My story by [The Fuzzily Psychotic Llama is Dead] Sorry if it's a bit long, it's hard for me to write short stories. (This would be a chapter normally!)
 

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Life Begins...

  I was walking down an alley in the night and saw a flash of a heavily tattooed arm and another of long hair. I grinned. I had found them finally, and knew they were heading for an alley. I drew my sword, clutching the massive chain around my neck and body with a pendant of a cross on it. The familiar weight of metal calmed me down as I stepped around the alley, knowing that they would be stuck in a dead end. There were three people, the man with tribal tattoos going all the way down his arms, a girl with fishnet stockings and shirt underneath her socks and T-shirt, and finally, my girlfriend. She was wearing the skirt I saw her in last, setting off here elegant figure like an angel, but then I saw something else. Her shoes had gone and now a spiked bracelet was wrapped around her left ankle. That only meant one thing.
  “Why?” I said in a mourning voice, dropping my sword in shock “Why did you turn into one of them?” Then she started crying.
  “I had to,” She said in sobs, “otherwise they said they would kill my parents.” I started going over to her but got stopped by the man in tattoos. His arms crossed in a defiant position. He said,
  “You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t even know about us. You shall die!”
  “I would rather die than be parted from my loved one anyway.” I said. “Wait a minute, shouldn’t you be burning from this cross?” The man just laughed.
  “You can’t harm us with crosses and holy water, that’s just nonsense. In fact, our kind made that story up so people will come armed with pointless objects.” He said with a wide grin, showing two sharp fangs. He picked up my sword and came in for the kill. He was about to swing when my girlfriend shouted out.
  “NOO! STOP!” The man halted. “There must be some other way.” She said.
  “There isn’t. He already knows too much.”
  “Wait, can I just speak to him, as a last request for him.”
  “Very well, but be quick, the night is growing old.” She came over to me and whispered something that chilled me to the core. I closed my eyes and thought about it, then said to the man,
  “There is another option, that I am willing to take if you are.” I said.
  “And that is…” Said the guy.
  “To become one of you. I then can be with my love and you don’t have to worry about me blabbing, because I’d get killed as well.” The man smiled and dropped my sword. “To become a vampire, we have to transfer blood.” He pulled out his own knife, which was bloody and unclean, and slit open his palm. He handed the knife to me, and with closed eyes, cut my palm in the same way. He held up my bleeding hand and pressed it on to his. I could feel his blood running through me and I bit my lip. Bad idea. Fangs started to grow and pierce through it. I opened my mouth in a silent scream and felt my ears getting pointier.

  When it was done, the man let do and I cooked down to find a scarred, yet completely healed hand. He offered his hand to pick me up.
  “We haven’t introduced ourselves. I’m Fang, this is Devin,” he said, pointing to the woman in fishnet stockings, “And you’re girlfriend is Falen. We have different names when we become vampires. And your name shall be… Sangre. Lets go for a stroll.”

  We walked round the town and I found I now had excellent night vision. Fang saw a wall and jumped onto it in a crouched position. I gave Jos…Falen a boost and climbed up. By that time, Devin was also up. I snuggled up next to Falen and put my arm around her.
  “Ohh, Devin and Falen sitting in a tree, K-I-S…” Said Fang.
  “Oh shut up.” I said, playfully hitting him in the chest to try and knock him off balance. He didn’t even move but Devin was leaning back and laughing. Maybe being a vampire wasn’t going to be too bad.
  “Hurry up and kiss then, we haven’t got forever.” Said Fang with irony. Then again, maybe it might be with him around.

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