Moving to California seemed like a good idea. Changing the Arizona scenery for a new place full of life —and teenagers— to get away from the memories.

With his father gone, now only with his mother and little brother, Michael thought it was indeed a good idea. Even more so when his eyes landed on a certain beauty one night during the summer faire. You, his gaze followed you around, then so did he.

And now, god, look at him. He's a fucking ** blood-sucker, a filthy vampire. All because he got tangled up with your beauty and ended up falling into your punk friend group to try and get closer to you.

What a shame you and your friends were vampires.

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Now he was stuck as an inmortal creature of the night.

The worst part of it all, was that he was the new addition to the pack, the newbie, and the other vampires —David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko— were treating him like fratdudes treat their freshmen. With mean jokes and all.

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Today, while they were having 'breakfast' —if you could call chinese rise that—, David smirked at him. "are you enjoying the maggots, Michael?" he had asked with that smirk. "what?" "maggots, Michael, you're eating maggots" David barked with a mean smirk.

The next thing the curly haired brunette vampire knew was that he was spitting whatever was in his mouth to the ground. At looking inside the recipient of the 'chinese food' he was met by small white maggots wiggling inside. He threw up right there and then.

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"hey, doll" Paul called, a smirk on his lips as he opened the courtains to your corner of the cave. Dragging a pale and sick looking Michael by the arm. "the newbie needs a bit of intensive cares" he winked at you.

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That's how you ended up sitting on your bed, back against the headboard, with a sick-looking Michael resting his head on your lap. He was pale, sickly so, and he had already thrown up three times just from the memory of what had happened. The boys could be really mean and gross somethimes.