Cast From The Little Vampire Novels & Stories

“Even if he had wanted to return, it took him most of this time to accept and adjust to being vampire. It is not that easy for the pure of heart to turn into something they consider a monster.” “He’s not a monster,” I blurted without thinking. “Of course he’s not a monster,” she said assuringly. “He’s a very sad victim of darkness who still holds within him enough light to keep from succumbing to the evil they tried to plant within him.” “Did Vivian make him a vampire?” I asked hesitantly.

A newborn vampire can only transform for an hour or so, but veterans can transform how long they want, as long as it's dark. It felt weird… but nice. I haven’t tried this for a long time. My thoughts made me realize what my cousin had told me a while ago, I really did ‘change’. But it’s not too late. I can gain myself back. I flew with the harsh winds of the woods as I try to keep up with Arturo and Dominic’s speed. Dominic playfully spun in front of me to show off, and of course, Arturo can let himself lose. They did that stunt simultaneously like two bunch of fools.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Christopher asked, stirring what appeared to be a pot of spaghetti on the stove. Before Grace could answer, the back door came bursting in, shards of glass flying across the room, peppering the couple with fragments. Grace threw her hands in front of her face to protect her eyes. When she pulled her arms down, she began to scream. Looking into the maniacal steel gray eyes, there was no doubt in her mind now that Jack Carol and his brother were Vampires. * * *

Aster: Behind the desk sat an impressive man. He was attractive, like all of them, with amazing white hair and the most unique eyes she had ever seen – icy, pale blue. Do vampires only transform good-looking people? She wondered. He looked strangely familiar, and when he spoke she had the uncomfortable feeling that she had heard his voice somewhere before. “Miss Montgomery,” he said, and his deep, gravelly voice sent shivers up and down her spine. “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.”

My sarcastic tone was being frowned upon by those around me. The nervous energy stacked itself so thick it felt like I was in a sauna. Everyone is eyeing each other with unease and tense frames. “A vampire bit you.” Doctor Kent struggles to speak the words. “Come again?” I ask. Not because I didn’t hear him, but because I wanted to be sure I heard the correct thing from a medical professional. “A vampire has bitten you.” As the words leave his mouth, he begins to turn pale. “I am sorry, I can no longer treat you.” He announces as his vision flicks to the window and back at me. “Doctor Harken can take over from here. Good day.” He hurries from the room without a glance back in our direction.

~~~ Amaya His eyes no longer had those pretty green tint in them. They were now a bright glowing red colour. His teeth now contained a pair of sharp fangs ready to bite through your skin anytime. He wasn't just my kidnapper anymore. Nor my stalker. He was now my vampire. This realization hit me like a train. My feet were glued to one place not daring to move. My breathing had stopped a while ago. The beast in front of me must've caught on to my nervousness because a small pang of hurt shot across his face but quickly vanished.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

She looks from him to Dante who hadn't moved during the ordeal. "No... please Goddess, no..." she crawled over to him, nudging him, "Dante, get up." she demanded of him, but he didn't move. She looks down at his stomach, seeing the black ichor substance staining his skin slowly, "You won't take him from me to." She placed her hands over the wounds, opening her mouth to chant the spell she just casted, but the words escaped her mind. She fought through her racing thoughts to find the words, but they wouldn't come to her. She leans over his face, blood streaming from his lips, "I don't understand. You're a Vampire... You can't die from this!" she shouted, hitting his chest out of frustration.

We aren’t strong enough! Frustration surges through me, and the vampire chuckles above me, smiling into my face. “Are those tears?” He drags a finger underneath my eyes, collecting a single tear. “It is...” his scary smile widens. “That’s lovely: I love it when my victims are terrified. It makes the blood taste even sweeter!”