((A/N: This is the story of how my OC, Damien, became a vampire. The pic above is Damien.))

The only real way to describe what happened to me is dying and coming back, worse than before. It hurts, like the most excruciating pain you can imagine times ten. It hurts so much you can hardly think about what's going on.

Some might ask how I got to that place. The answer is simple: my ex. It all started years ago, too many for me to count.

I had just moved into town from northern Florida. I didn't have any friends or know anyone. My family had just decided to up and move to Washington DC.

So I knew absolutely no one there. I was seventeen at the time, and just desperately wanted to go home. Unfortunately, my parents wouldn't allow me to go home, so I was stuck being miserable.

I went to high school like any other normal teenager would. Of course, bullying became an issue because I was the new kid from out of state. I didn't care what they were saying about me, so I just ignored it.

What I didn't know at the time was that someone was watching me. I had seen him around campus a few times, but I didn't know him, or anyone, personally. I didn't plan on making friends here anyway.

Then one day, I was confronted by the same guy who had been watching me. I was obviously reluctant to talk to him because I honestly didn't get a good vibe from him.

"Hey, your name's Damien, right? I'm Jackson, but people call me Jack for short," he said, holding his hand out.

"Yeah, any reason you're talking to me? Everyone else seems to think I'm a sunshine loving freak," I asked, becoming suspicious about him.

"Oh, they're just being bitchy about you being from out of state is all. I don't mind it, but I suppose I wouldn't, being from out of state myself," he said with a smile.

"Oh, yeah? Where are you from?" I asked, honestly being a bit curious now.

"I moved here from California a few years back. People will warm up to you eventually."

I shrugged and looked around. There was no one else visible around campus, which I found strange. A bell rang loudly and people started flooding out of buildings.

"Oh dude, school's over. Hey, you wanna hang out at my place?" Jack asked.

"Yeah sure," I replied, texting my dad that I would be home late.

We headed back to his house, which wasn't far from the school. I noticed there was no one else home, so naturally, I assumed his parents were at work, which later he told me they were.

We hung out and played video games on his X-Box and talked about the struggles of moving. We had a lot in common surprisingly.

I knew I liked Jack, he was cool and the only real person who was actually willing to be my friend.

It seemed like days passed in minutes around him. I knew I was crushing on him at this point. Everything just felt so natural around him. I felt like nothing could go wrong.

Of course, since I felt like nothing could go wrong, it all came crashing down at once, in the worst way possible.

Jack had asked to date me a few weeks back, and since I liked him I said yes. So we dated for a few weeks before everything went to shit.

I was at home when it happened. I was playing on my phone, sitting at the bar in my kitchen while my little brother ran around the living room with a Nerf gun. I felt one of the styrofoam pegs hit the back of my head and heard my brother giggle.

I got up and chased him around the house. He was running as fast as he could, screaming his head off. I didn't run as nearly as fast as I could have because I wanted to give him a chance.

He shot me with several more pegs that did absolutely no damage to me before I had him cornered. He aimed the plastic gun at my face, but no peg came out. I smirked and scooped him up and held him over my shoulder.

I carried him back to the living room and put him down on the couch. He was laughing and bouncing around in excitement.

"Again, again!" he cheered.

I sighed and shook my head. I felt a bit light headed and I wasn't sure why. Something just seemed off right now.

I felt my knees grow weak as I fell to the ground. My little brother, Malcolm, gasped and hopped over the edge of the couch.

"Damien! What's wrong!?" he asked, shaking my shoulder.

I groaned and sat up a little. It was obvious that he was worried about me. I ran and hand through my hair and sighed.

"What happened Damien?" he asked.

"I'm fine, just a little lightheaded is all," I replied, coughing into my hand.

I glanced at my hand and became shocked instantly. Malcolm gasped and took a step back.

"Go, go get Mom," I said slowly.

He ran past me, stumbling over his own feet. I was still in shock from the blood I saw.

"Mama! Daddy!" he yelled, running up the stairs.

I coughed again and there was more blood. I was scared and confused right now because I didn't know why this was happening.

My parents came running down the stairs and saw me. My mom gasped as she saw the blood on my hands.

"Damien, oh my lord, what happened!?" she yelled, crouching down to see me.

"I, I don't know," I answered, honestly having no idea.

My dad helped me up and we walked to the car. The only thought I had was that I was going to pass out.

