Debunk vampire myths, mirror etc.
Vampire royal family
Chapter 1:
My phone's alarm went off, Avicii's Levels blasting out of the tiny but mighty speakers. My serene and restful sleep was ripped away from me. I groaned, opening my eyes and blinking rapidly. "Damn..." I mumbled. The room was bathed in darkness, the sun completely blocked out by my thick curtains. I turned to the left, reaching over to my night stand and swiping my finger on the front screen of my phone, shutting off the alarm. Groaning in relief at the now silence and peace, I rolled back onto my back, resting my head back onto my pillow, snuggling back into the stirring, pleasantly cold body next to me.
"Why do you even set alarms on weekends?" Stasi asked, groggily. "That's so counter-intuitive as to what a weekend is supposed to be."
"I only set it so I don't stay in bed past eleven and know when to wake you up on weekends." I replied, wrapping my arm around her wonderfully pale naked body and pulling her so she was flush against me. I planted a kiss on her temple. "Judging from the time... as well as the alarm, I think it's time for us to wake up."
"You can't break that rule just for one day?" She asked sleepily, shifting the covers over her head to dive back into her little cocoon. I thought about letting her sleep, but then I thought about it from a logical standpoint.
No matter how she pled, I knew that if I gave her the chance, she'd sleep all day and stay up all night. After all, vampires were biologically wired to be nocturnal. Not only was their skin extremely sensitive to the Sun, but there was just something about the Sun's rays that made them sleepy, tired, and lethargic. Vampires had to take prescriptions for certain medications to simply remain cognizant during the day and fall asleep at night.
The memories of Stasi not on such medications brought a nostalgic smile to my face. Even though I thought of those times positively, I certainly didn't want any repeats of the summer vacation of our sophomore year, where I pulled a record number of all nighters with her. We didn't even do that much. We just video chatted on Skype or she snuck onto Viktor's XBox to play video games with me. Although... there was one time where we met up at the park of our old elementary school in the dead of night to play on the playground as if we were five again. That was fun.
"Sorry..." I murmured, peeling back the covers and kissing her once more. "You have five minutes of grace, then i'm ripping open the curtains." That'd wake anybody up for sure, bathing the room in blinding white light. Stasi groaned at the thought of it, wrapping herself back up with a thicker blanket like a burrito to preemptively block out any of the sun's rays.
"Nooo..." She moaned, her voice muffled through the blanket.
"Five minutes." I repeated. My mind said that was the correct answer; to get out of bed, but my body didn't. My muscles were stiff, taut, and sore from yesterday, begging me to stay in bed for at least another hour. My bed was so comfortable, warm, and inviting. It certainly didn't hurt that Stasi was in bed with me. Using exceptional willpower, I slipped out from under my covers, exposing myself to the cool air of my room. I gently swung my legs over, placing the soles of my feet on the soft carpet of my room.
I made to stood up but promptly fell back onto my bed. "Oh!" I gasped, a sharp pain shooting up my hamstring and causing my leg to buckle. Stasi looked up alert, the blanket falling away, and all traces of her sleepiness erased. "What?" She asked, concerned. I rubbed the back of my leg, the taut muscle still twitching. "Nothing." I said. "Just a little banged up from last night." That was an understatement. Judging from the pain, I pulled something.
She looked over me, worriedly. I shivered when I felt her eyes roving over my naked body. Satisfied that I wasn't extremely hurt to the point where i'd have to go see a doctor, the corners of Stasi's mouth slowly upturned in a ghost of a smile. "Banged up from me or the football game?" She questioned, her tone conveying mischievousness, but laden with concern.
"A little bit of both, I guess." I replied, a smile adorning my face as well. I stood up awkwardly, hobbling on one leg to the bathroom. Remember how I said my room wasn't nothing to brag about and how it was actually fairly small? Well, that's without counting the bathroom connected to it. It still wasn't huge, but I mean, come on. I had a bathroom and a shower.
I flicked on the light in my bathroom, shielding my eyes as the room bathed itself in illumination. I hobbled to the sink, bracing myself against it. My sink was separated into two sides, an imaginary border drawn right down the middle. One side had a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and cologne. The other side had every dental hygiene product known to man, including this exotic fang maintenance floss, and an exorbitant amount of cosmetics (which i'm sure wasn't even required). Want to guess who used which side?
After doing my morning routine, like using the toilet and brushing my teeth, I hobbled back into the dark bedroom. Stasi was awake and still on the bed, rolled on her front, scrolling through her phone and answering missed texts from who were probably her parents. They must've been mildly concerned about how she didn't come home last night.
Speaking of parents, I couldn't wait to have that conversation with mines. I knew they were always secretly encouraging Stasi sleeping over even when we weren't dating, and now that everybody knew that we were... I don't think i'd be able to survive the embarrassment.
I'm surprised they haven't checked in on my room yet. It was nearly noon and they must've been home at the very least.
I hobbled to the bed, leaning on it for support. "Bathroom's all yours." I said. She put her phone to sleep, setting it back on the nightstand. "Thanks. About time you got out of the bathroom. Sheesh. I was just about to go in there and drag you out." She said, rolling off my bed and coming onto her feet. She stretched her naked body like a cat, thrusting her chest out into the air. My mouth dropped open at the sight. "Uh..."
She looked over at me, smiling so hard that her fangs were showing. "Sorry, lyubov." She said, crossing the room and looking into my closet for a change of clothes. It goes to show how often she came over to my house. She had nearly one fourth of her wardrobe taking up half the space in my closet. It certainly took a large amount of trust to leave a couple of your favorite outfits at your best friend's house, that's for sure.
She took out a blouse and miniskirt, inspecting it with a critical eye before tutting. Rummaging back in my closet, she removed a green dress, looking at it appraisingly. Turning around, she held up both the outfits. "Which one, Chris?" She asked, innocently, as if the sight of her naked body wasn't going to completely distract me from making any kind of rational thought.
"Uh... what?" I asked, dumbfounded.
