Original written story

# The original written story novel style

## Chapter 1

I wake up to someone knocking on my desk, “Excuse me, Mister Laurier. Class ended twenty minutes ago. You know, I do not tolerate sleeping in my class.” Crap.

“Professor Caddel! I’m so sorry! Please don’t kick me out- I won’t let it happen again, I swear!”

“You’ve said that everyday for the past three weeks- One more time and you will lose the credits for my class. Do you understand?”

“I’m sorry ma’am, I understand.” I get up to go grab something for lunch. When I get to the door, Professor Caddel stops me.

“Wren, I know you're a smart kid. You just need to apply yourself.” I nod and walk out. Jeez, I thought college was supposed to be chill. Maybe Finance just sucks.

I get to the counter in the cafeteria.

“A slice of cheese pizza, please.” The lady hands it to me and I give her $2. The pizza looks a little bit burnt. Or a lot bit. Maybe everything sucks.

I need to relax so I go and walk outside into the forest on the west side of campus. I follow a little trail I made a few weeks ago when I started at Black Ocean University. I stop in a small clearing. Black Ocean is in Washington State so it is in no way warm and sunny but it’s away from people and that's good enough for me. I sit down and choke down my pizza. Don’t judge me, I’m hungry. Afterwards, I lay down to take a quick power nap. I hear the sound of sticks breaking and the sound of some kind of animal dying.

“What the-” I jump up, on guard. I hear it again, but this time it’s closer and paired with a kind of snarling sound. Nope. I’m good. I think I’m gonna leave. I get up to start running but because I chose fashion over function - or rather height over function - when wearing my 4” platform boots, I trip over a tree root. Great. I brace for impact but something catches me by my shirt. I turn my head to see a guy around my age holding onto my collar.

“Platforms in the woods? That’s not very practical.” He had long-ish dark brown hair, bright red eyes, and rectangular glasses. His eyes were startling, but the most concerning part about him was his white shirt, covered in blood. I would’ve thought he was injured if he wasn’t acting so normal. That and the fact he had blood dripping from his fangs. I do a double take. Fangs??? He can’t be a vampire. Vampires aren’t real. Right? The fangs have to be surgical. But wasn’t he drinking blood?

“Are you a vampire?” I blurt out. Oh Lord, I did not just say that- He let’s me go and I turn to face him.

“Yep,” he answers, smiling. “Pretty cool, huh?” I stare at him with my jaw dropped. The blood drains from my face.

“I’m Oliver. What’s your name?” he asks, reaching out his hand. I continue to stare, not making a single movement.

“O-kay then. Not very talkative. Maybe I should take you home. You don’t look all that great.” I shake my head fervently. I turn the direction I need to go to get back to BOU. I start walking but my ankle gives out. Oliver catches me - again - but this time, picks me up and carries me bridal style.

“Put me down,” I attempt to growl. It comes out as a squeak.

“Nope. Platforms are terrible for weak ankles. Now, where do you need to go?” I try to wriggle my way out of his arms but he just holds me tighter.

“You’re not gonna be put down until I get you home,” he says. I groan,
“Fine. I need to go to the Black Ocean University dorms,” I concede.

We make it to the building and I expect to be put down but Oliver walks right in the door with me still in his arms.
“What floor?” he asks when he gets to the elevator.

“Floor three, room 312,” I grumble. He steps into the elevator and presses the button. We ride up in silence. The elevator dings and the doors open. Oliver steps out and walks to my door. The door opens up enough for me to see my roommate, Iva. She looks up from the book she was reading and her face changes from recognition to fear.

“Put him down! You’re not welcome here!” she sputtered.

“Shame,” he says while walking in. He closes the door, sets me down on my bed, then grabs the chair from my desk and straddles it backwards. He watches, silently, as Iva rummages through her drawers. She pulls out a silver cross, hands shaking. Her face grimaced as if she was in pain.

“Go away!” she shouts, pushing it towards Oliver. He stares at her with indifference.

“It’s not gonna do anything. Now, put that down before it kills you,” he says, trying to grab the cross. He successfully tears it out of Iva’s grip. I looked at Iva. Her hands were blistered and shaky with what looked like second degree burns. I get up and kneel beside her, gingerly taking her wrists.

“Iva, what happened?” I whisper. She says nothing but a small squeak of pain.

“She’s a vampire,” Oliver says cooly. I look at him incredulously. My roommate is not a vampire. She sleeps at night and goes out in the sparse Washington sunlight. And as far as I’ve seen, she eats human food and doesn’t drink blood. I stand up to look him in the face but he’s already gone. SiR- you can’t just drop a bomb like that and leave-

"Iva do you know that guy or something? What was that all about?" She looks up at me, her face blank.

She was obviously choking back tears from the pain, "It's nothing, really.”

"That wasn't nothing. What was he talking about?"

“I said it was nothing!” I can tell she isn’t going to give me anything, so I give up trying to push. I get up and try to find that guy so he can tell me what he was talking about. I can hear Iva shout at me to just drop it from the room, but I'm already gone and sprinting back the way we came in, ignoring the pain in my ankle. I fly down the stairs, two at a time, and burst through the door. Out of breath and my legs beginning to give out, I see him about to go back into the forest.

"Hey," I shouted at him, stopping him where he stood, to turn to me as I finally caught up to him "What do you mean? What was all that?" I huff.

“All what?” he asks. I look at him with an Are you kidding me? look. But I can tell that he really is clueless.

“What were you talking about up there? Vampires? Seriously, tell me what you did to Iva before I call campus security.”

“I didn’t do anything. She picked up the silver crucifix, not me.”

“But she’s just a human? Why would it hurt her that badly?”

“I told you. She’s a vampire.”

“Uh huh. And why didn’t it affect you?” He shrugs, “Dunno.” I make a face.

“Look, I woke up with nothing. I didn’t know my name, my age, or where I was. All I knew was I was not human. I didn’t know what, just not human,” Oliver snaps. I stare at him with disbelief.

“Then how do you know you’re a vampire?”

“First of all, normal food didn’t fill me up. I was still starving after eating multiple meals. Then, one night I was taking a walk, and out of nowhere, I attacked this girl, no older than 15, who was walking in the opposite direction. I became an animal…” he continues on, but I stop listening.

“Yeah, yeah I get it. You sound like Edward from Twilight. That’s BS.” He pouts.

“Fiiiine. I ran into an older vampire and they told me.”

“That sounds more believable.”