Bite Me

Vampire Turning

Thirty Six-Vampire Turning

My eyes widen and my ears perk up. “A better plan than mine. Go for it.”

Clint grimaces. “Well, I don’t know how you’ll feel about it…”

“Just go for it before I send your ass to Spain.”

“Alright!” He glares at me. “Bones wants your blood, right?” I nod, not sure where this is going. “Well, if you’re a vampire, your addicting blood goes right down the drain.”

I catch on quickly. “Your saying you want me to become a vampire?”

“Yep.”

I frown. “I don’t like drinking blood, no offense or anything.”

“None taken.” Bart mutters.

Clinton shrugs. “You could always eat raw meat, it has the same amount of blood we drink.”

Nell pipes up. “I wanna do it! Can I do it? Please?”

I stare in disbelief at my twin. “Are you serious?”

She gives me a flat look. “Does it look like I’m serious?”

“Your never serious.” I snort.

Ignoring me, she turns to Clinton for help. “Please? Think of it this way: Bones cant come after me anymore either.”

“I guess so…”

Nell fist pumps the air. “Yes! What kind of super power do I get?” I slap my forehead. That’s all Nell really cares about.

“But Nell, what about the blood?”

She shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me. Plus it’s only once a month, like my period.” Only Nell would say something like that.

Bart chokes his laughter back. “When you’re a vampire you don’t get a period.”

Her eyes widen. “What about kids? Do I still get to have kids?”

Clint nods. “Yeah.”

She relaxes. “Then let’s do this thang!”

Clinton looks at me. “You in?”

I sigh dramatically. “I don’t know. Me and my period are like this…” I wrap my fingers together. This time Bart cant hold back his laughter while Nell glares at me.

“If I can get out of bleeding, pain, and mood swings, I’ll take it sister.” She glares at me.

“I guess I should do it too? But then Bones is still on the loose.”

Clinton shakes his finger at me. “You didn’t let me finish. You continue with your plan, then once he goes for your blood, you attack him. We just need to train you.”

“Please,” I scoff, “I’ve trained in gym class throughout high school. I know what I’m doing.”

“Well then, we’ll see what you got. Come on.” We all stand up, and Charles takes his hand in mine.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks worriedly.

I wave him off. “I’m fine. It’s not like I’m gonna die.”

We arrive at the hospital room I guess you could call it, so Nell and I sit on the chairs. “Clint? How does this work exactly?”

“One of us has to bite you. Simple.”