vampires will never hurt you

Another short chapter for you all. thank you so much to the people that reviewed. The reviews are what makes me keep writing, without them i wouldn't have any confidence left to post anything so hugs to you all!


The minute Bam stepped inside the school, Johnny was in front of him, impatient as always to find out what was going on.

"Come on, I wanna see this note that had you so worked up."

Bam cringed inwardly as the rest of his friends started to wonder what he was talking about.

"It's no big deal." He shrugged, trying to play it off. "It's just a creepy note I got last night."

"Creepy? You didn't tell me that it was creepy!" Johnny exclaimed excitedly. "Let us read it."

Sighing, Bam handed over the note and watched his friends reactions as they read it.

"This is a joke right?" Dunn asked nervously.

"I hope so." Bam replied honestly. "I'm just hoping that it was someone being an idiot and they'll forget all about it, but I can't think of anyone other than you guys that would do it as a joke."

"Well, we're here for you if you need us dude." Raab said as the bell rang and they all headed for their first class.

The day flew by quickly and before he knew it he found himself standing on Missy's doorstep with absolutely no memory of how he got there as he'd been so deep in his thoughts. Knocking on the front door, he was faced a few minutes later with Missy's mom.

"Hi honey. Melissa is upstairs in her room, you can go straight up." He flashed her a smile as he headed up the stairs.

He smiled as he opened the bedroom door and saw his girlfriend laying on her bed, doing her homework. He didn't know how she did it but even just seeing her made him forget all her problems.

"Hey." He greeted happily.

"Hi Bam." She smiled, abandoning her homework.

"What's been wrong with you today?" She asked as he sat down next to her on the bed. "I spoke to Juliette after school and she said you've been acting really weird."

Bam winced at the sound of Juliette's name. She was Missy's best friend but she was the type of person that loved sticking her nose into other people's business and Bam hated her.

"Did you put a note in my pocket last night when I left?"

"No, but what has that got to do with anything?"

"Ok, don't freak out but when I got home last night I found this in my back pocket." He took otu the note and gave it to her. He watched as she read it, a look of disbelief on her face, before turning to him, concern on her face.

"Bam, this sounds like somethinga stalker would write, you need to be careful. I mean, I don't want some deranged stalker knowing where I live."

"Thanks for the oncern Missy." Bam said sarcastically, getting up off the bed. "I'll go home. At least the stalker won't know where you live then."

"I didn't mean it like that." She sighed. "I'm just worried, that's all. Have you called the police?"

"And told them what? That someone left me a slightly obsessive love letter? They'd laugh at me. It's probably just a joke and I won't hear anything else from them." He said as he started walking toward the door.

"You don't have to leave. We haven't spent any time together today."

"I'll come round again tomorrow, I kinda want to be on my own tonight." He hurried down the stairs and out of the house, not wanting to deal with all the questions that Missy would have that he didn't know the answers to.

He went and sat in the park for a while, rocking back and forth on the swings absentmindedly as he thought about everything. He wasn't sure how long he'd sat there but when he finally snapped out of his thoughts, it was dark. Fuck, his parents were going to kill him.

Jumping off the swing, he raced down the road and through the cemetary, but as he reached the exiting gate he noticed something that made him forget all about angry parents. Stuck on the concrete pillar that held the gate to the grave yard was a folded piece of paper with his name written on it.

"Not again." He sighed. He looked around quickly to see if the person was nearby. When he couldn't find anyone, he returned his attention to the note. His mind was screaming at him not to take it but he couldn't seem to help himself.

It was a morbid curiosity, like seeing a car crash but being unable to tear your eyes away, that made him reach out and take the note. He continued to look round as he opened it, half hoping that one of his friends would jump out, laughing at him for actually thinking he had a stalker. Unfortunately, no one did.

My darling Bam,
by now you should have read my fist note. There will be many more, I promise. You looked so lonely in the park earlier, I nearly took you away then. But, you're not ready just yet. You need to accept that I will have you whether you want me to or not. If you don't fight me, I can give you everything you desire but if you do, it will just make things more difficult and painful for the both of us.

The letter ended there, rather abruptly but Bam was glad. The psycho had been watching him tonight? And what did they mean by difficult and painful? Was whoever it was going to hurt him or kill him? Folding the note back up and putting it in his pocket, he turned around and spoke into the darkness, knowing that the stalker would be watching and listening.

