Vampyres are lame. Like, those people who run around dressed in all black and listen to that stupid music where some German guy groans about darkness and stuff. That's why I wasn't too upset when Van went and tore all their throats out last week. Really, the town's better off without them and I'm just glad I can go to fifth period social studies without having to smell that awful incense residue coming off of Jimmy Carson, aka Raven Blackwing. Huh, freaking Jimmy Carson. Jerk stole my Hot Wheels Lamborghini when I was 8 and now I'm probably never going to get it back.

The Vampyre kids were always annoying, but things got really bad at the end there when all the girls got into it overnight. Freaking Twilight. Around Halloween Kim Beadley started this rumor that Van was finally gonna show everybody a feeding at Nate Roth's party. I didn't believe her, but a lot of other kids did.

I always felt sorry for Van. It's gotta be tough being the only kid of one sort or another in the whole school. Geez, I don't think there are any other vamps in the whole town, except for maybe Mr. Martins in that old condo complex by the lake. Around here it's just the Peier family. Van, his little sister Kelly and their folks. His dad runs a copy shop on Birch Lane and I think his mom sells quilts on e-bay. They had to lobby for some kind of special enrollment in our school system because they technically live outside the district. I can understand not wanting to send Van and Kelly to the schools around their house. I hear the kids there beat other kids up just for being ginger, so who knows what they'd do to vampires. Rock and a hard place for the Peires, I guess. They need to live in the outskirts, what with all the pigs they've gotta keep.

Anyway, Nate asked Van to come to the party but Van said no. Nate told everyone that he changed Van's mind by offering him a virgin, but I hear that Nate had his mom call Van's mom and beg. Pretty pathetic, but not as pathetic as when Nate begged for his life in that basement.

I don't know why I went. Maybe I knew what was gonna happen. They brought everyone down to the den and of course Jimmy lit, like, a thousand sticks of Nag Champa. Then they pulled away this rug and there was a big pentagram on the floor. Van was already starting to lose it, but they just kept pushing him. Nate started rambling off some fake incantation about how Van was gonna "give him the dark gift" or something like that. Then, like the idiot he is... was... he sliced open his hand with this stupid ritual knife that he probably got on the Internet and let his blood drip on the floor. Van started shaking and clenching his eyes, but he was keeping it together.

That's when Kelly ran down the stairs. She'd followed Van to the party even though her folks told her she couldn't go. Kelly always wanted to hang out with the big kids. She caught one whiff of Nate's blood and it was all over. She lunged at him and started gnawing at his wrist. Van tried to pull her off, but I guess she bit deep enough and Van caught the wayward spurt right in the face. His eyes went red and he roared. That's when I hid in the closet. Between the two of them they did in five kids. Nate, Jimmy, Kim, Brian Weller and Lola Green.

That Monday at school Van didn't say a word. The paper said that he spent a night in jail but they let him off because the cops ruled it a clear case of inciting a vampire. I keep on wanting to tell Van how cool I thought it was, but I just haven't found the right time. He hasn't been at lunch lately. I guess he's just not very hungry.