I would have looked at my cell phone but I didn’t have it on me.

I heard a sound from behind the tree I was near. I stood up to see what it was, I thought it may have just been a squirrel, it was a nut tree after all. As soon as I got my balance back he was leaning against the tree drinking from a bottle. It wasn’t a beer bottle, it looked like a bottle you would see in a witch movie or something. I stood frozen with fear.

“What did you do to me?” I said.

“I gave you a gift.”

“What gift? And why me?”

“I can read souls, I read yours, I know everything about you everything you’ve been though everyone you know and every person you have forgotten. With the troubles you have been though I knew you needed this.” He said in a deep voice that made me want to melt.

“That still doesn’t tell me what you did to me.”

“I told you, I gave you a gift.”

“Can you tell me what this gift is?”

“Drink this” he put the bottle in front of me. “This will explain everything.”

I was hesitant, who wouldn’t be in this situation?

“What is it? I don’t drink.”

“Its not alcohol. Its got a fruity taste, it’ll clear up everything.”

I looked at him like he was crazy. He had just but a huge chunk out of my neck and he expects me to drink something in a crazy looking bottle? I was curious. I took the half empty bottle and took a drink of it. I didn’t believe it, my craving was gone, but I wanted more. I took another drink and he took the bottle away.

“Do you understand now? I made you into a vampire. That was my blood, the first thing a vampire does when they are bitten is drink the blood of the one who bit them, it makes them pure hearted and pure blooded.”

“Vampires aren’t real. Their-“

“Vampires are very real,” he interrupted. “There are more in the world than you would think. Unfortunately all the rumors are true about vampires. No garlic, no sunlight, steak though the heart shit, you gotta drink blood, live forever, never age, yatta, yatta.

“I would have never guessed, so can I turn into a bat and shit?”

“Yeah. Every vampire has their special talent, mine is to read souls. Hopefully you will learn yours soon before they come.” He sat on a grave stone.

“Whose ‘they’?”

“If you don’t meet them its nothing to worry about. Keep it secret. There is a blood bank on Union and Evergreen, go to the bus with the stupid blood cells on it and nock on the door, but only do it between midnight and 4 am when you need to sustain yourself. A vampire does the night watch for that place. His name is Victor. He's a real shy person, he really doesn’t like to talk much.” I sat on a grave stone next to the one he was sitting on.

“So will I ever see you again?” I asked hoping maybe someday he could be my vampire boyfriend. He did change me after all.

“I'm afraid not. I was called to council in Romania. Although I would love to see you again, you look so beautiful in the moon light. Maybe one day I will call you to council.”

“So since your leaving, who will I have to tell me about vampires and stuff? I clearly can't learn it from movies.”

“Victor will tell you, or maybe another vampire you meet.”

“So do I have to walk around holding a mirror to people to see if their a vampire?”

“I'm sure you’ll meet some while going to meet with Victor. He doesn’t really ask questions, he’ll ask what type you want, say your new and he’ll give you the best kind for new vampires.”

I took a min to register all the new info I had just received, I looked at the moon for a quick moment and saw a bat fly in the moonlight. I turned to look back at the dreamy guy to ask him more questions, but he was gone, I was left on my own to figure out everything myself. I never even got his name.