Vampires Strike Back

(((Nope, don't mind 🙂 )))

Mikano nodded. "It's Mikano." she said smiling.

"Hmmm,"she said reading,"lack of blood may cause puking, high fever, pneumonia, and bleeding with out any cuts. The cure..." Tiffany red that it said the bure was blood, but Michael didnt want to drink blood.

Michael sat their and then he realized he would have to drink blood in order too stop this so he got up and walked out the door.

"Michael!"yelled tiffany,"Come back, if you dont drink this you could get seriously ill." Tiffany ran after him and pulled him back,"you know i dont think me or Mikano want you to get sick."

"i am fine.... i figure after i get ill and stuff i think i can get over my hunger for blood." michael said.

oh i am sorry miss ...please forgive me" she said ..her voice soft and flowing ....she looked to the ground" sorry ..i always get thigns wrong"

"You think you can get over it..."yelled tiffany standing on her drive,"you think but you dont know for sure. Why dont you just drink it like once a week that will keep your need for it down and you'll be healthy to."

"no i am gonna not drink blood period and thats final... i am tired of being a slave to blood...." michael said

"and maybe since i was a born a vampire my needs for blood are from different from vampires who have been bitten." michael said.

"So you think im a slave to blood?" Tiffany camly saidwalking back to her house,"It some thing i need to survie it dosent mean im a slave to it. You have to eat food and drink to survie...doent mean your a slave to anything." Tiffany went inside and got her car keys and went to her car. She started up the engin and drove off back to school.

Michael started to walk back to the school and he felt rejuvenated and not sick or ill like tiffany said michael would be if he continued on without no blood.

When tiffany returned to her class, she was sent to the office where she was given a inschool for skipping a class. She was suspended for the rest of the day. "All of this for nothing," she said as she drove home,"what the hell is michaels problem all i was doingis helping him and he just storms out."

Michael got back to the school and he got on his motorcycle he realized he needed a place to sleep since he ran out of money.

"oh great i am in big trouble now... i have no money or a place to stay and the biggest problem i have nothing too eat... this is gonna be hard" michael said to himself then he got on the motorcycle and rode off.

((Wow, this story got interestin/soap opera-ish just when I left....cool, yet bad for me but eh, my loss....))

((now since you left... where is my character gonna go???))

((He can always just stay in Cree's house and call it his own or maintain until/if she ever get's back...That's a little idea 😊 ))

(hey midnight you can rejoin you know)

((ok then if your sure midnite))

Michael got back to cree's mansion and then he walked in

"Hey Cree!!!" michael called

"i didnt see you at school"

but no one answered.

((Hmm...why not? I'll try and keep up w/ it...))

Name: Crayola Robinson
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Race: Witch
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Chestnut Brown with streaks of blond, rippled, down to shoulders
Height: 5'7
Weight: 134lbs
Complexion: Honey Brown
Personality: Bright eyed and always smiling, at times she may come off as a bit of an airhead though in truth she's smarter than she seems...

Intro:

"That'll be a total of $40 dollars."

"In cash?" piped up the bubbly voice from the backseat of the taxi. She adjusted her long black jacket, fixing her hair after the long trip.

The man turned back to her with a skeptical look. "No, I take credit."

"Really?" Her face turned curious as she pushed up a small pair of glasses onto her face. "I didn't know they started to have credit machines in taxi-cabs..." she mused innocently.

"They don't," muttered the man in annoyance. "Pay up."

Crayola pouted, digging into her small brown wallet and taking out a fifty. "Keep the change. No wait, on second thought...don't." The man looked to her in disbelief as he started to hand back the ten dollars. She laughed motioning it in his direction. "Calm down, I'm joking!" She stepped out the yellow taxi, popping open the trunk and taking out her two huge suitcases. She slammed it down and without hesitation, the car sped off away from her.

Crayola stuck out her tongue towards the leaving car, putting on a mature tone as she muttered. "Jackass..." She turned away from the car and to the huge mansion before her. She was sent to visit her cousin Cree for her two remaining years in highschool whereas she would go to the college in her town. She rolled up her luggage to the door and knocked heavily for a few minutes.

"How about that? She isn't home...I guess I'll just..." She looked around innocently, waving her hand around the door. It unlocked, swinging open. "Oh, whaddayaknow, it's open," She smiled brightly and pulled her things into the house.

Crayola walked out into the room, noticing a small post-it on the fridge. 'Will be away for awhile...hell, might not come back. Michael, you can keep the house in check while I'm away, right? Love, Cree' It ended with a small bloodied kiss.

"Her live-in lover? Whatever..." She tossed the letter to the table and threw herself onto the couch, starting to read an article. She felt her eyelids get heavy while doing so then dropped the magazine on her face as she started to sleep.

(Alright, my entrance, I'm done...oh, and this can be before Michael came home 🙂)

((so now i enter the house???))

Tiffany arrived home to find her parents car in the drive way,"always here when i dont need them, very helpful,'she said blankly as she entered the house.