Prologue

Elias sat in the school library at 8 o'clock, he was reading a novel. The cheap wooden chair they had for years hurt his back, but it was better than going back to that house. The hard-back books on the brown shelves glimmered, the wooden shelves looked like marble under that yellow dimly lit light that needed replacement. The chair creaked as he slid down the back of the chair, purely exhausted. He slid the open book on his chest and the pages flew to the side of his torso. He found the buzzing of the light creepy. It derived him with madness. There were other chairs. But only 1 person at a time would go into the library. The parquet floors were scratchy. He turned back to his open book and positioned his glasses that were hanging off his nose.

Elias was startled to find someone next to him. She was just sitting there, with an edgy romance novel in her hands. She had a neon pink hair band on that put her terribly dyed hair over her ears. She had a turquoise jacket with a bright band shirt on. Her navy-blue jeans barely fit her, and she had high converse over her jeans, stretching up to her knees. The massive poofs in her hair brushed of Elias's face a few times. Pink bubblegum popped in her face as she was now reading the book. 'What?' she said sassily. He had zoned out while looking into her eyes. 'Oh sorry, didn't notice you there.' He replied, still fazed. Oh god how had he not noticed her? He was staring right at her... God he should not have said that. Augh. People, I swear. Their consistent barking to Elias was enough to drive him off a cliff. 'Ah. Sure bud.' It was one of the older kids. Kate, was it? Ugh. She was almost as sassy as her older sister, Melisa.

It hadn't been so long since Kate showed up when he left. As he ventured down the plated pathway, the moon shone over the damp tar road. The neon stripes on the road glowed in the surrounding darkness. It was a chilly winter evening. He liked that, it felt like the universe was his at night. Just the endless adventure through the dark void. As he entered his street, the more distant the "Posh" estate houses came. He was walking down the path as he felt something stop him.

He felt a cold, shivering liquid drip down his neck like Kool aid. He was struggling to breathe, as the red liquid stained its way down his denim jeans. He felt it trickle onto his shoes. A sudden pressure on his throat washed over him. Then the adrenaline stopped. The stinging pain in his throat was agony. He looked over to blood dripping down 2 puncture holes in his neck. His breathing grew heavier. He could see his own breath, and the fog of it consumed as an aura on his grey denim jacket. The moon reflected off the fresh blood, it shimmered like glitter glue. As he watched the blood, the thirst. The urge to drink grew larger and larger. He jerked his head into the holes and began to drink. To feed. As he sucked the blood from the neck, his thirst was deeply satisfied. He winced in pain as something sharp pushed into him. He felt his teeth, as his finger rolled over 2 fangs. His mouth was covered in blood. As he saw it, he screeched into the echo of the distant night.

The sofa creased as he slid into it. Elias sat there for hours after the incident. Across from him, was an armchair which his mother was passed out in with a bottle of wine in her hand spilled all over the chocolate brown plank floor. He was scared. The cheap bandage that was placed on his neck was hanging from a thread. He was confused, it had only been 2 hours, and it was already scarred and had stopped bleeding out. His eyes were red from the tears that were dripping down his face, and his jaw was aching from the screech earlier. His eyes were bloodshot. His face was pale white, like a duvet. He was slumped on the couch like a throw on blanket. He didn't feel tired though. It was the middle of night, the moon shone directly through the bedroom window but still. He was focusing on the yellow lamp post that was right outside his house. He was focusing on 1 thing for a while. It was something he did to calm down. The light reflected off the road. He liked and tended to take notice of settings like that. It was nice. The sudden passing of old rusted cars went by the window.

He opened his book and started reading again. He didn't feel anything though. It was as if his nerves turned stone cold, and his feelings weren't there. Like a part of his soul flew out of his body, leaving a half full vessel. He decided it would be better to read in a more comfortable environment. He tiptoed up the stairs of the bedroom, quietly. He wouldn't want to wake his dad; well, he's probably not even in the house. Probably out gambling stuck in a tree with how drunk he gets. He had a plan to move out when he was 20, he's only 16 but he could wait. The reason he's so smart is because he always wants to get away from home, and all he can do is study or read.

