My Pathetic Emo Kinda Love Story

FRANK P.O.V.

I scream in agony and curl into a fetal position on the bathroom floor.
Why did I have to be a vampyre*?
The pan stops and I slowly get back up. The transformation's complete. .
Now, if you haven't noticed this doesn't happen very often. It's actually more of an only-once-every-two-months type of thing. And also, WE DO NOT SPARKLE. Twilight has made that vicious and disturbing stereotype. We just feel uncomfortable in light because we look deathly pale. I mean, we usually are disguised as 'emo' kids.
Another thing is that we don't all change at the same time. And we (for the most part) can't control when we do. Some of us chose to be full on vamps while others, like me, chose for short term and long time periods in between changes.
Back to the strange reality.
I suludate to a nearby wood and spot out my next victim.

Notes

*vampire if you're picky