Best Firends With A Demon And Nieghbored With A Vampire. What Could Go Wrong?

Best Friends With A Demon And Neighbored With A Vampire. What Could Go Wrong? [Chapter 1]

*Edited by LiQuidXxMercury*

Chapter 1

“Can’t you do anything right you worthless piece of shit?” Lindsey yelled at me as she threw the food that I prepared for her across the room. I watched through gritted teeth as the plate flew over the dining room table and into the opposite wall, missing my head by only an inch.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t even listen to the simplest of tasks. Didn’t you hear me when I said that I didn't want salt on my eggs?” she screamed as she got up from her chair and headed my way. Lindsey finished the bottle that she was drinking from and threw it onto the floor. Glass flew everywhere. She grabbed another bottle of alcohol from the cupboard before turning back to me. I watched motionlessly as she walked closer, drinking her ass off.

“No fucking wonder your parents left you when you were young! You’re a worthless piece of shit and you’ll never be anything more than that!” she shouted in my face, clutching the bottle. It looked as if she were about to fling it at me. But luckily for me, Lindsey would die before wasting her precious alcohol.

“But yeah, lucky me! Those mother fucking parents of yours left a bitch like you with me so that you would be my problem!” Lindsey spat sarcastically while taking another huge gulp.

I flinched as I saw her pull her fist back slightly. I watched as it collided with my face. I took a step back as the impact from the blow left me dizzy. Lindsey then hit me on the top of my head with something. I went crashing towards the floor, clutching my head. I whimpered softly. She noticed my pain and laughed, taking another enormous swig from her bottle. Lindsey bent down and took hold of my hair. My face scrunched up from the pain.

“You’ll never be anything more than a worthless pile of shit. No one will ever love you and you will die alone. So why don’t you do me and the world a favor and just jump off a fucking bridge somewhere?” she hissed into my ear.

Even if Lindsey was drunk and couldn’t even tell a person their name, I still couldn’t help but get completely pissed off as she said this. I've been holding in my anger throughout the entire morning as I tried to get ready for school, but I just couldn’t contain it any longer.

“You know what, Lindsey? Shut the fuck up!” I screamed, staggering onto my feet.

She looked taken aback for a second, but quickly recovered by raising her fist in an attempt to punch me. Her drunken state definitely affected her aim. She missed. Lindsey groaned annoyed and took another swing but missed once more, this time crashing to the floor with a loud thud. She lay there, out cold. I lightly tapped her side with my foot, expecting her to get up at any moment and pick up where she left off. She didn’t. Lindsey was done for now, and its all thanks to her alcohol.

I sighed heavily. Even though Lindsey was a total bitch, she was right about my parents abandoning me. They never wanted me, so they dumped me onto their next door neighbor's porch. And the only reason as to why Lindsey actually took me in was because my parents ended up paying her for it, since it seemed that no one else wanted me. My parents never called, never visited. The only memory I have of them is the vacant, abandoned house that sat in the lot next door. It's been years since anyone has lived inside of it.

I hopped over Lindsey's crumpled form, making sure that I didn’t touch her for fear that she would wake up. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. On my way out, I took a detour over to the cupboard where Lindsey kept her stash of alcohol. I smiled evilly as I sent every bottle plummeting down to the floor. They broke with a loud crash as glass flew in every direction. I then slipped out of the house before Lindsey decided to regain consciousness.

I made my way down the block, singing ’Discovering the Waterfront’ by Silverstein. I looked up at the sky. It was a bit early, school didn’t start until 8:30, and it was only half past seven. I guess I was just too anxious to get out of Lindsey’s line of fire. Oh well, I suppose I’ll just go over to Danny’s house. Danny knew all about Lindsey and her abuse. I had never told him. He found out one day when I had left my science text book in school, and he had brought it to me at my house. Danny found me laying on the floor, bleeding, and Lindsey screaming like a lunatic straight from the asylum. Danny was my best friend, so when he found out, he just held me close and got really sad about the whole thing. It bothered me. I didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for me and my pathetic existence. Danny had already promised that he was not going to tell anyone, but he still had his doubts. Danny didn’t want me to get hurt like that. So now, when I go to school with some cuts and bruises, he just gets really upset and angry, which eminently doesn’t help.