As he opened the bedroom door, it creaked. Something was wrong with the door frame, or something of the sort. He lay on his back staring at the roof from his bed. The light blinded him. He closed his eyes tightly, scrunching them up into a ball of wrinkles. He did that until he fell asleep that night.

He woke up, the sun kind of hurt him. He was confused. He opened the door, and the sun scorched onto his skin, it was a rainy, cloudy day. The clouds barely revealed the sun. His mum and dad were out. He got his umbrella to shield him and made his way to school. His neck was as clean as a bucket of bleach. Almost shimmering... well from the blistered-up parts on his neck that were burned. The puss popped from him pressuring it with his fingers. He got a cotton pad from an old, dirty bag from when he was 12 and cleared it up. The yellow puss sunk into it expanding like a bathtub when a bath bomb is plopped into it. The cotton pad looked like a tea bag. As he entered the halls he saw so many people, so many voices. It hurt his head. The bang, bang, bang in his head went on, and on, and on until he held his ears closed, and bashed through the bathroom door. There were 4 cubicles, and 10 urinals. The cubicles had a beige color to it, it was like a marble-y texture. The urinals had graffiti next to it, each bowl was white and ceramic. There was a black, rough scratchy floor. One of the 3 sinks were leaking. He told himself to focus on those details, His grandma used to call it grounding, where you remind yourself of the details of the world to come back to earth.

He sat there on the un flushed toilet. His head spiraling. Think of the details… think… He was… craving something? He didn't know what though, until he looked to his arm. He could smell and feel the blood flowing through him. He needed it to drip down his throat like a waterfall. He was thirsty. He stood up and sunk his fangs into his skin. He couldn't help but let out a whimper. The blood drip into the toilet, most of it going into his mouth though. He stared at the in flushed bowl, the blood mixing with the urine. He tried to stop the urge but he couldn't. So much blood, a waste of hunger. He knelt down on his knees. Blood still dripping out from his veins, he put his head down in the bowl, and drunk out of it like a dog who just got a refill of his water bowl. He couldn't help it, he just couldn't. He had finished most of the blood, but the disgust of the urine made him vomit half of it up. He flushed the toilet, the stream of memories of disgust and disease flowed away like a waterfall down the pipes.

'You wanna skip? We've got double math's, no way I'm doing that.' Said one of the seniors. 'Sure, but how?' the other boy responded, intrigued. 'Easy. Lock ourselves in the bathroom.' He responded, very confident this would work. They stuck their heads in, checking if it was clear.

The bell went, but his mouth was covered in blood. He walked out, with blood dripping down his drool, and fangs redder than a bucket of paint. 2 boy's, about 17 walked in. Their jaws dropped to their feet in shock. The nerd, with blood dripping down his drool, with fangs. No witnesses. Elias thought, no one could see him like this. They would know what he was, he didn't even know what he was. He ran and locked the bathroom door with keys the janitor had left in. He always came in stoned, but no one ever caught him in the act. He always carried a pocket knife, and the door he just locked was behind him. He held the knife to the whimpering boys and pushed them to the floor. He sat on one of their backs, and promised he would make this quick. He pulled his head up with his hair, and sliced his throat, nice, juicy blood sipping out of him. The other boy pleaded for mercy, but in Elias's life, there were no double standards. He fed off of their blood, the more human blood he took in, the more addicted he was to it. He ran out of the tight, clouded window, he had grown exponentially after so much energy. He ran so fast, at least 200 mph. He bounced off rooftops and slid into his window, and shut it. The impact of the shut being pulled while sliding in cracked the glass. He was… a monster now. But he wasn't afraid of that any more. He would rise up, if it's safe to say vampires, he will create an empire of vampires. Create a palace, and feeding chamber, and he would cleanse the world of all good, leaving only his kind. The stronger kind. This was, survival of the fittest.