The Girl Who Was a Vampire by Amber Beck (good books to read TXT) 📖

Chapter 1 Brystal

I sighed. Moving back to the old town I had lived in one hundred years ago. Same house, just old and ageing, unlike me, who’s family built it. Wondering what I am? I am a vampire. Think it’s crazy? It’s true. One hundred years ago, at the age of fifteen, me and my family moved from England to live in America. We built a house in Colorado and lived there in peace for half a year. Three days before my 16th birthday, we got attacked. A monster. After destroying my family, leaving their body’s crippled and bloody, it turned its bloodred eyes on me. But for some reason, it didn’t destroy me, it let me become a monster, like it. The town thought me a murderer. It chased me from my home. I thought it would have destroyed our house, but they did not. Maybe out of respect for my family. I never dared to go back. Not just because of the villagers, but because of fear for the monster……trying not to be like the monster, I made myself hunt animals instead of humans. It worked, but human blood was still hard for me to be around. 

  I followed my usual routine, get a job, parents dead, go to school until I graduate. Move. 

I sighed and went inside. 2.1 seconds everything was up and put away. It was great. I smiled. I missed this house more than I could bare. Even after all the horrible things that had happened, I still loved it; I did help build it. My first day at school was tomorrow. I was to hunt tonight before I went, a lot of humans is REALLY hard for a hungry vampire (Or so it is for me. I have never met a fellow besides the vampire that made me.) 

I opened my back door. I jumped ten feet in the air and landed in the middle of the forest. I took off. Faster than the speed of light. Nothing could compare to... to this feeling. The wonderful indescribable feeling of...of...of...freedom. Now for my senses. I planted my feet in the ground, my feet piercing the soil. I inhaled. Soil, moist rich soil. Trees. Ants crawling on the trees. Too small. I inhaled deeper, opened my range. I snapped my eyes open. Fox. And her cubs. I took off. Jumping over boulders, dogging trees, and flipping over creeks. Then I slowed my speed, and got down on my hands and knees, creeping closer to the small hole in the ground. I could hear them moving. I used my eyes to spot an escape hole; foxes usually have those in case they get attacked. Time for the chase. I went to the first hole and yelled. The mother ran out, trying to distract me from her cubs. Those were for later. I ran. She took off, but her speed could not be compared to mine, and it was over within seconds. Locking my jaw around her neck, I drank gratefully. 

Leaving her dead body for other animals to eat, I went after her cubs. Taking comfort in the fact they were not humans, I chased them out also. I hated to kill anything. But it was better them than humans. I left their body’s next to their mother, out of respect. 

“Thank you for your food. I thank you deeply.” I murmured to them, then ran back to the house. 

I closed the door behind me and looked around. I looked in the mirror in the halfway and saw I was covered in blood. Hating myself, I went and took a shower. 

 

Chapter 2 Xavier

 

“Xavier! Come eat dinner sweetie!” My mom called.

“Coming!” I yelled back. I closed my math book, grateful to be doing ANYTHING than Algebra. I opened my door and walked downstairs. My whole family was sitting at the table, waiting for me. 

 

“What are we eating?” I asked. 

 

“Spaghetti!” My sister yelled gratefully. I laughed. My sister really likes spaghetti. I sat down and started to eat. 

 

“Did you hear someone bought the old Masons house?” My dad asked my mom.

 

“Really, who?” She asked.

 

“Some teenager, she has no parents apparently, so we let her pass with a small rent. She will be going to school with you Xavier.” Dad said. My dad sold houses for a living.

 

“What’s her name?” I asked. 

 

“Brystal Evens.” Dad said. Then I got super confused. 

 

“Dad, I thought you couldn’t live on your own until you 18?” I said.

 

“You can. But you have to be from a different state, or country.” Dad said. Cool, a foreigner. I ate my food thoughtfully. I wonder why she would move from far away without any family. I would love that. No one to tell you what to do. Could go anywhere you want. I sighed. Not me though. I am stuck with algebra. I finished my food and went back upstairs, to finish my algebra. I could not wait to meet this new girl. Maybe she would be pretty. I smiled at this thought, 

 

Finishing my algebra, I called my best friend Luke. 