"This isn't funny any more, I mean, why me? What have I done for you to do this to me? I want to know who the hell you are, so why don't you write that in your next pathetic attempt at scaring me."

Ville watched it all from the shadows, listening as Bam got louder and louder until he was shouting in frustration. As he watched Bam finish his rant and leave the cemetary, he decided that Bam looked most beautiful when he was angry and passionate about something and he resolved to tell him so in his next letter.

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The next two days were quiet and Bam didn't recieve any more notes, something he was very thankful for. His life was going great and nothing coud spoil it. Now, as everyone knows, whenever somebody says that nothing can go wrong, something usually does.

It was friday night and Bam was heading to the park where he always met Missy. She was already there when he arrived and he took a few moments just to watch her before he made his presence known.

Walking up to her, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Hey, how long have you been waiting for me?"

"Not long, don't worry." She replied, pulling away from his embrace.

"What's wrong?" Bam asked, confused. Missy never pulled away from him, she was a naturally affectionate person.

"I've been thinking for a long while about this and I think that we should stop seeing each other."

The blunt way she said it felt like a punch in the face and Bam was having a hard time trying to find his voice.

"W...what do you mean? I thought, I thought you were happy with me."

"I was. But things change. We don't see each other that often, going to different schools and it's hard."

"Bullshit. You can't honestly say that you're breaking up with me because we don't go to the same school." Bam said in disbelief.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you, but I just don't have feelings for you any more. You and your friends are just too immature. I want to be with someone who's serious about life and wants something realistic, not stupid pipe dreams about becoming a professional skater."

"We're teenagers Missy, we're not supposed to be mature yet. I'm not interested in growing up too fast, and being a pro skater may turn out just to be a hopeless dream but at least I have dreams. At least I have something that I can work towards trying to achieve."

He walked away, unable to face her any longer. He managed to control his feelings until he got out of the park gates and then he ran. He ran faster than he knew he could, tears of hopelessness streaming down his face until he finally collapsed, exhausted, under a tree by the river bank.

There, he let all of his tears fall, freely, not bothering to wipe them away as they streamed down his face. He sat there, trying to work out where her feelings had changed, whether he should have noticed but hadn't. With the pain and hurt, he felt anger. Anger at her for ending it with him and breaking his heart, and anger at himself for not being good enough for her, anger that he hadn't seen this coming.

When he finally had no tears left, he got up and started a slow walk home. His parents had gone on a second honeymoon to Venis so he had the house to himself for the week. He had been thrilled about it, but now, now everything just seemed empty.

He pulled out his key as he neared the house, unlocking the front door without even looking. It wasn't until he accidently dropped his key on the floor that he saw it. On the porch floor was a long stemmed rose on top of a familliar looking piece of folded paper.

He stared at them in shock, temporarily forgetting about Missy as he realized that the stalker now knew where he lived. He debated leaving them where they were, but in the end, once again, curiosity won and he picked them up and took them into the house.

He grabbed one of his dad's beers from the fridge and put a cradle of filth cd into the stereo, turning it up loudly before flopping down on the couch and opening the note.

My love,
I will start this letter by answering the questions you asked me. I'm not doing any of this to be funny or to scare you. I'm doing this all simply because I want you. I want you to be my lover, my consort and my soulmate. I chose you because you are one of the most stunning creatures I have ever seen. Your bubbling, sunny personality that is a complete contrast to my life of darkness and shadows. The way your beauty radiates from you even when you're angry.
I can't tell you who I am yet, but I will soon, I promise. When you finally meet me, I will answer all the questions you will have and I promise you that I will never lie to you no matter how hard the truth may be.
I'm glad that the girl has gone. I don't like people touching what belongs to me. She wasn't worth your time anyway, your dreams are important and you should follow them. Just tell me it's what you want and I will kill her for hurting you.

The note scared him for several reasons. The first being that his stalker seemed to be getting more posessive and creepy. The second reason was that he hadn't noticed that he was being watched during his argument with Missy, or that he'd been followed home one night. And the third reason, the reason that scared him most of all, was that, in some strange, sick way, knowing that someone cared that much about him, was making him feel happy inside.

Shaking his head in disgust at his traitorous thoughts, Bam threw the note on the table with the rose and downed the rest of the beer.

He stared at the telephone, searching for a sign on whether he should call Missy and try to work things out and after a few agonizing, heart breaking moments, he gave up, a single tear sliding down his face as he went upstairs to try and sleep the pain away.