I reached Danny’s place. He has a humongous house (his parents are insanely rich). Out of all the times I had been over here, I had never seen Danny’s parents. I ask him about it, but he always just shrugs his shoulders and changes the subject. It worries me a little at times.

I knocked on the wooden door. After about 10 minutes of waiting, the door finally creaked open, revealing Danny peering out sleepily. He only had on his Spongebob boxers that hung low around his waist. His chest was bare, which caused me to blush. Danny had a really good build, but he barely works out. He squinted his eyes, obviously still half asleep. His silky black hair fell over his dark eyes.

“Charlotte?” he asked, stifling a yawn. I was about to punch him in the face. I hated that name. Lindsey did not even dare to call me that. I made a disgusted face.

“Ew! Danny! Don’t call me that! You know I hate that name!” I protested as I hit him lightly on the arm. He finally woke up and was now blocking his face as I continued to playfully punch him.

“Oh yes Charlie. I am terribly sorry, love,” Danny chuckled as he used his fake British accent. His imitation was flawless, never failing in making my heart race. He quickly spun me around and picked me up. Danny held me close, a bit too close. I winced in pain as he placed pressure onto my new bruise, courtesy of Lindsey. He immediately released me.

“What’s wrong?” Danny asked, concerned. I shook my head, not wanting to upset him before the day had even started. I turned my face away and was about to walk upstairs to his room, when he suddenly grabbed my wrist lightly, pulling my shirt up a little. I flustered bright scarlet as I waved my arms about, attempting to get him to put my shirt down. I was trying to make sure that he didn’t see the latest result of Lindsey's drinking habit. Too late. Danny stared at me with a disapproving look.

“Charlie…” Danny whispered as he let go of my shirt and slowly walked away, turning his back to me. I rushed to his side immediately.

“Danny, wait! I made her stop though! She would have made more damage if I hadn’t ran away last night!” I said quickly, trying to get a good enough excuse as to cheer him up. This wasn’t a lie, though. Yesterday, Lindsey had come home drunk and, like always, she came to me with abusive intentions. I actually managed to get away from her this time by jumping out of the window and hiding in the bushes that dotted our backyard. I snuck back in later that night, after Lindsey had passed out.

I grabbed Danny by the shoulders, trying to make him face me. He didn’t cooperate, so I walked around and hugged him. I don’t know why I did it. I just couldn’t stand seeing him upset.

“Please don’t be mad,” I murmured as I held him tighter. He didn’t do anything at first, but a few moments later, he hugged me back. It felt nice. Danny seemed to be the only person that I was able to trust, the only person that I loved.

I stopped myself. No, Danny and I weren't like that. We are just friends, and that’s how it's going to stay. Plus, he's a magnet when it comes to picking up pretty girls.

Danny and I eventually broke apart and headed upstairs. His house was huge (as mentioned earlier). The mansion had so many rooms, and Danny didn't even use the majority of them! It always amazed me how many different things he bought just to take up all of the extra space. I looked around the house. It seemed empty (and not in a material way). I wasn't surprised when Danny explained that he was home alone. When we got up to his room, I immediately went to his bed and began jumping on it.

“Charlie, you're going to break my bed!” Danny protested from the doorway, a smile slowly taking over his face.

“Ah well that must suck for you if I actually do break it,” I taunted, sticking my tongue out at him. He mimicked me.

Danny walked over to the bed and began jumping on it too. We started laughing and throwing pillows at each other. I kept hitting Danny in the face with one of the pillows. He eventually got irritated and decided to pin me down on the bed. Danny looked down at me, still laughing as both of us tried to catch our breath. We stayed like that for a while. Him smirking happily as he continued to lay on top of me, and me glaring
up at him.

“I always wanted to be on top,” Danny stated as his smirk grew. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, but who said I didn’t want to be on top?” I asked, grinning. Danny gave me a strange look. I took advantage of his momentary distraction and quickly dumped him off of the bed. He landed on the ground with a thud. I rolled off of the bed and landed on top of him, laughing the whole time. He looked up at me, glaring. I smirked.

