Chapter 1

After the second time, I knew I was cursed with darkness. The
second time. The second time of what? Well, the second time my
relationship has gone downhill. Worse than that actually. For the
usual girl at the age of 15, their boyfriend breaks up with them.
Well, for me, my boyfriends die. Yup. They die.
When I was 12, I had my first boyfriend. His name was Adam. We
were immensely in love since third grade, but neither of us really
wanted to say anything. But in seventh grade, Adam had the guts
I didn’t have and asked me out. When he did, I thought I was
going to faint. But thank God, I didn’t. On our third date, he kissed
me. My first kiss. The most wonderful thing ever. We left the
movie theater and waited outside for his mother to take us to his
house. But of course, after we got in the car, a drunken dumbass
bashed into Adam’s mom’s minivan and killed him. His mother
had a few broken bones, and I was fine. I cried for 2 weeks
straight, no lie. I couldn’t go to school for 5 days, and when I went
back, I was sent home because I couldn’t stop crying. I never
called Adam’s mom, nor did I ever think about him. I couldn’t
forget though. I was single for 3 years.
So recently, I discovered a new boyfriend. He was 16. He had a
car. Yay. He was so beautiful! His name was Jake. I always
thought he was cute, but one day I really looked at him and
thought he was H-O-T HOT! One random day at school, he asked
me out. I nodded, not able to talk and ran to the bathroom and
squealed like an idiot. I calmed down, went back to Jake and we
exchanged phone numbers so he could call me after school. We
went on our first date at a restaurant whose parking lot was
across the street from the place. I had the best night ever, and so
did he. Until we left, and he crossed the street and got hit by a
car. And died. This wonderful experience happened yesterday. I
couldn’t move. Well, if you called collapsing to the ground and
crying and rolling around holding your body together moving,
then yeah. That’s what I did.
And thus, I am Emo.
And right now I am in my bed, covers on top of me and drowning
in my own tears. I promised myself that I would never fall in love
ever again, because it would only get the one I loved killed. I got
out of my bed for once, and walked to the bathroom where the
scissors were. I saw people cut on television, and they did it
because they were majorly depressed. Well, I wouldn’t call myself
happy-go-lucky right now, so I took the scissors, placed one of the
blades on my forearm, and swiped it across the vein. For the first
few seconds, I didn’t see any blood or feel any pain. Then, about 8
seconds later, I felt the pain and saw the blood. But weird enough,
the slice on my arm closed rapidly. I did it again and cut deeper.
This time I felt the pain and saw blood almost immedietly. But
then the cut closed and left no scar. I threw the scissors on the
floor, freaked out, and ran to my room.
“What the hell?!” I screeched and collapsed onto my floor. My
body shook with sobs. “Why the fuck do I have to be cursed? Why
me? Why 2? Why does God want me to suffer? Why?!” I stood up
and walked out of my house. No one was home. Thank God.
The sun was blinding. But that’s how it has always been in the
sunny streets of Miami, Florida. But today, it was more shining. I
shrugged it off and ran 3 blocks to the only dark place I knew of. It
was an abandoned house that nobody has lived in for 20 years.
The rumor is that the family who lived here were all serial killers,
—even the children—and they eventually killed themselves.
Except for one: The father. He never left the house again, and
now from said rumors, he haunts the place, and his ghost will kill
anyone who walks in. But, I am one for the adventures, so one
day I walked in, and nothing happened. So now, I go there
whenever I need to be alone. And now, i need to be alone.
I was walking to the house, when a man was walking his dog. I
was drawn to him. Not by crushing on him (Gross! He’s like 42!),
but by something. I walked closer to him, and my throat burned. I
walked a few feet closer and a scent overwhelmed me. It was the
man. He smelled so good! Like he smelled almost mouthwatering!
Yes! He smelled mouthwatering! I took one more step towards
him, and my mouth started to feel different. I ignored it and
chomped on the man’s neck. I sucked his blood and then realized
what I was doing. I stopped immedietly and the man collapsed on
the cement floor. His dog ran away.
I ran to the house in tears, and I felt the difference in my mouth. I
stopped running and put my index finger against my teeth. One of
them was sharp. I pulled my finger out of my mouth and gasped.
“No…it can’t be….V-Vampires don’t exist…a-and I wasn’t bitten.”
I stuttered, not believing what the hell was happening to me.
Am I a vampire? I walked into the abandoned house and went
into the dark, cobwebbed bathroom. There was a mirror there,
but it was cracked. Whatever. I walked in front of it, and saw my
reflection.
“Jesus tap-dancing Christ on Jeopardy!”
My natural brown hair was black, my tanned Italian skin was
pale-white, I had fangs, and my hazel-green eyes were ice blue.
My skin and fangs turned back to human-like. It must’ve been the
killing that did that to my skin and teeth. But how the hell am I a
vampire?! I sighed, internally freaking out. I got out of the
abandoned house and ran home.
When I reached my house, my mom’s car was in the driveway.
“Mom.” I said when I got into the house.
“Yes Ember?”
“Look at me.”
She turned around and saw me. She gasped. “Honey, what
happened to you?”
“I-I think…I think I’m a vampire.” I stuttered, not sure what to
think.
“Honey, I TOLD you not to read Twilight! You now think you’re a
vampire like those Cullens. You’re not. You’re a human. Now why
are your eyes blue, and your hair dark?”
I read the Twilight series, yes. and O MAH GAWD was it good!
Ember Hallow + Edward Cullen = LOVE. Ember Hallow + Jacob
Black = MURDER. Ember Hallow + Bella Swan = SERIAL KILLING.
EDWARD IS MINE! Ok? Ok.
“I told you. I think I’m a vampire. A man was walking his dog,
and I attacked him because he smelled so good.”
“Then, why aren’t you attacking me?”
“Hmm…I dunno. Maybe I already fed, and the bloodlust isn’t as
bad afterwards. But you do smell good.”
“Go to your room, Ember.”
“Fine. I need to be alone anyway. You don’t even know enough
about me to know that my second boyfriend died. Again. That’s
two, Mom. TWO! Two boyfriends dying! AGH!” I stomped upstairs
into my room and cried some more.
“Jake’s gone…I’m not even human…and my mom doesn’t care!”
I sobbed. “I’m
cursed for life.”