fandomweekly | [#035] The Official, Unabridge Diary of Teenage Vampire Bait (Original)

Theme Prompt: #035 – Dear Diary
Title: The Official, Unabridged Diary of Teenage Vampire Bait
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / Language. Lots of language.
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 904
Summary: A young high school teenager grapples with the fact that his world may be slightly bigger than it seems.

Posted 3/15/16, 2:36 am.

Fuck.

Okay.

I don’t even really know how to explain this so I’m just going to type and see what comes out because I don’t know what just happened, but I know enough to know that it was bad and I know that the cops aren’t listening to me so maybe the internet will.

Jeremy and I went out for dinner. We were heading to a movie after that when we were stopped in an alley by some guy appeared out of nowhere and picked a fight with Jeremy. They were fighting, like they had known each other a long time, which made no sense since this guy had to be fifty at least, but suddenly the guy pulls a gun out of nowhere and Jeremy

Jeremy

I don’t really know how to explain what I saw. Jeremy just grabbed his gun hand and twisted it so hard that I could HEAR THE BONE SNAP. The next thing I know, Jeremy had these fangs and his eyes got weird and he’s lunging at the dude’s throat tearing at it with his teeth like some kind of animal.

I didn’t stick around long after that. Something about seeing your boyfriend covered in blood that sort of ruins the moment, after all. Maybe I’m … insane or maybe I was hallucinating but

Internet, or whoever might be reading this, I think my boyfriend is a vampire.

Posted 3/15/16, 3:29 am.

I mean, how do you even DEAL with this shit? One day I’m just a dude, interested in another dude, and while YEAH I may have mentioned that he had given off a creepy, stalker vibe in the past, but vampire? VAMPIRE?

Fuck me.

I am not old enough for this shit, okay? I’m seventeen. I did not sign up to be vampire date for a two thousand year-old fuckboy who likes to prey on underage teenage boys and decide to turn them into their vampire consort. While I know that teenagers are guilty of believing that they are going to be young forever I don’t ACTUALLY want to be young forever. So let’s stop that train of thought right now.

Also, I pretty much faint at the sight of blood so that’s a no go right off the bat.

Fuck, I should just go to sleep. Not stay up freaking out and rambling into the ether of the internet where no one can hear me scream.

Goodnight world. I’ll see you in the morning.

Posted 3/15/16, 12:30 pm.

Okay, I didn’t actually sleep. Instead I binged the entire first season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I learned three things:

1) Vampires can’t actually come in unless you invite them.
2) Stake to the heart will kill them, as will removing their head or setting them on fire.
3) That tiny blond teenager is more badass than I will ever be in any lifetime.

I haven’t heard from Jeremy, yet, and I can’t decide if that is for the best or not. For one thing, it’s probably better if I never see him again. Gives him less opportunities to eat me. On the other, you go crazy supernatural batshit in front of a guy you claim to care about and you can’t even spare me a frickin’ phone call? Fuck you man.

I guess a part of me just doesn’t want to be RIGHT, you know? I want there to be some kind of reasonable explanation for all of this. Maybe he slipped me a roofie. Maybe I hit my head. Maybe in my feverish studying for finals I had a violent hallucination and all of this can easily be explained with a good night’s sleep and a few days doing nothing but mindlessly playing Dragon Age.

Maybe that’s the solution for this, and I should actually sleep this time. It’ll probably be better than watching another season of Buffy, as fabulous as she may be.

Good night, world. See you … in the evening as it is now after noon.

Posted 3/15/16, 7:00 pm.

Jeremy’s here. He says he wants to talk. I’m not inviting him in, but I am going to walk with him around the well-lit area of the Washington Square Mall. If I am never heard from again, know that the last man I was with was Jeremy Rathbone and when you see him, STAKE THAT FUCKER IN THE CHEST.

And with that, I bid you adieu.

Posted 3/16/16, 12:00 am.

Okay, quick check in. I’m still alive, my boyfriend, unfortunately, is still a vampire, but he’s also still my boyfriend, but hey, maybe that’s a win?

Who really knows.

Until then, I guess I’m going to have to admit I’m safe for now. There’s not much I can really do otherwise, but a lot of what he said is pretty mindblowing. I’m not going to detail all of that here, because it’s not really my story to tell, but let’s put it this way.

Instead of his profile reading: “Jeremy, human, 17”, it reads “Jeremy, vampire, 342”, and while I’m not sure where the statutory rape laws land if you’re a vampire and technically undead, but that’s where we’re at. I still didn’t invite him in, and I don’t know if I ever will, but … there’s just something about him.

I guess I’m going to have to stick around to figure out what it is.