“Haha!” I giggled smugly as he gave me a particularly sour look.

“It’s okay Charlie…I actually enjoy this just as much,” he said, chuckling. I laughed with him. My hands were on his bare chest, his skin was surprisingly hot. Danny's torso was so smooth, yet hard. I dispelled my thoughts as I arose and ran into his closet.

Danny had tons of clothes. As I walked in, my mouth seemed to drop closer and closer to the floor. His closet was just about the size of my room at home, probably bigger. I pulled out different articles of clothing as I rummaged through his things. Danny was right behind me, shaking his head as he watched me throw almost everything he owned onto the closet floor.

“You know, someone is going to have to clean this up…” he said as he glanced around at the mess I had created.

I turned to face him. “Oh, you're right Danny… Well, better get to work then!” I giggled as I happily walked out. He chased me and tackled me onto the bed. Danny began to tickle me as I gasped uncontrollably, trying to breathe.

“Okay! Okay!…Stop!” I yelled as I struggled to stop my uncontrollable laughter. Danny finally stopped, and helped me up.

“Well, I’m going to go and change. It’s already 8:00. Go downstairs and make some breakfast,” Danny ordered as he walked into his closet and shut the door. I nodded once and then ran downstairs.

I knew where everything was, due to my numerous visits. I opened a cupboard where Danny kept the cereal. He had so many different types of cereal. Why couldn’t he just get one? Danny had Lucky Charms, Cookie Crisp, Cocoa Pebbles, Rice Crispies—everything. You name the cereal, he had it. I struggled to decide which one to choose.


After about 10 minutes of debating over the cereal, I ended up fishing some Eggo waffles out of the fridge. At least he didn’t have different types of these. I placed them inside the toaster and waited for them to cook. By this time, Danny had come downstairs. He sat down on top of the long counter. When the Eggos were done, I pulled them out and placed them onto some clean plates. I got some pancake and chocolate syrup out and placed them on the counter, beside Danny. I liked my waffles with chocolate syrup. We had two waffles each. I sat myself down and we began to eat our breakfast.

I looked over at Danny. He had on some black skinnies and a white and black tee that had some strange design on it. He wore matching Vans on his feet. Danny looked gorgeous. I looked down consciously at myself. I had on my same old black skinnies that I wore practically everyday. I had my too-big green tee on as well. I glanced at my ratty, old black converse sneakers. I sighed heavily. Lindsey never bought me any clothes. I purchased this outfit a couple of months ago, with my own money. If I asked Lindsey for money, she’d just scream and shout at me like always…


“Hey, you want to go to the mall after school?” Danny asked out of the blue. It seemed strange, kind of like he was reading my mind or something.

I sighed again. “Fine. But I don’t have any money,” Danny nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out a black wallet.

“I got it covered, Charlie,” he replied as he opened his wallet and about 10 different credit cards came tumbling out. I was shocked. I knew that Danny and his parents were rich, but I mean like c’mon!

I immediately shook my head and waved my arms around. “No way Danny. Nuh-uh. No,” I said sternly. I wasn’t going to let him spend a dime on me. I don’t care if he was my best friend or not.

“Why not, Charlie! Why are you always so stubborn? Let me buy a few clothes. We both know that Lindsey wont buy any for you! She’s just going to get herself booze!” he protested. He was telling the truth. I shook my head again as Danny sighed.

“Fine…” he grumbled. I didn’t like how nice Danny was to me. It felt unreal to think that someone in this world would actually care. He glanced at his watch, and quickly stood up.

“Damn it…we’re going to be late.” he muttered as I got to my feet and dumped the dishes into the sink.


Making sure we both had everything we needed, we rushed out the door. If Danny got late one more time this year, then Mrs. Harp, the dean, was going to suspend him. She was very strict, especially to Danny ever since the time he had lit her car on fire. Danny had already been late countless times since the start of the semester, having been warned multiple times by Mrs. Harp about being suspended.

We both began to sprint the next couple of blocks. I didn’t want Danny to get suspended. He was the only one that I really wanted to talk to at school. I have other friends, sure, but none of them are anything like Danny.