It was a dark and stormy night. Every light in the city was out. Rats and mice scrambled to shelter in the sewers from the torrential downpours of rain. Children cowered under their blankets, while parents sat on their own beds, watching the storm with elation; the lightning cracking and the thunder rolling along the hills of the grasslands. Most people took shelter form the downpours, and heavy winds, but one, did not. }{rtlchfcs1 af1afs20 ltrchfcs0 f1fs20insrsid1593334 Taylor Blackheart walked the streets, day or night; rain or shine. He could always be found walking along the same path, from home, to school, then to work, then back home. Almost everyone in town had heard the stories; the stories of the dreaded death- No. -turn of Taylor Blackheart. Taylor was always a rather nice boy, always ate his vegetables, undoubtedly helped the neighbors. Load of fun, the stories were, they said. No big deal. Little did they know, the fun was only just beginning. Okay, now I know you are all wondering what happened to Taylor's killer? Well,no one knows who it was, exactly where it was, or exactly when it was. The only thing most people can agree upon was that it was almost certainly a man around twenty or so, and that it was possibly in another near-by state, and that it was doubtlessly late at night, due to the fact that no one heard any screams.

Chapter I

Every good story has to have a proper beginning. Therefore we will go back to the very beginning of the story. On April 22
, 1991, a young boy by the name of Taylor Blackheart was born. He lived a typical life up until his twelfth birthday. Then his whole life turned upside down. The boy, who had lived a rather sheltered life, was visited by a great-great uncle. This uncle, as he had known for a few years, was a member of a local vampire clan. On the day that the boy was visited by his uncle, everything changed. Uncle Albert, Taylor's uncle, beat the boy to a bloody pulp, then sunk his fangs deep into the prison of the boy's neck. This, being a vampire's bite; a vampire's mark turned the boy to a vampire himself. Taylor still attended school regularly, well, until the cafeteria occurrence. Once, during the 8th grade, in fifth period lunch, Taylor went crazy , killed a few sixth graders, two seventh graders, and a ninth grader. Even the best skeptics said that it was the boy's awakening. But one wasn't all too sure Syth Trunn, a 7th grader, was a young woman, whose mind had been destroyed by the belief of magic. She had sensed that it wasnrquote t his awakening, but that it was a bloodlust, a vampire's need for blood. She approached him, and looked him straight in the eyes. That day, her life changed entirely. Taylor glared back, baring his fangs. He lunged forward, sinking his fangs into the girlrquote s neck, lapping up the blood that poured from the artery. Syth just stood there, silent for a few minutes, while the crowd that had surrounded the two thickened. After a few teachers had broken the crowd, and ushered the kids back to their classrooms, they locked Taylor and Syth in the cafeteria, not wanting any others hurt.

After everyone had gone, Syth put a hand over the wound, and felt the blood still pouring out. She let out a blood-curdling scream, tears freely falling from her eyes.
par She walked over to a nearby table and just sat down, blankly staring off into space. Taylor walked over, now feeling bad about what had happened. Taylor mumbled.
"I really didn't mean to hurt anyone. Especially you. . ." He put a hand on her shoulder, and sat next to her, his face sorrowful. Syth just shrugged his hand off, and looked blankly at him. "I always knew that this would happen. But I didn' t think that that my best friend would do it to me." she said, shaking her head. "I trusted you!" came the acidic scream after a moment of silence. "I trusted you to be there for me! To never let anything happen to me!" she screamed. Taylor, by now, was backing up toward the second pair of locked doors.

Syth stood up, a plastic knife in hand. "Well, you know what?" she asked. Taylor just shrugged. "It's your turn. . ." With that, Syth just rushed forward, raising the knife high above her head, before bringing it down into Taylor's chest. Withdrawing the knife, she could've kicked herself. There was no blood coming from the wound, it was only the gash, skin, and bone. "Y- You're dead!" she screamed. "You never told me that you were...dead!" She started to back away from the boy, shaking her head again. "I thought that the vampire scene was just for attention. I thought it was all a lie. You're dead. . ." She muttered, trying to make sense of it all.

At this, Taylor just nodded. "My uncle." he muttered. "Did this to me."
"I thought your uncle was dead?"
"He is. Well, not completely, he's a vampire."
"So the vampire gene was inherited?"
"No, my uncle bit me just like I bit you before, and it turned me into a vampire"
"So now you're a blood-thirsty killer?"
"I guess so. . ."
"Well, its fine with me."
At this, Taylor froze, a blank look on his face. "Um... What?" he asked. Her face grew emotionless, from the saddened state it was in. "That's okay...You know, that you went into a bloodlust and..." She stopped, attempting to keep herself emotionless. "Turned Me"

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