 

“Sup bro.” I said.

 

“Nothing, what about you.” He said.

 

“I just found out someone bought the old Mason house.” I said.

 

“Really, who?” He asked, all excited. The reason he was excited was because of the crazy story about what happened there. A long time ago, when the house was first built, the family who built it got murdered. They whole town said that the 15-year-old daughter did it. They chased her out of the house, and no one knows what happened to her. 

 

“Some girl named Brystal Evens. She is our age and going to our school. Apparently, she can live there because she is from a different state or something.” I said. 

 

“Cool, maybe she is hot.” Luke said.

“Dude, not all girls are just for dating.” I said, blushing because that was the same thought I had. 

 

“Whatever.” He said. I rolled my eyes. Luke had his own way of thinking. I knew the first time he saw the new girl he would try to get her number. I knew I was going to laugh and be embarrassed at the same time. I was going to laugh because He would be stupid in the process. I was going to be embarrassed because I knew I would be associated with him. 

 

“Wanna play Dragon’s fire?” He asked. 

 

“You know my mom won’t let me, it’s a school night.” I said. 

 

“Fine, then see you tomorrow.” He said and hung up. I sighed. Luke was…. Luke. But that’s why we were friends. 

Chapter 3 Brystal

 

I waited for the sun to shoot its first rays through my window. Then I went to the closet and got dressed. I did it at human speed because I hated to have lots of time left over because then I have nothing to do but wait. I bought a phone, but I don’t really use it. It is more of a prop. After I was dressed and ready, I grabbed my backpack. After all the backpacks I have owned, this one was my favorite. It was black with red kisses all over it. It really said 20th century teenager. It also was so me. I went outside, even though it was still half an hour before the bus came. I could walk, but that would be so suspicious. Walking 10 blocks to the school, was not human. I sat on the porch and closed my eyes. Mornings were my favorite time of day. All the smells were so fresh and nice. I breathed in, making mental notes on what I was smelling, and hearing. Squirrel. I could hear its chattering. Scampering up a tree. I smiled. A small rabbit was jumping around, playing a game, it sounded like. Nature was so beautiful. Then I heard it. Something that was not an animal. I snapped my eyes open and felt a rush of relief. A boy my age was walking down the sidewalk. He had jet black hair and the tips were died fire flame red. He had deep brown eyes. He was…. kind of cute. He glanced over at the house and then looked at me. I could hear his heart start beating faster. Grabbing my backpack, I walked up to him. 

 

“Hello, my name is Brystal.” I said. Blood flushed into his cheeks, making him blush. 

 

“H-hello.” He stammered. “My name is Xavier.”

 

“Are you going to the high school bus stop?” I asked.

 

“Yes.” He said. Staring at his shoes.

 

“Could I follow you? I don’t know where I am going.” I said.

 

“Sure.” He said, still staring at his shoes. 

 

We started walking, and I was staring at him, wondering why he was so shy. He didn’t know who I really was. Just some new girl. 

 

“So, um, is the school really nice?” I asked, trying to make small talk. Xavier looked up and made a small smile.

 

“Yes, it’s nice place.  We have a good team, (I am on it) and we also have nice classrooms and cafeteria and stuff. He said.

 

“Cool, I can’t wait.” I said. We stopped at the end of the block. I was mentally and physically preparing myself for being around all those people. Me eating last night will help a great deal. 

Xavier looked at me curiously.

 

 I must have had a weird look on my face, because he said, “Are you okay?”

 

“Yeah, why?” I asked.

 

“You had a funny look on your face.” He said. 

 

“Yes, I am just, concentrating on something.” I said.

 

“Can I ask what?” He said nervously. I laughed. I had not done that in a long time.

 

“I just get nervous around lots of people. To put it nicely.” I said. More like, nervous I will ripe out everyone’s throat.  We stood in silence until the bus came. I took a deep breath, and climbed aboard.

Chapter 4 Xavier