Not too long ago, I posted a first chapter of my story A Vampire's Mistake. I was reluctant to share it, since I wrote it in Dutch, than made a very rough translation. The response was overwhelming, though, and since a lot of people were positive about chapter one, I decided to translate chapter two too. If you haven't read chapter one yet, click HERE, read and hopefully you'll come back to this post for more!

Note: I am Dutch and I write in Dutch. I have made a rough translation, there might be some serious errors in the grammar of this piece. Believe me, the Dutch version is better. 
One more thing: I've given you the unedited version, since I can't find the Word document with the edited version.

It's a damn long walk from San Francisco to Half Moon Bay for mortals. It's a damn long walk for a vampire too, but at least it doesn't take as much time. But for a vampire who's draggin a real life Barbie doll along, it's a damn long way with way too much dead wight on your shoulders, which only makes your shoulder go to sleep.
Being a vampire isn't all bad. That night, however, it felt like nothing could be worse. Since the whole vampire hype had started, nothing but trouble had come our way. Talentless writers had blown our powers out of proportion in their books, or, much worse, reduced them to almost nothing and almost every single one of those writers let their male vampire fall head over heels in love with the mortal girl. As if we vampire's are that stupid.
Still Daniel and I had felt like something big was expected from us when the hype started. Pa hadn't felt that way; he'd been around for so long that nothing could surprise or shake him. Daniel and I didn't know what to do: try to live up to expectations, or bust all the bullshit? I'd felt the need to prove myself, but soon and unvoluntarily I found myself busting the bullshit. There was just too much of that nonsense these days. But that night, I wished at least one thing of all that crap was true. Like I said, it's a damn long way from San Francisco to Half Moon Bay, though it takes less time for a vampire. It's true we're faster than humans, but not as crazily fast as in a certain saga that portrays my kind as sparkling sissies. That night I wished I was that fast. I ran as fast as I could, but I cursed every time a car rushed past me on the Junipero Serra Freeway.

The lights in our house were out. I hadn't expected them to be on: even at night we preferred absolute darkness.
I kicked the back door open. The smell of beer and the noise of the tv hit me in the face.
'Laz!' Daniel yelled from his place on the couch. He raised his beer in the air as a greeting, a little too wildly. Beer flow out of the bottle, all over the couch and Daniel, who cursed loudly.
'Daniel, get your lazy ass off the couch.'
Daniel turned the tv up and said: 'What? Can't hear you?'
I kicked the back of the couch, got the unconcious Barbie doll of my shoulder and threw her on the couch.
'Hey dude! Calm down, man! What the hell is this?'
I was silent as I watched Daniel struggle to get the unconcious girl off him while trying to save his last bit of beer.
'Dude! What is this?!'
With a crash the motionless body fell to the floor, where it landed on a half empty bag of chips. Daniel shot me an annoyed look, then looked at the body on our living room floor. That was when he noticed all the veins in the body had turned black, giving it a charred look.
'Is this...' Daniel started to grin when it dawned on him what 'this' was. I remained silent, but Daniel laughed out loud. 'This is... genius! You have... Oh, this is great!' He drained his beer bottle. He almost choked on the last swig, which seemed no more than fair to me. 'Pa? Pa! Come down, old ma, you've got to see this!'
I sighed. Sometimes Daniel was nothing more than an asshole.
Pa stumbled down the stairs. He didn't seem to be in a hurry.
'Take a look at this, Pa,' Daniel yelled inbetween two laughing fits.
Pa entered the rom, shot a glance at the floor, than at the couch. His face became twisted with disgust. 'Daniel. Is this what I think it is?' he asked.
'Yes! Laz...'
'Did you spill beer all over the couch again?'
I laughed and Pa grinned. Daniel looked like a toddler who'd dropped his ice cream cone. 'But... Laz... Just look, Pa!' he yelled, pointing at the body that was half-hidden by the coffee table.
Pa walked to the table and picked up the remote control to turn the tv off. I heard Daniel mutter: 'I was watching that.' Sometimes Daniel was such a baby. A baby and an asshole.
Pa knelt to get a better look at the body. Daniel's grin returned. 'Who...' Pa started to ask when he realized what he'd found in his living room.
Daniel pointed at me with his thumb. 'Laz had an... 'accident', didn't you, Laz?'
'Shut up man, you're an accident yourself.'
Pa broke our fight up before it could become a real fight. 'Laz, is this really your accident?'
I nodded grimly. Daniel laughed out loud again. Pa only shook his head. Sighed once. Then put the Barbie doll on the couch. For a second I thought I heard him mumble something about 'accidents having accidents', but I think it was just my imagination.
The three of us sat in the living room for a while. On the floor, which was all soggy and sticky thanks to Daniel's beer. Nobody said anything. Every now and then Daniel snickered. When dawn broke, Pa got up and asked: 'You know what to do?'
I only nodded.
'Good. Daniel and I'll go get some sleep.'
'Can't Daniel stay here?'
'Your accident, your responsibility,' Pa answered.
I let out a sigh and shot Daniel an angry look.
'Yeah, your accident, your responsibility,' he repeated with a grin. Sometimes Daniel was nothing more than a sadist. A sadist, a baby and a huge asshole.

I was bored out of my mind. The Barbie doll hung in there longer than I'd expected. There was nothing on tv, except old Dora the Explorer episodes and thanks to my loving brother Daniel there wasn't a drop of beer left in the house.
Around 9.30am Barbie's heart finally stopped beating. The venom began to subside and her skin got its normal color back, as far as that had ever been visible underneath all thsoe layers of make-up. Around 2.15pm I fell asleep on the couch. I was sick and tired of waiting. Pa and Daniel could drop dead with their 'your accident, your responisbility'.

'Wake up, Laz.'
I got smacked in the face, moaned and turned to my other side.
'Wake up, Laz,' Pa said, more sternly this time and hitting me in the face once more.
I blinked once, twice. Pa stood next to the couch, the girl cowering behind hime, staring at me with big, scared eyes.
'What?' I said. 'You were sleeping all day, I had to stay up with that thing.' I made a vague gesture towards the girl, who hid behind Pa. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep again.
The temperature in the room dropped at least ten degrees because of the cold anger that was coming of Pa in waves. '"That thing" has a name and "that thing" is your responsibility.'
'Sure. Could that thing be usefull and get me a sandwich?'
To my surprise that was exactly what she did. I grinned.
Pa could not appreciate the situation thoug. 'Responsibility is not the same as having a slave and you know that damn well. If you're old enough to have an accident, you're also old enough to take the responsibility for it.'
'But...'
'No buts. She's your responsibility. You took away her chance at having a normal life, now you can make sure she will be able to make something of this life.'
I cursed under my breath. Sure, he had a point. But that didn't mean I was looking forward to speding time with that plastic chick,
It was silent in the room until the girl came back with my sandwich.
'So,' Pa said to end the silence. He took the sandwich out of her hands and took a big bite while walking out of the room. He immediately came back and said: 'Good sandwich.'
I raised my hands. 'What the...?'
'And remember,' Pa said while eating more of my sandwich, 'this is your responsibility.'
'And that was my sandwich,' I mumbled.
'What did you say?' Pa yelled from halfway up the stairs.
'Enjoy my sandwich!' I yelled back, and under my breath I added: 'Hope you choke on it.'

So that was chapter two. You've seen my vampire Laz in his natural habitat and a Barbie doll turned into a vampire. What do you think of them? And what do you think will happen to them? Leave a comment, I love to hear your feedback!