I sat in the passenger seat while my dad drove and my Mom chose to sit in the back and try to calm down Malcolm.

"Don't worry Damien, you'll be okay," my father said reassuringly.

For some reason, I didn't believe him. I felt that things wouldn't be alright. And I didn't know at the time that I was right.

We got to the hospital soon after that, but I had passed out right before. I was fading in and out of consciousness so my dad carried me in.

I couldn't believe what was going on. I felt so miserable and weak. But since I was only half awake I had no idea what was going on.

Once I had finally woken up completely and was able to stay awake, I saw my mother in tears. I sat up a little and looked at her in confusion.

"Mom, why are you crying?" I asked, wondering why she was upset.

She shook her head and got up. I wasn't understanding and wanted to know more.

"Mom, tell me what's going on," I persisted.

A doctor walked into the room and gestured for me to follow. I got up and followed her into an office-like room where my parents were sitting.

I sat down next to them and glanced around. My mom was obviously upset and my dad was trying not to seem upset, but I could still tell.

"What's going on?" I asked, hoping for an answer from anyone at this point.

My parents looked at the doctor who sighed and took her glasses off.

"Damien, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, well, we've found cancer in your stomach, liver, and brain," she said sympathetically.

My mom burst out in tears, but I was just left frozen. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

My thoughts had stopped completely. I was just sitting there in shock.

"Damien?" my father asked.

It was at this moment that my life stopped. I knew that I was going to die. There was no way I was going to survive.

"I, I have to go," I said slowly while getting up.

It all happened so fast that it was too much to deal with. I felt sick, depressed, but most of all, I felt scared.

The only thought in my mind right now was Jackson. How was I going to tell my boyfriend that I had cancer in my stomach, liver, and brain? How was I going to tell him that I was certainly going to die?

I felt like I was being crushed by the weight on my shoulders right now. I couldn't bear the thought of telling him.

I ran home, leaving my family at the hospital. None of them came after me because they knew I would never have taken this well.

I collapsed down on my bed and buried my face into the pillows. I had never felt more scared in my life. That's when the tears started pouring out of my eyes like a stream of broken dreams and hopes.

I laid there for what seemed like hours, just letting my tears fall. My door opened slowly but I didn't bother to look up. I just wanted to stay in a dark room alone and sulk right now.

Of course, with my family and this situation, that would never be an option. Malcolm had climbed on my bed and laid next to me. I sighed and hugged him tightly. No matter how much he got on my nerves sometimes, I knew I was going to miss him and that he was going to miss me.

"Mama told me you're sick and that it's bad," he said softly.

"Yeah, it's bad," I replied, seeing no point in lying to him.

"It'll be okay Damien," he whispered, hugging me tighter.

I wanted to believe him, but everything in my body was telling me that I was going to die. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't believe him. In my mind, I was already dead.

The next day I saw Jack at school. It hurt to even look at him. It hurt knowing that I would have to tell him I had cancer.

I wasn't sure if I could even bring myself to do it. It would be extremely difficult to even fathom telling him.

I jumped in surprise when someone hugged my waist from behind. I looked back and my heart instantly ached. It was Jack.

"Hey Damien, you okay?" he asked, resting his head on my shoulder.

"I'll, uh, I'll tell you later, okay?"

"Alright."

I knew school was going to be one of the worst things now. Sure, I'm a senior, but I still had a couple more months of school left. It was going to be too much, so I figured I'd just drop out to deal with my situation.

As soon as our classes were over Jack was right by my side, his arm around my shoulder. I smiled weakly but kept my gaze down.

"Wanna go to my place? My parents aren't home~," he asked, a slight purr in his voice.

"Okay, I'll tell you then," I said softly.

We walked back to his house within a few minutes. I knew Jack could tell I was anxious.

"So, what were you gonna tell me?" he asked.

I sat him down and ran my fingers through my hair. This was going to hurt both of us. But at the end of the day, I wouldn't be surprised if Jack decided to leave me to spare some of the pain.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, a worried tone in his voice.

"Oh, it couldn't be worse," I mumbled under my breath.

He gave me a worried look that made me feel even worse for doing this. I looked away and walked around the room for a moment. I couldn't look at Jack when I told him this, it would hurt too much.

"Damien, what's going on?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I just had to tell him now.

