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Become The Vampire Quest 1
You look at the gates of your new school, pack in hand, and pause. In some ways it feels like it's all been leading up to this, and in other ways, it's like this is where the story begins. As you walk towards Red Fields Academy, you find yourself thinking back over the last few months.
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It had all started maybe six months ago. You had moved to a new town with your dad, gone through the usual motions of greeting neighbors you didn't expect to see again when you moved on, and going to a new school where you didn't know anyone, all so your dad could pull his “vampire hunter” schtick. You weren't sure what he was really up to, and had long since given up on trying to work it out. The curiosity had been replaced with a deep resentment at being dragged all over the country for whatever ridiculous purpose he had in mind.
When you were younger you thought maybe he was an arms dealer or something, or an assassin. At the time it had almost seemed cool. It explained the blood, the late nights, the guns. But he always seemed to be scraping by, working odd jobs to cover expenses by day and “hunting vampires” by night. You barely saw him, and when you did he was always too drunk to talk and too tired to do anything with you. He was the only constant in your ever-changing world, and you kind of hated him. Maybe that would be putting too fine a point on it. You hated his guts, or at least, you thought you did.
You settled in and went through the usual new kid hazing, bullies figuring out if you were an easy mark, popular kids sneering at you as they determined your worth. The weeks passed by, you caught up on classwork while your dad did his thing. Business as usual for you.
You look at the gates of your new school, pack in hand, and pause. In some ways it feels like it's all been leading up to this, and in other ways, it's like this is where the story begins. As you walk towards Red Fields Academy, you find yourself thinking back over the last few months.
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It had all started maybe six months ago. You had moved to a new town with your dad, gone through the usual motions of greeting neighbors you didn't expect to see again when you moved on, and going to a new school where you didn't know anyone, all so your dad could pull his “vampire hunter” schtick. You weren't sure what he was really up to, and had long since given up on trying to work it out. The curiosity had been replaced with a deep resentment at being dragged all over the country for whatever ridiculous purpose he had in mind.
When you were younger you thought maybe he was an arms dealer or something, or an assassin. At the time it had almost seemed cool. It explained the blood, the late nights, the guns. But he always seemed to be scraping by, working odd jobs to cover expenses by day and “hunting vampires” by night. You barely saw him, and when you did he was always too drunk to talk and too tired to do anything with you. He was the only constant in your ever-changing world, and you kind of hated him. Maybe that would be putting too fine a point on it. You hated his guts, or at least, you thought you did.
You settled in and went through the usual new kid hazing, bullies figuring out if you were an easy mark, popular kids sneering at you as they determined your worth. The weeks passed by, you caught up on classwork while your dad did his thing. Business as usual for you.
