Page 1 of Necking with a Vampire
Chapter 1
“Are you sure this guy is legit?” Peter asked his best friend.
“Totally!”
Alex had good judgement. Usually. But this time, Peter wasn’t so sure. The sketchy black van did not fill him with confidence.
“So you didn’t take me to some black market blood dealer?” Peter asked.
“Just because he pays in cash doesn’t make it any less legit.”
“Yes it does!”
Usually, the bloodmobiles were bright red or white. This one said Blood Donation in bright red letters, but the rest of it was pitch black. Even the windows were tinted back.
Peter had followed Alex to the edge of campus, down the well-worn paths he’d walked every day, but had slowed when they reached the trees.
The creepy copse of trees was infamous. The college had labelled it a park, but everyone knew the real reason it wasn’t developed like the land beyond it.
During orientation, every freshman was told a different story.
The small forest was cursed. Any attempt to build on it led to accidents. Fires. Deaths.
Some people claimed it was an old gravesite, protected by the spirits of the restless dead. Others said it was a ritual site going back many thousands of years. One professor claimed it was one of the world’s anchor points - a place where beings from other planes could cross into ours.
Which one was the truth?
Peter wished it was a gateway to another world, but if he had to put money down, he’d say the site was cursed. Too many credible accidents and disappearances were linked to it.
And as Peter would like to remain accident-free, he always kept his distance. Even from the annual Halloween party held next to it - the one time of the year the place felt welcoming.
But that was still one month away. So for now it was being its usual creepy and uninviting self.
Peter slowed his walk to a crawl.
Wait, he knew that van. It was infamous. Another subject of the freshman rumor mongers.
“Is that the vampire blood merchant?”
“Bro.” Alex rolled his eyes. “Vampires aren’t real.”
“They should be,” Peter muttered.
“You’ll never survive your residency placements if you don’t get over your fear of needles,” Alex said.
“I know, I know!”
“And you said you wanted help dealing with it.”
Peter grit his teeth and said, “I know.”
It was a real problem. He appreciated Alex trying to help. How could Peter ever be a nurse if he couldn’t stand the sight of blood or needles? Fainting during their dissection lab had been a real wake-up call.
“Besides, you’re practically a vampire yourself. Don’t judge!”
“Because I have night classes!”
“You shouldn’t be so judgy of your fellow vampire,” Alex said. “I thought you’d find it more relaxing to be with your kind.”
