The Life of a Teenage Vampire by Cody Brinkerhoff (reading well .TXT) 📖

looked at me and smiled that smile was captivating it drew me in and all I could do was ask her who she was. She said her name was Rose but to my surprise she hugged me and said I haven’t seen you in so long which caught me off guard because I did not know who I was and she did. We sat down next to a tree and she began to talk to me like I was someone she knew for a long time so I began to believe that maybe she knew me before I lost my memory so I asked her what my name was. She looked at me like I was crazy and then she started giggling and said that my name was Chris. When she told me I opened the journal which was blank for some reason and I wrote a note to myself that said remember that my name is Chris and this girl’s name is Rose. As I began talking to her she kept giving me information about myself like how my favorite color was blue and I was seventeen years old. I began to really like this girl the way she treated me. I figured I could trust her and then she started talking about her past. It was a dark past and she has been put through a lot of pain so I made a silent oath to protect this girl. I began to feel a sharp pain in my side and I woke up in the hospital dazed and confused was that all just a dream I began to ask myself. I looked around but Rose was nowhere to be found. A doctor came in and said it’s about time you woke up you have been asleep for several days son. I was sent home that day wondering what happened and if Rose actually was real or only a girl from a dream I hope she was real. When I arrived at the place these strange people said I call home I was hesitant but I needed to find out my past I went in and to my surprise it was empty except a computer was on the desk already open to some site. I became curious and went over to the desk and typed in Rose and I was overjoyed when I seen the girl from my dream was real. I decided to send her a message and she replied almost instantly saying in a scared but happy voice THANK GOD YOUR BACK the last time I talked to you was three days ago on here… I began to realize maybe it was a dream and she was in it because I did not remember talking to her on this I thought it was in person. We began talking and she was telling me I looked cute and I began to blush and she just started giggling. We talked for what seemed like hours when she said she had to go and surprised me when she said I love you. I was completely caught off guard and started blushing so bad I must of looked like a tomato and all I could manage to say was I love… before I became speechless she giggled so hard. After she left I wrote in the journal “Dear Journal this girl is amazing I think I love her.”
The Day of Recollection

The day after I met Rose on the internet I began to think and wonder that dream felt so real how could it have been just a dream. I decided I had to find that amulet to see if it was really a dream or not. I looked around this house until I found the laundry room and I rooted through all the pants and shorts basically anything with a pocket trying to find the amulet from my dream. All in vain I am afraid there was no amulet so then I decided to explore “my” house to see if there is anything to help me remember. There were many things upstairs but only one thing looked familiar a small orange container. I do not know why it looked familiar but I knew if I recognized it but didn’t know how I should probably take it with me so I put it in my pocket and went back downstairs. I wanted to see if Rose recognized it but she was not online so I went outside and to my surprise there was a small box right outside the door. I picked up the box and took it inside wondering what it was so I went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife to open the box and as I cut the tape and opened the box and looked inside it had a torn shirt and a crusty bloody rag with a note. The note said, “If you want to find out who you are put on the shirt and smell the rag you will find out soon enough.” I really wanted to know who I was so I followed the instructions I put on the shirt it was fine in the front but the back had three tears in a parallel row as if claw marks or something. When I smelled the rag I became very light headed and passed out when I awoke I was surrounded by many people and it was dark out. I asked where am I and at that point a girl came up to me and said, “Your home again Azazel.” I became worried and told them you must have the wrong person my name isn’t Azazel its Chris. They laughed and explained to me Chris is your human name. It did not take long for me to realize they were telling me there is more to me than being human. At this point the girl gave me a small tablet and told me to take it and I will remember. I really wanted to remember so I swallowed the pill and to my amazement all these people looked vaguely familiar. I began to spurt out s….s….Sarah? I had no idea how I knew her name but she smiled and said, “Welcome back Azazel.” And then it hit me and unknowingly I yelled out, “Holy shit I’m a vampire.” Everyone in the room laughed and that’s when I realized I said it out loud. I only remember being a vampire though the pill did not help me remember anything about being human all I know is that Chris was my human name. Still though it felt good knowing that I am getting somewhere with the hunt for my identity. Dear Journal today I found out I am not only human and my search is getting somewhere.

The Night Games

A few days after I last found any information about myself I was approached by Sarah she asked me if I knew about the Night Games I said, “No what are the Night Games?” She simply smiled and said, “The Night Games are where vampires fight each other for glory in the arena of the fallen and that’s where were going tonight.” That day she tried to prepare me for the Night Games we spent countless hours sparring and fighting until she felt I was ready I was completely oblivious to the fact that I would be participating in them until she gave me my uniform for it. Each vampire has their own uniform mine consisted of tight leather pants and a back sport undershirt that only covered my chest nothing on my arms were covered it was basically a muscle shirt. I would be participating in the rogue class which is in hind sight a beginner’s class for people who are new to the Night Games. My first opponent was a girl her arena name was Silentnight. I could see where she got the name from as she never spoke a word and she wore only black. All arena fights were one on one hand to hand combats and the match did not end until either one combatant begged for their life or was killed. Sarah chose my arena name which was Raymond which is apparently Old-German which means protecting hands. In the beginning of the fight she charged at me and she was very quick I was barely able to track her movements within moments she was right in front of me and I received a blow to the head from her knee and she was gone. I every time I seen her she was already delivering another blow to my head I started to get disoriented when I heard Sarah yell, “Don’t use your eyes she is too fast listen to her footsteps and the directions they are coming from.” I closed my eyes and began to listen and just as she said I could hear her footsteps. Quickly I thought from the right wait for her to go to strike and grab her. She jumped and came down for a finishing blow to my head and I heard the rush of wind and grabbed her arm and began to spin around as fast as I could and let go sending her straight into a tree she screamed out in pain and I knew I found my mark I opened my eyes to see her trying to get up I was still disoriented so I was not able to run I walked over to her unsteadily and grabbed her by the waist and lifted her above my head before slamming her into the tree again and again. She got desperate at this point and slashed at my neck with her sharp nails. Luckily she only nicked me and I only got a scratch. I began to punch at her stomach harder and harder until she stopped getting up and the look she had in her eyes was one of great fear she asked me to stop she has had enough. I stopped and picked her up to carry her back to the doctor to get her some help. Most would have killed her but I couldn’t do it she would not have shown me mercy but I couldn’t kill her not with the look she had in her eyes. I carried her all the way to the small tent with the Red Cross on it to get her help. As I laid her on the cot they had set up