I'm Not A Vampire Novels & Stories

I whispered. “I’m a vampire, true, but I’m also a man. I told you... vampirism is a disease. I’m not the walking dead. I’m more what man would consider a mutation of life; a species if you like,” he explained in the sultriest voice I could ever imagine could come from a set of vocal cords. “I guess I need to forget the myths, books, and movies,” I managed to get out of my contracted throat. “Let me help you,” he whispered as he pulled me to my feet.

I can’t come to terms with the fact that he’s who he is. Ivan is a vampire! How is it that I’m fated to a vampire of all people? It isn’t like it never happens; I’ve heard of this here and there. I just never thought I’d get a second chance mate, and it would be a vampire. How am I supposed to deal with that?

STEFAN I never wanted to be a vampire. By that, I mean I didn’t wake up one morning and think how cool it would be to be a vampire, nor did I ever daydream about becoming one of the undead. The thought never crossed my mind. In fact, when it occurred, I tried my best to prevent it, but that’s a tale I will get to presently.

Unless… “Show me what you look like and I will consider listening,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest and standing my ground. A laugh echoes through the trees. “She has got us there, brother. She knows what we are.” The really annoying shudder is back in my body. Because in my head the unlogical answer is vampires. I read books and everyone knows about Count Dracula. They can’t stand the light. Unless they are, you know… the sparkly type. Then in that case I might get blinded as I run away.

The sound of his voice filling the room and leaving me even more confused. “you are a what?” “a vegetarian. I don’t eat meat or drink blood despite what you might think” I said in anger, my voice a lot louder than I intended and he just kept on laughing at me still. “You are hilarious Iris. I don’t know what the Monet have told you but Vampires are no vegetarian. It’s simply not in their nature to be one so you can stop deceiving yourself” “Well then, you are staring at one. I’m what I am whether you believe it or not” I said firmly.

“What am I if I’m not human?” She sighs, “A vampire, my dear.” Once again, I stare at her, dumbfounded. And then a sudden chuckle leaves my mouth. I glance at Dr. Brown, but she’s not laughing, her face serious and concerned. “Y … you’re joking, right?” But it’s evident that they’re not. “Um,” I look between the two, “you know I’ve been out in sunlight, and I love garlic. I really love garlic.”

There's moisture in the heavy air before the rain and the smells linger. I have to try to block out everything about Ara to try to see beyond her. It was humans. More than one. They were carrying guns. There's a whisk of aftershave and cheap perfume. Alcohol. Sweat. Despite the urgency of the situation, a smile forms on my lips. I've said it before and I'll say it now: humans can be so, so stupid. I am not a vampire just because I drink blood. I'm a vampire because I am a hunter, and while I don't particularly enjoy tapping into the essence of who I am, I do it now.

Vampire. “Levi?”

"She chose twilight. What is that crap? Do you have any idea what vampires are truly like?" Shaking my head, I struggled to contain my laughter. "Vampires don't sparkle in the sun." "Oh." I replied with a grin. "They also don't eat animals, or work in hospitals. Or go to highschool. My friend Vilay would be deeply offended if he ever watched that crap." Sam huffed out like the movie had actually personally offended him. "You have a vampire friend?" I asked, leaning back to look at him. "Of course." Sam answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "Why?" He narrowed his eyes as he looked down at me.

I surely overestimated myself. Looking at these men, their red glowing eyes and nonexistent heartbeat. I knew I had come in contact with one of the world’s deadliest creatures. Vampires. Although I’m powerful, I can’t surely beat three adult vamps. They would drain me before I finish one off. One of them with long black hair sniffed the air, lolling his head back and then looking at me as his fangs elongated. “Little girl, where are you off to this late in the night?”