A cup of blood red Wine
By Roberto Pascual

There once was a child that always wanted to be a Vampire. The whole idea of going out at night and hunting down his next meal made him quicer with utter delight. There was not been a day that he has not gotten in trouble, wether he attacked someone and tried to bite them in the neck, or climbed to the roof of a nearby building and thought about jumping and turning into a bat and flying away, just to name a couple.

One day, he snuck into his brother's room and as usual, started playing with his brother's knife collection. As he unsheathed one the very sharp knives, he cut his finger. His first instinct was to put his finger in his mouth. s the blood touched his tounge, an evil little grin appeared on his face. In his young mind, a crazy idea came in. He put the knife back in it's sheath and concealed it in his pants. He ran out of his brother's room, down the stairs lmost knocking his younger sister down, and into the kitchen. He grabbed one of the chairs from the kitchen table and moved it in front of the cupboard where his parents stored the wine glasses. He looked at the glass for a second and grined then he dashed out of the kitchen. As he turned the corner he bumped into his mother. As he fell to the floor, the wine glass went flying, but he caught it before it hit the ground. He got up and appologized to his mother, gave her a kiss on the cheek and ran off to his room.

Once in his room he put the wine glass and knife on his desk and ran to the closet. He took out his old Vampire costume from last halloween and ran into the bathroom. A few minutes later he came out and sat on his chair and just looked at the knife and the wine glass. He pondered for a few minutes in his young 13 year old mind about what he was about to do. He quickly sorted all his thoughts and then decided he was going to pour himself a glass of Blood Red Wine.

He eyed his arm up and down looking for a spot to make a small cut where he would draw the blood he would drink. He figured his finger tips would take too long to fill the glass so he decided to make a small slit on his left wrist. He figured that if he made the cut small enough, it wouldn't kill him. He took the knife in his hands and unsheathed it carefully. He looked at the sharp edge for a second then placed it on his wrist. The boy swallowed hard and took a deep breath and quickly slit his wrist. As blood started pouring he quickly moved his hand over the glass and let it fill up. Watching the blood pour into the glass he thought that the cut might be a little big, but he didn't think anything of it. As the glass was filling to the top, he looked around for something to wrap his wrist with and reached for a gray t-shirt that was on the floor next to him and once the glass filled up he sloppily wrapped the shirt around his wrist, tightly. The grey shirt quickly took a red hue as it got stained by the blood.

Once he thought that he had taken care of the wound, he took a deep breath and smiled. His head started to spin a little bit, but he quickly shook it off. He stared at the glass for a few seconds, then grabbed the glass with his good hand and looked at the glass again. He thought about what he was about to do, would it poison him? Would he like it? Would he get caught? He imediatly put his thoughts away, took a deep breath, swallowed hard and chugged half the glass.

He licked his lips and smiled, his head spinning like crazy. He felt a little drowsy, and he didn't notice that the shirt was dripping blood onto the floor. He moved his head back and sighed, enjoying the taste of his own blood. Slowly his hand began to lower and his eyes began to close. The glass fell out of his hand and shattered on the floor splattering blood all over the carpet. The boy felt tired and decided to take a nap, so he closed his eyes, and relaxed. Soon, he fell asleep, never to wake again.

Peeking through a crack in the door was his little sister. She didn't know what he was doing, but when she saw him close his eyes, she backed away and walked to her room. She figured he was sleeping as she sat at her small pink desk. She took out some crayons and started to paint a picture of her and her favorite brother holding hands. She couldn't wait till he woke up to show him her drawing, little did she know, her favorite older brother would never open his eyes again.

The end...