He also 

He also 

He also cannot tell why he has dreams of killing small mammals, and birds are in his dreams.

This was not a bird this time, and it was different.

It was a human of his own kind.

He has been shrugging off these nightmares for about a year now.

It was just a nightmare and did not feel real.

 

Last night's dreams made him so scared.

 

He might have to get help and therapy.

Who would believe that he ate dead animals in his sleep?

Who can he ask if he can't afford therapy?

What will the stepparents think?

 

Also, he still wondered if the guy ever lived.

He hoped that he could never actually kill someone.

even if it was most likely a dream

He needs help, and he's not healthy.

He can't stop thinking about the blood that was spilled and the taste.

 

He wondered why his dream was like this.

Was this a warning?

 Was this a sign?  

Will he become a killer?

It does not matter what the case was.

because it was addicting and tasted amazing.

 

He was interrupted by his thoughts when Witt called his name.

What now, you? He stopped mid-sentence.

He smelled something yummy.

 

He smelled blood, and it was familiar too.

 

 

He saw Witt's neck bandaged up right where he bit someone last night.

 

Could it be? no impossible?

 

Did he suck the blood out of one of his classmates?

 

No, It cannot be; it was just a dream, right?

 

Right?

 

Unless.

 

 

But of course, it explains every nightmare he has been having for years.

 

Hey, buddy, how are you?Witt asked worriedly.

 

Yeah, I just realised that he gulped before he said, "What happened to your neck?"

 

Witt's face turned a different colour out of embarrassment.

 

Well, I had a guy ambush me last night.

I'm not sure if anyone will believe me, but I'm still alive.

 

He put a thumbs up to show he was okay.

 

Then he sat down beside him and pulled out a book.

 

Curtis felt a lot of weight lifted off his shoulders.

 

He was glad he was OK and not in pain.

 

 

Sudden Curiosity Churtis was wondering if he would do it again.

He wanted to taste the drug so badly at that very moment.

He licked his lips but quickly snapped out of it.

Thankfully, Witt did not notice because he was reading a book.

Fortunately for him, the bell rang, and the lucky bastard escaped.

 

 

They raced to class, and Curtis overheard some whispers in the back.

 

Some comments talked about Witts' neck, and others talked about concerns.

 

When they started class, they separated into groups of two.

He was in a group with Witt.

He kept it together the whole time, resisting the urge to feed off him.

 

He wanted to leave and never come back.

He must leave. before he loses control and feels sick.

 

Witt inquired, "So, green or blue poster paper?"

 

That was the second time he told Curtis because he was distracted.

 

Curtis pointed at the blue, unable to open his mouth to speak. He was in fear of his fangs showing.

 

Witt smiled. Is your favourite color, by chance, blue?

 

Curtis nodded, even if that was not the case.

His favourite colour was red, for obvious vampire reasons.

 

Witt was so happy that he bounced in his seat and could not believe it.

 

They did not work in class, but they talked.

They thought they would have time to work on it, so they talked.

 

The school bell rang, and the kids had to go home.

 

The assessment is due tomorrow morning, along with homework.

 

Everyone was disappointed and complained.

 

 

Curtis usually skips work and does not complete it.He pays someone to do it and sleeps the rest of the day.

 

But unfortunately, it's a group project, so he has to work on it.

 

I guess no sneaking out tonight for food.

 

 

So, your house or mine? Witt asked nervously.

 

Curtis hesitated; yours is preferred.

 

Witt agreed with a head nod.

 

They got the stuff into their bags and went out the door.

 

Before Curtis could leave, the teacher told him to go.

Work on this with him and don't copy this time.

You will fail and not graduate if you refuse to do it.

 

Sh*tty Curtis mumbled, "I thought I was just meeting the above requirement."

 

He must have been wrong and should have worked harder.

 

His parents will kill him if they find out he failed.

 

He mumbled and grumped.

 

He caught up to Witt, and they started walking home.

Curtis noticed that the smell of blood was disappearing.

The smell was gone once outside.

 

He noticed Witt was wobbly on his feet.

Hey, you are good. Curtis wondered and was annoyed.

Yeah, just dizzy. I don't know why.

 

Curtis sighed and picked him up.

 

The sun was beaming a glare down on them.

 

It was hotter than usual and dry out.

 

 

He rushed to his house, pointing the way.

He did not take long since he was only a few blocks away.

 

He put Witt down on his feet and rang the doorbell.

 

The dad answered, "And  confused."

 

He let the boys in once he saw his son.

 

His parents scrambled to get him some ice packs and water.

 

The house seemed clean and ready for guests.

 

He looked at a wall of pictures of the family.

He saw one of his little siblings and parents.

 

He looked at another photo of what seemed to be his great-grandpa.

 

And it looked like he hunted a bat with Witt's father as a child.

 

 

He looked at the photos and wrote, "

 

1st ever  vampire hunt.

 

 

Oh no  not good.