My Roomate Is A Vampire by Ben Church b_church@yahoo.com Feedback! Please! The Immortal concept belongs to Rysher I think. I'm borrowing the Vampire concept from an eighties movie called My Best Friend is a Vampire. I don't know who came up with it. Sean looked up at the sound of the door opening. "Enter the new room mate." he said. "You need any help?" "Uh, no." Mike said, entering, carrying two of his bags. "I got it." He went to the empty bed across the room and dropped the bags on it. "So you're Sean?" "I am. And you are Mike." "I am." Sean opened the refrigerator for his root beer. He stopped short when he saw what else was in the refrigerator. Several small bottles with a dark red liquid. He pulled one out and looked at the lable. "Pig's blood?" "Um," his room mate's voice came from behind him. "I can explain that." "You're a Vampire?" Sean guessed. "Oh, so you know about Vampires?" "I know a little, I know there's at least three different kinds." "There are?!" Mike ran to his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled out a book entitled "So You're a Vampire. Your Guidebook to an Alternative Lifestyle." He flipped through it quickly. "It doesn't say anything like that in here." "From what I understand, they don't like to associate with each other." he explained. "Which kind are you?" "I'm a Living Vampire." Mike explained, hoping that explained it." "Oh, cool, how'd that happen?" Mike blushed, and Sean got the message. "Oh," he said knowingly. "Go you." Mike walked through the woods, making note of certain signs of animal life, for his science class. Suddenly, the sound of clashing metal reached his ears. He hurried forward and entered the clearing ahead. Within, Sean, and an unfamiliar man were fighting. With swords. As he watched, Sean disarmed his opponent, and even faster than Mike's Vampire speed could get him there to stop him, beheaded him. "Sean what the hell did you just do?" he shouted in horror. He ran for Sean, but was brought up short by a sudden electrical disturbence. He stared in shock, as bolt after bolt of lightening struck his roomate. Even more strange, was that his roomate seemed to be surviving. As Sean rose from the Quickening, he was surprised to find Mike standing at the edge of the clearing, his arms crossed and tapping his foot. "You've got a lot of explaining to do young man." Mike leaned against a tree, taking it all in. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Would you have believed me?" "I'm a Vampire. I like to think that gives be a bit of an open mind." "Er," Sean had to admit, Mike had him there. "Right. Well then how's this, I'm used to keeping it a secret, and it never really came up." "That's a little better. Look, I'll keep your secret if you keep mine?" "Deal." "Are you certain he's one?" the black clad figure asked his companion. "Positive." she said. "I saw him buying blood." "Not usually their style." he muttered. "I don't like it." "Well there's a simple way to find out if he is." she answered. "The cross test never lies." "The Watcher files confirm it." Herman sneered. "The abomination is here. He is an Immortal." "Then why are we waiting here?" Norman asked. "Let us rid the world of him." Sean never saw them coming. One minute he was calmly practicing in the woods, and the next, he felt a horrible pain in his back, bringing him to his knees. He saw them come out of the forest, one carrying a sword. But he didn't sense anything from them. "Oh shit," he thought. "Hunters." He'd heard of them, but had hoped he'd never meet them. He started to crawl away, but two more gunshots stopped him. He felt himself fading. "Oh god," he thought. "Please don't let it end like this!" Mike looked in shock as he entered the clearing. He knew that Sean practiced here, and had come down to see if he wanted to see a movie with him, and some friends. "Hey!" he shouted. "Leave him alone!" One of the men turned, startled, and fired a gun at him. He flinched, then remembered that bullets couldn't even hurt him. Now if they'd had garlic or a stake... but they didn't. He gave them a fiendish grin, and kept advancing. The man with the gun, fired again and again. "Not even an immortal can do that!" he cried, on the verge of panicking. "Maybe not," another said. "But I know what can." He pulled a bulb of garlic and a stake from his pocket and stepped in front of the others. "Oh please!" Mike laughed. "You think I'm a vampire? What kind of Vampire would I be if I can walk around in broad daylight?" That took the Watcher aback. He wavered, which was all Mike needed. He looked into the mans' eyes, and used the Vampire trick he'd learned recently. "Put your weapons on the ground." The man did as he was ordered, with a frightened look on his face. Sean rose to his feet, and knocked the gun out of the man's hand. "That was all the time I needed." Sean said. "Thanks Mike." He knocked out the one with the sword, with a well placed kick to the head. Mike carefully hypnotized all the Watchers to forget about Sean and himself, and sent them on their way. "Well," he said. "That was an adventure." "Um," Sean said. "Are there Hunters for Vampires too?" He heard snickering in the back seat. "Shut up." he muttered. "So, the boy was a Vampire eh?" "He was buying blood!" "He was also walking around in the daylight!" "Oh right, like you've never made that kind of mistake." "Let's just be glad we caught it before we killed an innocent kid." The Vampire Hunters let the subject drop as they drove out of town. The End