• Chapter 1

    Damien was walking down a dark hallway. He had black hair, green eyes; he wore a lot of make-up and black clothing. Today he was wearing black baggy pants with chains all over it. He was wearing a black dress shirt and big black boots. His hair was naturally black and it was a bit shorter than shoulder length. His hair was kept messy. He had just left his older brothers funeral and he was walking outside. Damien killed his brother because he wouldn’t sell him any weed. That pissed him off so he grabbed a knife and repeatedly stabbed him to death. Damien was addicted to drugs and he was also an alcoholic. He liked to walk alone in the dark cemeteries. He was warned that vampires roamed the graveyards and dark alleyways killing everyone they see. Damien didn’t care. He liked vampires and he wanted to become one. Damien liked death. He was just entering the cemetery when he heard the sound of wings flapping. He just ignored it and took out a pack of cigarettes.
    He was walking past a tombstone that read ‘Xavier Vandort’ 1925-1940. Beloved husband and son. Suddenly, Damien saw a dark figure standing in the distance.
    “Who are you?” Damien asked. The figure started to move closer. Damien decided to ignore it and start walking away. He looked back and the figure was gone. Damien turned to look ahead. The figure was right in front of him. In a swift movement, the figure grabbed Damien and bit his neck. It turned out the figure was a vampire.