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Chapter notes: Okay so I know I have like another million other things to being doing and this is not one of them. I know I really do, but well... everyone else had cute little OCs and I just wanted one too! I just so jealous! Now if I will keep this going depends if people actually like it, if nobody likes it then I will put it off until I have more time and not so many need to be updated now stories. If people do like it I will keep it going of course. Enjoy my little OC, Cho(Get it Butterfly in Japanese?) With much love, a Vampires Butterfly ^.^
My story is normal.
I was born, I grew up, I met love, I lost love, I put my pants on one leg at time.
Perfectly normal.
No, my parents aren’t dead. No, my siblings aren’t insane maniacs. I’m even an only child. Nope, I have a whole gaggle of friends that I love that love me right back. I’m not an outsider.
Okay so?, you ask me, what’s so important about me? Why should you read about me if I am so damn normal? Well okay maybe there is something a bit abnormal, just a bit though. You ask well? Well… I have a bit of a vampire problem. Yes, a vampire problem.
It’s not like it’s my fault or something!
Oh no, it wasn’t my fault that my stupid great, great, great, great, great well you get it grandmother thought it would be a wonderful idea to go and mix her blood with a vampires so they could be together forever or at least until the vampire died.
Oh no, I, for once had nothing to do with it.
It wasn’t my fault that the so called great honored trait of vampire skills had passed some generations and stuck with others and thanks to my cruel fate had decided to make me one of the “Dark Children”
So it wasn’t my fault that whenever I needed to or should I say had, to have a quick snack of, maybe human, I had to suck their stupid blood. It wasn’t my fault; nope I would have preferred to be normal.
Perfectly normal.
No wings even though they were just beautiful, black velvet with tear drop white dots that kind of look like stars to help me blend in with the night sky, no fangs, no large, pure black, owl eyes, no none of it. I could’ve just been normal.
Thanks Grandma.
I am now eighteen. You ask so? Just shut up for a second and you’ll find out. Anyway I am eighteen which means, beyond the obvious teens expeditions and other things, that for a vampire I was going to have to find a---gulp--- a mate. Yeah I know stupid huh? So that is my vampire problem because do you know many eligible vampire guys that would love an anime fangirl till death, most of the time sugar hyped, sarcastic, vampire girl? I thought not. You probably wouldn’t tell me if you did would you?
Sigh, well I gave it a try.
Also I haven’t told any of my wonderful friends about my little *problem* or my secret of being a vampire in the first place. They just aren’t that observant.
Yet again I give you a sigh.
Oh and of course there is the populars. So maybe I’m not going to be named “Miss Preppy Pants” anytime soon, but sheesh those girls are just bitchs about every single little thing I do. From my clothes, to my hair, to even how I walk! I am thinking about eating them, but eh I don’t like frilly pink bitch blood that much.
See just your average girl with average problems.
Well except for the whole vampire thing. Eh decide for yourself if my story is worth reading.