"Well, I, I got sick yesterday and I went to the hospital and," I paused, "and they told me it's cancer; liver, stomach, and brain. So basically, I'm gonna die," I said, getting choked over my own words.

I glanced back at Jack, who had shock written all over his face. Guilt overtook my whole body as I broke down and fell to my knees. I felt like I was being crushed and everything about my entire world was crumbling down around me.

Jack hugged me tightly as I cried. I truly felt like I was dying, and that I was killing part of everything around me.

"It's alright Damien, we'll get through this. I know we will," he said reassuringly.

I cried in his chest and he held me close. No matter what anyone said, I found it hard to believe that I would make it through this.

"I, I don't want to hurt you. Just leave me now before the bitter end," I whispered.

Jack looked me in the eyes and pulled me into a kiss. I was surprised by the action and my face flushed a deep red.

"I'm not going to leave you. We'll get through this, together," he said, hugging me.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and sobbed. I was happy and sad that Jack was staying.

I was happy for him to stay because I had slowly fallen in love with him over time, but I was sad because I knew it was going to hurt him when I died, and I didn't want to hurt him.

"I love you, Damien," he said softly.

"I love you too, Jack," I replied.

A few days passed before I managed to see Jack again. My mother wanted to keep me in the house because of my condition.

I finally managed to get out of the house for school, even though I dreaded going.

Jack hugged me the minute I got on campus. I knew he'd been anxious to see me because it had been a few days.

"Jack, I'm not sure how much more I can handle with school and everything else," I said softly.

"It's just a couple more months, Damien. It'll be alright. Just try to pull through, okay?" he said, walking with me onto the patio area of the school.

"I'll try, but I'm already burning out, Jack," I said, sitting down.

He sighed and sat down next to me, pulling me close so I could lean on him. I wasn't feeling too well anymore. I guess that would be a side effect of dying.

We went to lunch later that day. I sat with Jack and just tried to relax some. A few of his friends sat at the table, but I only knew a couple of their names and didn't know them personally.

They were kind of loud and rowdy, but I was trying my best to block them out. I wasn't one to talk during lunch anyway.

I pushed my tray away and looked to the side. Jack pushed it back in front of me and I sighed.

"You need to eat," he said.

I shook my head, being more nauseous than hungry anyway.

"Please eat, you need to," he urged.

"I'm not gonna eat when I feel nauseous," I replied.

He sighed and gave up on the topic. I wasn't hungry, to begin with. I flipped off one of his friends when they glared at me, not being in any mood for that kind of thing.

"Damien," Jack said softly.

"I'm not in the mood for that kind of shit. In case you forgot, I'm dying from the inside out. Sorry if I get a little irritable," I snapped.

Jack looked down and sighed. I knew I had snapped and now I felt bad.

"I haven't forgotten, it'd be impossible to forget. Guys, just take it easy on Damien alright?" he said.

His friends nodded because he was essentially their leader and they all listened to him.

I was a bit relieved they would ease up on me from now on. That would be one less thing for me to have on my shoulders right now. God knows the last thing I need to be added on to terminal cancer is stress.

The bell rang and dismissed us to class. I sighed as we walked, only feeling more nauseous.

Jack glanced at me and noticed how horrible I must have looked.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm gonna be sick," I said while running into the bathroom.

I ran into a stall only to start puking my brains out. I just couldn't help it. This was the first time it had been this bad and of course, it had to happen during school.

Jack followed of course and rubbed my back to comfort me. I felt completely and utterly miserable, but having Jack here did help a little.

"Just let it out," he said comfortingly.

I heard the bell ring, which meant we were late to class, not that it really mattered, or that I really cared. All my teachers were told I had cancer, so they knew there would be limits for me. As for Jack, most the teachers knew we'd been dating, so they'd probably let him off easy too. Having a boyfriend with cancer isn't easy after all.

Once I finally managed to stop retching I got up and flushed the disgusting bile away.

I could tell that Jack was worried about me, but that wasn't my biggest concern at the moment.

I washed my hands and splashed water to clean my face a little and to try and feel better.

"We should get you home," Jack said softly.

I put my hands on the counter of the sink and leaned against it, looking down.

"No, I'm gonna get through school. Like you said, I'll pull through," I said, using his own words against him.

"Damien-"

"No. I'm going to stay," I said, cutting him off.

