vampire story chapter 3 part 1

When Jim woke up he felt as though a few minutes had passed. He rolled out of his bed still under the influence of a heavy slumber.
“Damn, I can’t even get some in my dreams,” he joked to himself, as he wiped sleep left over in his eyes.
A few minutes late his feet were on the floor. It was time to start the day. He didn’t know why but he had a peculiar taste in his mouth. A metallic taste iron or something like that, so he made his way to his bathroom to brush his teeth. While he brushed his teeth, spots of blood on his toothbrush startled him. “I’ll have to go see the dentist. I guess,”
Then in the reflection of the bathroom’s mirror he spotted a bit of blood caked under his fingernails. A moment of fear passed over him. He slid his finger up to where he had dreamed of being bit. He stopped cold when they slid into the holes left by the fangs. He was sure his senses were lying.
Then suddenly, a ray of sun interrupted the fear and confusion attacking his mind.
Peeking over the window seal, the morning sun started to light the room. Jim unaware moved his arm down through directly into the light.
“Shit,” he shouted as the ray burned like fire.
He felt the blister forming where he had been burned with his fingertip, and the fear began to reinstate its dominance over his mind.
“Jimmy, get a move on. You got work,” his mom shouted from somewhere else in the house.1

He stared at his sun burnt hand.
“I’m not feeling well, mom.”
He heard her coming up the stairs and darted to his bed and slid under the covers, right before she knocked on the door.
“Come in, mom,” he said in a fake sick voice.
His mother entered the room. “Are you ok?”
“I feel like crap. My head and my chest are killing me,” he then let out a cough.
“This aint a hangover is it?”
“No mom, I didn’t really drink that much, last night. I don’t know why I feel so bad.”
Then suddenly without warning the smell of fresh flowing blood invaded Jim’s senses. The aroma of his mom’s crimson flood filled his nose.
“I’ll call your job for you. You get some rest.” His mother said, as she left the room.
Jim laid in his bed, fighting a desire for the blood and a growing feeling of self hate and disgust. A fight he was slowly losing. He tossed and turned thinking of how is life was ruined. His own thoughts would mock him with the things he was going to lose. He had already lost any beautiful summer days for the rest of his life.
Suddenly, Katie’s ringtone blared from his phone. He ignored it, as he grew nauseous knowing he would lose the girl he loved
Then a burst of resolve and determination came over him. He suddenly sprang out of bed. “I can beat this damn thing.” Got his laptop. “There has to be cures on the Internet.” 2

Jim spent the day googling for vampire cures, but all his scrolling clicking and searching found nothing useful. There were pages and pages explaining cures for vampirism in video games. A few cures were impossible to obtain. And a few people even cursed him out, because he was looking for a cure.
Around two or three, his mom brought him a light lunch. He had for got how hungry he was and quickly devoured the meal. Protected from the sun, he felt pretty good and wondered if he could become a night person. He tried to think of scenarios that didn’t sound silly, in his head, that he could keep the things he held dear in life but still avoid the sun. Even knowing his life was ruined; he was surprised how good he felt at the moment.
When the sun had completely disappeared and Jim knew everyone in his house was sound asleep, he snuck out his window. He shimmied his way down a drainpipe, hanging down the side of his house. He was a block away running through the streets, when he realized how quickly an easily he was moving. The darkness engulfed him like a blanket. The night was soothing and therapeutic.
He eventually found his way to a local nature park and a walking path that wound through a small forest of trees. He allowed himself to slow down and walk through this oasis of nature. This was the first time he had been the only one here. The first time he had been here at night. He heard the sounds of animals sleeping; He fought the cravings he got from the scent of their blood. He scanned over the forest and easily caught sight of a raccoon he had already sniffed out. The night was becoming so clear; he was beginning to see more clearly than he could during the day. Then for the first time all day a smile crossed his face. This was pretty amazing.
A sense that the sun would be coming up soon eventually overtook him, and he darted home. He loved the way he could move now a speed an agility he had never possessed, but his want for blood was turning into a craving. He was beginning to fear if it got worse he would not be able to control himself.
After easily getting back in through his window, he made sure his room was sun proof for the morning.3


