Vampires Strike Back

Troy lushed slightly. "I. . .I like Mikano." he said standing and turned away from Mark waiting for him to beat the shit out off him.

"no you dont like her, you were just blinded by her," said Mark standing up,"you know how much you used to love to hit her, it was your obssession to beat the crap out of her. You have grown weak, something i would never have though of you."

Troy shook his head. "How do you possibly know that I don't like her? Where's proof of it?"

"The scars on her is my proof, the scars that you gave her."

Troy bit his lips. "I think i've just gained my senses. If I liked hurrting her, then I will go crazy and beat her up again."

"Go ahead," said Mark brushing the dirt off him,"make you parents proud!"

Troy froze. "Why did you say that?" he asked fists clenching and unclenching.

"Well my parents are proud of me," he said with a grin,"why not your parents." With this, he walked off down the hall.

Troty grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. "Because my mother was bit by a vampire." he said before decking Mark.

Mark pushed troy off him,"My mother is dead because of what they did, my brother still beleives that she went to live with my grandparents. He tells me everyday how he wishes she would return, but she cant and nobody in my family wants to tell him that she is dead. do you know how that feels?"

"Yes, because my mom died because of them. Once your bit you have to drink a vampires blood. She didn't have a chance because she wasdrained completely."

"Yeah and thats why all vampires should be punuished," he yelled, then he calmed down,"now if you'll excuse me i have better things to do."

"Like beat up another vampire?" he asked with a smirk. "Cause I feel like I do."

"Well in fact yes," he yelled as he turned the corner,"why dont you go hit Mikano or whatever her name is i think she deserves it!"

"Bcause she doesn't fight back. That's no fun." he yelled after him.

"well crayola your in luck i am one vampire who does not feed on blood." michael said,

Crayola bit her lip with a smile. "Really now? Not at all..." She looked around the area, taking a key from the table. She muttered something, after a few seconds the key transmuting into a small jagged form. "So..." She dragged the jagged edge across her index finger, a fresh cut appearing across her finger.

She held out her finger, raising an eyebrow. "If I did something like this," She waved her bleeding finger in front of his face. "You wouldn't flinch...wouldn't be tempted in the least...would you?" she asked curiously, an innocent epxression across her face, her eyes shining deviously.

Michael as he looked at the blood he started to get the urges but then he controlled himself
"No i would not" michael said and then he looked away from her bleeding finger.

Crayola watched as he turned his head away. 'Now we're getting somewhere...' She thought, eyebrow raised. She slowly dragged the edge across two more fingers, moving her fingers near his turned face. "Sure about that?" She walked up closer, moving her fingers in each direction he turned, smiling all the while. "Cause if you admit that it...bothers you, in a manner of speaking, I'll stop..."

Michael looked at her and the bloody fingers and then started get mad and then he grabbed her and pushed her across the room. and walked into his room and slammed it.