He sighed and hugged my shoulders as we walked to our next class. We walked in the room about fifteen minutes late. The teacher gave us both a nod as we sat down, but the rest of the students just gave us glares because we could get away with being late.

Days went on like this. It was practically the same routine just playing on a loop each day. It was just the same. Get to school, go to a few classes, head to lunch but don't eat, get sick after lunch, and go to the rest of our classes.

That's the reason I had been losing weight. I wasn't eating and constantly puking, which isn't a good combination.

I went home with Jack today since I didn't want to be trapped at home with my mother who would force me to eat.

Today I had decided something big when I got to Jack's house. I had decided to give him my virginity. I figured that if I were to die, I might as well die without my virginity. Because let's face it, dying a virgin sucks.

So that's what we ended up doing that night. I ended up falling asleep, snuggled to Jack's chest.

Since it was Friday when we had sex, it was Saturday when we woke up. My mother of course had been spamming my phone with calls and texts, making me glad I had put it on silent.

I got up slowly and got dressed while Jackson slept. I went into the other room and texted my mother back, telling her I would be home later today and to stop worrying about me so damn much.

I turned my phone off so I wouldn't have to deal with her reply until later. I was so sick of all her worrying towards me. I just couldn't stand it anymore.

I went home shortly after Jack woke up so I wouldn't just leave without an explanation. The last thing I wanted was to give him the wrong idea.

I walked home in the rain and entered my house quietly, but apparently quietly was still loud enough to catch my mother's attention.

"Damien! Where on Earth have you been!?" she yelled.

"I already told you, Mom, I was with Jack at his house," I replied, becoming slightly irritated.

"You were supposed to be home yesterday! What were you doing there?! You know how I feel about him!" she snapped.

She was seriously pissing me off right now. I knew she didn't exactly approve of me being gay, but I didn't care. My father was fine with it on the other hand. And Malcolm, he was too young to understand, since he was only five.

"I wanted to hang out! And y'know what? I didn't feel like dying a miserable virgin! So, sorry if you don't like Jack, but you're going to have to get over it because he isn't going anywhere right now!" I yelled back at her.

I saw her become enraged. I knew I had done it now. My father put a hand on her shoulder, but she slapped it away. I knew my father wouldn't care if I had sex with Jackson, he had no problem with our relationship. But my mother did not approve.

"You're never seeing that boy again!" she yelled.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach when she said that, but then, I became angry.

"Now, Honey, I think that's a little much now, don't you think we should-" my father was cut off by my mother, only to be cut off by me. 

"Y'know what, Mom? Fuck you! I'm sitting here, dying from the inside out because of cancer, and you're trying to tell me who I can and can't love? That's a real bitch thing to do! I honestly, could not give less of a fuck right now! I'm going to be with who I want, no matter what you think! But I think, since I have this horrible fucking terminal cancer, that you should give me a fucking break! You should at least be happy that I have something that's keeping a small part of me alive, instead of me sitting in a dark room all day! So I am done, dealing with this bullshit!" I screamed.

She looked shocked that I had told her off in the way that I did. I was too pissed to care at this point. My father gave me a small thumbs up, meaning he thought I had done the right thing.

I growled and stomped up the stairs, just wanting to be alone. I punched my wall out of anger and let out growls of frustration.

Malcolm opened my door slowly and peeked in, obviously hearing part of what had just taken place.

"Damien, do you need a hug?" he asked softly.

I sighed and nodded. He ran in and hugged me tightly, giving comfort in the best way he knew how which actually helped me a little bit.

"Thanks, Malcolm," I said quietly.

"You're welcome, Damien, I just want you to feel better," he replied.

I sighed and sat down on my bed, putting my face in my hands. I knew everything was going down hill.

I wanted to go spend the night at Jack's house. His parents never minded having me around, even though they knew of the cancer.

I looked at Malcolm and glanced at the door. I knew he could keep secrets for me because he was closer to me more than our parents.

"Malcolm, I'm gonna go to Jack's house okay? Can you just tell Mom and Dad that I'm sleeping and not to bother me if they ask?" I asked him.

"Of course I can," he replied happily.

I smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Good boy," I said, opening my window and climbing out.

I sprint over to Jack's house and he let me in instantly. He seemed slightly different now, but oddly still the same.

I wasn't sure what to think right now. I just wanted to get my mother out of my mind. It was also getting late, so I was tired.

"You should rest," Jack said softly, taking me up to his room.

