• That boy... he walks pass me every day. He isn't hansom. But I need that scroll from him. He doesn't notice me. I need that scroll to take me out of this demon body of someone else's. I want my normal body back. I don't wan't to be a vampire wizard. Being bitten by a vampire, while being hit by a warlock with a transforming spell brought me among a new life. I don't like it. Sure. Being a vampire with super ultra speed and amazing strength can be fun, while you can cast spells as a wizard can be a Harry Potter fan's ultimate dream, or a Twilight fan's fantasy. But I don't like neither of those books. I never tried. Now here comes that stupid little human friend of mines. She gets on my nerves. She's a Harry Potter lover AND on team Edward.. Ew.

    "Hey, Vampire Witch." She whispers. She giggles the most annoying giggle ever.
    "Shut up." I reply. "Okay, Okay. Chill, Quinn." She pulls me off the bench and we start walking. "So Quinn. I saw you looking at Noah. Again." She giggles again. "If you like him, talk to him." She says.
    "But, Jessie. I don't like hi-" I didn't even finish my sentence. She pushes me and I bump into that boy, Noah. I pull him into the nearest closet. "Okay, Quick, right? Whatever, I don't like you. Can I leave?" He whispers.

    "Ew. I don't need you for that, Noah. And It's Quinn. Shut it, alright?" I reply. I take out my wand and say, "Don't speak-a-mara, Don't talk-a-scara, Noracazatefora!" Before the spell can even reach him, he uses the shield spell. "What the heck are you doing, Quick?" He screams. "Do you know that spell can remove my mouth?! What do you want?" He gives up.

    Now I have the proof that he's a warlock, I can finally leave. I left the closet and ran home.
    I go under my bed and take out my magic journal. Whatever I write, sparks will fly, turn pages in my book and draw a map, leading me closer to the scroll. I don't know why, but master needs that journal, after I turn back to normal. The scroll will lead me to the potion, to turn me back to normal.

    Dear Journal,
    I finally found out that he's a warlock. Now, I can finally find the scroll. His blood smelled like a garden. Full of healthy nutrients, and a splash of Coca-Cola and Cheetos. Maybe, after I find the potion, I'll have a snack, then a healthy, coco-cola & cheetos flavored drink.


    Father walks in, I quickly put away my journal and stand up.
    "Your blood test came in." He says, with a disappointed face.
    "Dad.."
    "There's no blood in your body. Not a drop.."
    "Dad, I couldn't run aw-"
    "I'm sorry, Quinn. Your mother would've wanted this, too."

    My mother died from a heart attack a few years ago. I swore, I'd do anything to please my dad. But when I got bitten, and shot with that spell, I couldn't do anything. I used to have a one in a million blood type, and I was smart. That's why they wanted me.

    I didn't finish my sentence. The FBI came in, with black suits and a mask. That held me and took me away. I started crying and then I remembered. I'm a vampire. Duh! I bit them, and ran away. They're blood are full or steroids. It's nasty. I walked back home and saw everything in my room was gone. Except my bed, I looked under it, and didn't see it.

    I used the tracking spell on the crumbs of crumbled pages. I followed it.