Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2021 23:46:23 -0800 From: Danny Daisen Subject: A Love For Blood - 0 This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, past present or future, is entirely coincidental. No identification with actual persons places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. No animals were harmed during the writing of this story. All animals that may be "harmed" as a source of food were in fact not harmed as they are fictional and went on to lead long and healthy fictional lives. Constructive criticism and positive feedback is welcome. Hate mail will be flagged for spam and more than likely shared for laughs. d.daisen@icloud.com This story is owned by Danny Daisen and may not be copied, translated or distributed by any individuals, groups, or organizations without explicit written permission. Copyright 2006 Danny Daisen, All Rights Reserved Prologue It started out like any other day does: going to school, making weekend plans, getting ready for summer and what not. I never saw any of this coming, I was your not-so-typical rich kid before the weekend. Hi, my name is Danny Daisen and it's nice to meet you. I'm here to introduce you guys, and girls, to this book you are about to read. This book is my story; a story of how this teenager's life was launched from a giant slingshot into a different dimension. I should probably tell you a little more about myself so you won't be lost and confused in the book. I live in North East Michigan, not too far from the Huron National Forest. I'm 18 and in my spare time, I like to watch anime, read manga, take photos, go hiking, swim, play video games, hang out with friends, date, catch movies, ugh, the list of the common things I like to do could go on for hours. I like to think I am a little on the smart side but others say I'm just a smart ass. I'm a Senior this year and my father and I moved here about halfway through my Junior year. We live in a house that's basically considered legend around here. It's an 18th century house, which looks like the previous owner had a Gothic complex, and it's essentially the grave keepers house, made for the owners of the cemetery next door. The cemetery was part of the deed too, totally not creepy or weird at all I guess. Most people would think, "Well if such an elegant and historic house is so cheap, there must be something wrong with it," but not my dad. No sir, my dad is the kind of person who says, "What a great deal! Let's take it before someone else does!" All of the kids at school, all of the people in the stores, and well, you might as well just say the whole town, seem to be strongly convinced that the house is cursed, which might just explain the cheap price. Of course, you would expect most people to be a little spooked by such an old house with a cemetery in the deed, but it doesn't help much that the cemetery is on the corner of Devil's Way and Death's Drive. But hey, what's a street name have to do with anything, right? Right!? According to local legend, the first owners of the house were a father and his son. The family lived there for about six months when, as rumor has it, a vampire tricked the son into letting him inside, and then he murdered the son in the middle of the house and left a very gory mess. His father moved out, not being able to live there for the grief that the house caused him and another father and teenage son moved in. They declared the house cursed after this pair though for the same thing happened every time. Father and son move in, son dies, father moves out, repeat. Great, now it's my turn. I live here with my father. We recently had some new neighbors move into the guest house last week, the old building on the cemetery lot that we put up for rent. Out of the people who moved in, there is a boy who's about my age, he just turned 18. He seems like an average teenager, aside from the fact that he's ridiculously attractive. He seems pretty shy though; every time I get near him, he always looks at me and then runs away. He looks like a nice guy so I figured I should go welcome him after school. Little did I know that after school today, my life would never be the same again.