My Neighbor Is A Vampire Novels & Stories

My best friend insisted I get a professional to check the entire place for spy cameras, so I did. Finally, my life resumed normal once more. I started looking for a new lady roommate. This time, I was much more cautious than before. I no longer want another creepy roommate. Late at night, when all was quiet next door, I finally had the night to myself. "That idiot. If he were to watch the video earlier, he would have realized I'm not a woman." Yes. Yours truly, a man.

I don’t see my brother once as he avoids me like I was the worst thing existing in this universe, and maybe he is right. As I ask maids and menservants about him, they tell me that he refuses any contact, and doesn’t speak to anyone. So it’s not just me. They can’t inform me if he drinks properly, as he seems to go hunting by himself. In the few nights I spent looking for him while hiding like a coward, I heard rumors from the village about a vampire going on rampages. He seems to satisfy his thirst rather violently, but that is nothing that would concern me.

"No! We can't give in!" "You willing to put our whole goddamn clan in danger, Alize!" Babette argued, barely forming a breath. "There are bloodsuckers at our damn door!" "They can't get in the house," Mama said. "Vampires can't come into a house they haven't been invited to." "Abraham ain't dumb," Nene chimed in. "He wouldn't have come without a plan."

I really hope not, those were the best blackberries ever! I was right…the diner was buzzing with news of the new neighbor. It’s some man from California or around there. The men talk about what kind of person would buy a dump like that and all the women talk about if he is single or not…the consensus is he is alone so he must be single…I hope he’s got a big refrigerator…he’ll have enough food to feed an army by the end of the week!-

Sean replied. “Bring him to me,” Carl ordered. “There’s a problem, my lord—he’s a vampire.” “What? How can a vampire enter Santossa?” Carl’s brows furrowed in disbelief. “Well, according to my research, that vampire is married to a human. He survives on animal blood and owns a vacation house at the boundary between Santossa and Carreon City—a free city where humans reside. He was out hunting deer and rabbits when he witnessed the event.” “Hop in. Let’s go meet him at his place,” Carl said, excitement lighting up his face. Finally, the puzzle might be solved.

And the problem was that they had chosen a spot that was sort of out of town, but neighbors were still pretty close. “That’s pretty clever of them. They think we won’t attack with neighbors.” I said. “What are we going to do about the civilians?” Tucker asked. “If they’ve got any brains then they would already be gone. There’s no way they could possibly not know that there are vampires next door.” I said. “Look at that house over there. People are inside.” Dean said. So I looked over and he was right. There were people inside. “Tucker. I need you to evacuate the neighborhood. There’s only a few houses.” I said.

Her husband was a vampire, and they have a child who's a dhampir. "We will visit our son," I answered while Runo bowed at her. This was Runo's first time meeting these people since she barely left the apartment. "Ah, is that so? Here. Give this to your son," Miss Tenny said, giving us some freshly picked flowers from her mini garden. "Sorry, those are just regular flowers, nothing special, and I just picked them from my garden," Miss Tenny apologized, but Runo shook her head and thanked the woman with teary eyes.

She quipped. "Yeah, I think so…" Ramsey replied, his voice deep and rumbling. "You don't honestly believe in those bloodsuckers, do you?" Cassandra chuckled, taking a sip from her wine. Ramsey shook her head, his expression serious, and his sharp ears twitching as he considered the question. "Um, I don't know. But there have been rumors of strange happenings in the neighboring villages and all. People disappearing without a trace, strange marks on their necks. You know, it could be vampires."

“Halt! Who goes there?” called a male vampire who was holding vigil over Kenton’s home. “It’s Maryanne Cramby,” my mother called out. “I’ve got my daughter with me.” “Come ahead,” the vampire said in a gruff tone. I followed my mother as she carefully approached the house. It seemed to me that we were playing with worse fire than if we’d stayed at home and dealt with Michael. After all, the vampires were at war with the werewolves – of which my mother was now one- and they ate fairies for snacks -as I’d already experienced with Cindy.

I said, energetically, accepting to let her believe what she wanted to believe. She smiled, and I ran to the fridge to get my breakfast. It was toast. I didn’t even warm it up. I ate it chilled, making my way to the living room, but I stopped upon seeing the news, which was filled with images of dead cows. “About three farmhouses have complained about cows found dead without an ounce of blood in them. Neighbors suspect vampires. Could vampires really be around us?” The newscaster asked. I gulped hard, and my mum turned to me.