I nodded and laid down, falling asleep almost instantly. It was surprising how tired you get when dying.

What I didn't know until later, was what Jackson and his family, really were. Since I was asleep and was a deep sleeper, I didn't feel two sharp fangs enter my neck, injecting a venom that would turn me into one of them as well.

I woke up later and rubbed my neck, not feeling the two small bite marks left.

I headed home later that day, finally having my appetite back. My mother was still mad at me for going off with Jackson, but I was still mad at her for how she was treating me for it.

Since my father was at work and Malcolm was upstairs in his room, my mom was in the kitchen. Without time to think about my actions, I sunk my teeth deep into her neck, making her shriek in pain for a short moment before she went silent and the color faded from her eyes.

The front door to the house opened and my father walked into the kitchen. Again without thinking, I did the same to him.

I heard Malcolm run down the stairs, giggling and laughing like he always did, but once he saw me covered in blood, he went dead silent.

I looked at him, my eye twitching slightly in a newfound insanity. I looked around at my parents and felt guilt take over my body.

I took a step back in shock and covered my mouth. I felt tears stream down my face from the pain I was feeling now. I knew what I had become now, and I was horrified.

"Damien, What, what happened?" he asked, a scared tone in his voice.

I hugged him tightly and cried. I couldn't bring myself to hurt him. I could never hurt, or even stay mad at Malcolm.

"Please, keep this a secret. Run away from here, far away. Take some money and leave this behind. Don't tell anyone, not even a soul about this, okay? Just keep this one, last secret for me, okay Malcolm?" I asked, looking him in the eyes as tears poured from mine.

"Okay, Damien, I will. I won't tell. I'll leave. Far away. Forever. But, will I see you?" he promised but wondered.

"If you can find me. I'll be on the lookout for you too. I love you."

"I love you too," he said, hugging me as tightly as ever.

I wiped the blood from my mouth and ran from the house, not believing the actions I had just committed.

I ran to Jackson's house and hit the door repeatedly. He answered with a smirk on his face.

"What the fuck did you do to me!?" I screamed.

He pulled me inside and held my shoulders.

"I cured you. Now you can never die," he said with a smirk.

"No! You turned me into a monster! How could you?! How could you do this to me!?" I yelled, still crying.

"I saved you, you ungrateful little whore!" he yelled back, slapping me across the face.

I let out a yip of pain as I fell to the floor. I was in shock that Jack had just hit me.

"You didn't save me! You turned me into a monster!" I screamed.

"I saved you from cancer!"

"I'd rather be dead!" I screamed, running out of the house.

I ran far away from his house and never once looked back. It hurt a lot, and it was almost unbearable.

I thought I loved Jackson, but after this, I could never forgive him. He turned me into a blood-sucking monster. Because of him, I murdered my parents and lost my brother, probably forever.

I couldn't love him after that. I would have rather died a thousand times than kill my parents. I would have rather died painfully and slowly from cancer than do that.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I figured if I could get far enough away, I would never have to deal with Jack ever again.

I ran back home and discovered Malcolm was gone, just like I told him he should be. I sighed and sat down, crying uncontrollably on my knees.

I couldn't take living like this if it could even be classified as living at this point.

Can being cured of cancer but feeding off the blood of others really count as living? I never thought so. It just didn't seem realistic. How can you live when you have to take the lives of others, just to get by?

I never thought I would have to kill to stay alive, but that's what my life has become. That's what Jackson made me, and for that, I could never forgive him.

I finally managed to pull myself together and stand before leaving through the back door of the house and hopping the fence. I heard sirens head towards the house, but never once looked back on what I was leaving behind. I knew that if I looked back, I would never be able to move on from this nightmare.

I walked to the edge of town and sighed, looking back at the wretched town I was now going to leave behind. I couldn't help but smile just a little bit at what I was leaving behind.

I was going to be able to start a new life by leaving. One where I could live wherever I wanted and have my own rules, where I could do whatever I wanted and leave whenever I wanted, one where I finally had the freedom to do what I wanted. There would be no limits on me except for the ones I ended up putting on myself.

I started walking again and smiled. Maybe, just maybe, living on my own and moving on, wouldn't be such a bad thing.

((A/N: Oh my god, this is the longest Wattpad chapter I have EVER written currently. It's just over five thousand words, not including both author notes. So yeah :3 ))