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A blank look spread across Marina`s face.
Michael stood up, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
“I never liked her.” He laughed maliciously.
“Dude, what your problem? I heard she liked me!”
“As if, she wouldn`t do nothing for you. She hates us”
Jeremy sighed and looked down at the pale face now covered in blood, the blond hair streaked with it.
“Fine.” He stepped over her and followed Michael down the road. “What are we doing now? I`m not hungry.”
“Neither am I.” Michael thought for a moment. “Restaurant?” He came to the conclusion that maybe this life wasn`t so bad. He hated blood and guts, horror films and Halloween. How he ended up being a vampire was beyond him, a complete mystery.
“s**t!” Jeremy stumbled through a puddle. “Only water.” He sighed, relieved.
There was always someone following them, or Michael at least, he just happened to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mainly the day they both started preferring human flesh over ravioli, and biting girls rather than kissing them. Vampirism was not all is was chocked up to be. Not in their eyes anyways.
“Hey,” Jeremy suddenly thought of something, surprise, surprise. “Can we ever get back to being human?”
Michael kept walking, it wasn`t a good idea to stop nowadays, not when he was outdoors anyhow. “No, Jer, technically we`re dead, or the un-dead rather. We shouldn`t be walking around, or talking. We should be six feet under.”

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Michael trod on a piece of something as he pushed open his door.
He muttered a light curse and stopped to look at the bottom of his sock-clad foot. A red stain was beginning to form, feeling sick he looked quickly away and limped down the stairs.
At the bottom of the wrought iron, spiral staircase, he tripped over a box full of old newspapers, with headlines such as; Prime Minister Pronounced Dead, Wife`s Shock, and, Mass Murder. None were very catchy or original, but they served their purpose.
Michael slowly got to his feet and wiped blood from his nose.
Lately he had been prone to random cuts and bruises with no explainable source. He wasn`t fond of bighting his tongue so often either, the taste of blood all to often filled his mouth and he couldn`t stand to swallow.
Opening the front door he knelt to pick up the days newspaper from the step.
A bold headline claimed simply Another. He flipped to the article and read;

The Oaks have added another tragic story to their book of such.
Eighteen year old Marina Finley was found late last night on the corner of Barry and Main street.
It seems that, once again the victim was found with two small marks on her neck.
It is now the belief of the authorities, brought their attention by Professor Jane Grey [newly appointed to the case], that these are indeed “Bite marks.”
“Given the distance between the two marks and the fact that they are in the exact same place on each individual victim…” Professor Greene is still trying to lay out every possible angle before she makes any accusations but, she feels she closing in on that point.

Michael sighed and tossed the paper into the box with the others.
The entire article wasn`t exactly “need to know” information. More or less, telling him what he already knew.

the vampires are good, I think, the problem is I`m not sure exactly how to go about telling their story without making it sound like some stupid fluff novel.

thanks for your help, yeah, it isn`t really a twist, but is different then anything else I have ever written.
Michael- Have you ever heard of a vampire who has a fear of blood?

thats an interesting idea, I may use that