Turned out she was the painkiller.
"You say your life is miserable and you're bullied daily. What if I could make it that you became strong, desired, had everything you wanted, and even better, you could get rid of any bullies once and for all, easily?"
A life without bullies? Without being beaten up? A life I could live without fear?
"I'd say yes please and how?"
"Have you heard of vampires, Noah?"
My eyes widened. She was a crazy lunatic after all. Fuck. I'd thought being beaten and left on the street was bad enough, but now I was trapped in a house with someone who thought they were undead and drank blood. Where were the exits and could I manage to get to them given the pain I was in?
Looked like I'd fucked it. Life sucked right now, and so apparently did the woman staring at me with a smirk curling her lip.
"I can read your mind, Noah. It's perfectly normal for you to not believe me. So, let me show you."
She came closer to me and looked me directly in the eyes.
"Noah, you will become calm and not panic. You will accept what I tell you and make an informed decision."
I could feel my heart rate lower and the mad beat in my chest disappeared.
"Good, good. Now let me demonstrate what it's like to experience a vampire's kiss."
Her head dipped to my lower neck and her tongue licked my skin. Fuck me, it felt good.
"I know, right?" She answered my thoughts. This head injury was obviously more serious than I'd initially considered. Maybe I was actually still in the bushes unconscious?
"You're not. You're here, with me." Again with the weird thought reading.
She bit down.
Euphoria hit my system. A feeling I had never experienced in my life. My make out sessions with Stacey didn't come anywhere close to the lust-fuelled feelings I was experiencing in these moments. I craved Mya. My cock was rock hard in my trousers and I felt no pain whatsoever. Just a deep need to push my cock into this woman's pussy at the earliest opportunity.
"Do you want what I'm offering?" She asked.
"Yes, oh my god, yes." I whimpered.
"It's all part of the vampire world, Noah. What you are experiencing now will not happen again as a human. My bite is making you feel this way. If you become a vampire too, you will always get this feeling during sex. Always."
"I want it." I told her. "Make me a vampire."
I didn't realise that to do so, Mya would have to drain me to the point of death and in doing so I'd lose my libido big-time. Blood was needed elsewhere when you were a fledgling vampire. I drank like a leech on fresh skin. It took the next six weeks, which thank fuck, coincided with the school summer holidays to recover from my turning and to adjust to my new life. Actually, life was completely the wrong word, my new… death. I explained away not leaving my house due to being attacked. Stacey tried to visit countless times, but I kept putting her off, talking via social media instead. I felt guilty about how I was treating her, but I was starving and surviving on bags of O-neg Mya kept me supplied with.
Thank goodness the whole vampires-couldn't-go-out-in-the-day thing was no longer the case; although being a teenager, I rarely surfaced until late afternoon at weekends and during holidays anyway, so my mum wouldn't have noticed.
Mya never did sleep with me, even though as my fledgling status progressed over those following six weeks, I became the full adult male I'd been destined to become. Instead, she became like an older sister to me. As my sire we shared a bond that would never break until one of us died a vampire's death. I could always contact her through our mind link, though she taught me how to close my mind and keep myself safe. Mya taught me all about being a vampire, and she showed me how to rid the place of the bad people. How to feed on them and leave others alone.
My mum was shocked at the change in me. One minute I was a dweeb, the next I was six foot two, athletically built and looked in my early twenties. But I wasn't the first teen male such things had happened to. One of the lads in my class had done the same at thirteen and luckily, she remembered. I did keep seeing her staring at me from time-to-time though and saying things like, 'How can you be that little boy I gave birth to, Jeez'.
I'd left school, had passed my exams, and it was time to start my first year of college.
A new place of education for a new Noah Granger.
I needed to think about Stacey. Now I'd be back going out on a daily basis, she'd no longer keep her distance while I 'recovered'.
But I knew we could no longer be together. She wasn't safe around me, and anyway, I needed to get used to the new Noah Granger.
The one who could now freely make choices without worrying about bullies.
I'm not proud of the decisions I made, but in my defence, I was sixteen years old and well, a dickhead. And I decided that singing in a choir was not what I wanted any more.
I didn't want to be unnoticed at the back.
I wanted to be at the front, but not quite centre.
My dreams had been of being in a band. All the time I'd spoken with Stacey about our future duo, deep inside I'd wished to be part of some rock superstardom, and now that was a goal I could reach for.
Love could wait. I thought.
Plus, the boy Stacey said she loved didn't exist anymore, so in a way I was doing her a favour wasn't I?
Selfish.
Selfish.
Selfish.
But teenagers are, and that's ones that haven't suffered their own deaths at sixteen and been reborn a bloodsucker.
So Stacey was out and my search for my new bandmates was on.
I soon found out, by the power of my newfound vampire enhanced sense of smell, that I wasn’t the only paranormal who walked the corridors of Greystone College. There were other quiet kids who hung around in the dark corners hoping not to be seen.
That was all about to change.
A parking garage, three months after Noah's turning
I looked around at my friends' perplexed faces as they stared at the music and fitness equipment I had placed in the garage of Mya's property. She didn't need a car due to being able to whizz where she liked at speed, and so she'd told me I could use it. She'd even got someone to soundproof it. I didn't question how.
“Time to become rock gods.” I declared. “Maybe we aren’t allowed to use our supernatural abilities in front of humans, but we can certainly use our musical ones.”
“God, it’s not fair. I’m the only one still human.” Zak complained. His long blonde hair hung over his face in greasy ringlets. He looked like something from a horror movie with his scrawny frame and hunched over shoulders. Like he was about to slither out of a gutter and bite through your ankle.
“You can still use your God given talents—and a shower—to raise your game.” I wrinkled my nose in disgust near him. “It starts today, my friends. Look around you. Treadmills, weights, a drum kit, guitars, a microphone. I’ve fixed them up the best I can. It’s a start.”
“Where’d you get all this from?” Rex asked, out of his pouty mouth. I was sure he was the secret lovechild of Mick Jagger, but I wouldn’t dare ask his mother. A wolf-shifter, she wasn’t someone to piss off.
“It’s what the ultra-rich have dumped in the last few weeks. Most of it wasn’t even broken, just not the most expensive toy to show off anymore. I’ve been doing a nightly tour. Vampire sight, strength, and speed are no match for the rubbish collectors.”