I guess I’m solar phobic,” he joked with himself as he crawled into bed, for a short nap.
The day came fast, but the light did not wake him. He had done well on keeping it out. The now familiar smell of his mother’s blood is what stirred him out of slumber. He thought of anything and everything he could think of to get the cravings out of his mind. The smell was so much stronger than even when he had went to sleep a few hours ago.
“Damn, why is she standing right outside my door,” he said to himself.
“May I help you,” he called out loud to the door.
There was no answer. He slid out of bed and slowly tip toed over the door. His hand reached the knob, and he took hold and slowly began to turn. Then swiftly swung the door open!
“Why are you…”
The hall was empty. The scent of blood and craving of blood was becoming almost overwhelming. Paying attention to his other senses, he heard the sounds of his mother in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He felt sick to his stomach, as he now knew she was on the other side of the house.
Then the smell of breakfast foods ever so slightly started to mix with the blood scent. His stomach growled and he automatically made a note of the last time he had food at lunch the previous day. He allowed himself a slight chuckle. He may have been starving, but he was quite pleased he still needed food. He felt at least a little bit of normalcy remained in him.
Suddenly he heard his mother’s feet walking across the living room carpet. He knew she was headed to the stairs. He ran back into his room and jumped into bed. He waited listening and smelling her get closer and closer. He put on his “I’m so sick face. When she got right outside the door his mother knocked.
“Jimmy, are you awake? Are you feeling any better honey?” she asked through the door.
“Yeah, I’m awake, mom. I just threw up. I still feel like crap,” he replied.
“Oh poor baby, I just made some breakfast. Would you like to try to eat a little something or wait?”
He was starving, but he knew he needed to keep up his act of being sick.
“I’ll try to eat some fruit if we have any.”
“We got a little. I’ll bring it up.”
“Thank you.”
Jim slipped out of his clothes down to his briefs. When his mother came back with the fruit he was already standing behind the door, and he opened it as soon as she knocked.
“I’m sorry,” he said knowing he had surprised her. “I don’t feel like getting dressed,” he explained, as he hid himself and his room behind the door.
“That’s ok. I’ll make sure to knock,” she said.4

He waited for his mom to leave, Jim devoured the bowl of fruit a mix of mainly strawberries and bananas. These were normally his favorites, but they were bland and tasteless. The thing he craved was blood and what made him sick and disgusted was that he craved his on mother’s blood.
He walked over to his window with a blanket wrapped around him to shield him from any rays that might leak through the blinds covering the window. He dropped the blanket. A few stripes of sun singed his chest. He grimaced but did not cry out. He took hold of a string connected to the blinds; one good yank of the string would send the blinds upwards and expose him full to the sun.
The debate raged in his mind. Would this be wrong? Would it work? He was starting to doubt if he could control himself for much longer. He knew he would hurt someone eventually.
“I’ll sacrifice myself for the ones I love.”
He started to pull the string.
Then let go and crumpled to the floor disgusted with how much of how frightened he was to do what was right.5


The night came slow, and Jim’s mind continued to dwell on his failure and the horrible outcomes that now await him and those he loved.
When the sun finally vanished and he was sure his mother was asleep, Jim took off into the night. He dashed through the streets, sprinting to the park. He wanted to get away from the populated areas. He was losing control.
At the park, he left the paved pathway almost as soon as he stepped on to it. He darted through the forest, artfully dodged trees, and leaped any obstacle in his way. The night air rejuvenated him. If not for the scent of blood nearly dragging him to its source, he would have felt good. Somewhere in the forest he jumped up and grabbed a branch, then swung to a near by branch soon he was swinging branch to branch not letting his feet touch the ground.
In the middle of a swing, He flew right under a possum. The scent filled his lungs and he lost control. He needed to feed on the creature. He instinctively knew it was too high for him to reach, but he leaped on the trunk of the tree directly ahead of him. His foot planted on a knot in the bark he catapulted himself skyward high into the air. At the top of his accent he grabbed a branch. He knew he was close to his meal. He easily pulled himself up, so he stood on the branch he was holding. He was now at eyelevel with the possum. He leaped through the air, grabbed the soon to be snack and fell to the ground. His body jarred with impact when it hit the ground.
The small beast put up a useless struggle, while Jim went in for his first bite. He pierced the animal’s flesh with his teeth. The animal let out a cry and Jim sucked a little substance for the thing inside of him. He bit again trying for more blood. After a few attempts he finally found a major artery and sucked the animal dry. When finished, he flung the corpse as far as he could in disgust. He then sat down and exhaled in relief.6

The walk home was filled with self-doubt an internal debate. Jim wondered if he could get by this way. There was part of him that was disgusted by what he had just done, but he had needed to. He had to or he knew he would have went insane and hurt the people he cared about.
'I just did what I had to do. Animals do it all the time. I’m not a freaking animal though. Well at least I didn’t hurt my mom or anybody else. I think I know what it’s like to be a crack head.'