Peridot isn't welcome here. Not in beach city, a once quiet town turned into a bustling communication hub filled with skyscrapers. Not because she's gay or the daughter of a gang leader, but because she's a vampire, and a bad one at that. But one blue haired beauty could change it all…

Vampirism works weirdly in this book mostly because I have no clue how it canonically works in the real world so yeah here's the run down for how it goes here:

Vampires can be born, but most have been bitten. If they're bitten anywhere but the neck, it's like a normal bite, but if it is on the neck, they turn into a vampire. They all have superhuman strength, senses, basic background healing powers, and have fangs. Sun won't kill on touch, only sizzle, but if it's too much, like even just covering a single arm, they'll lose the arm or die.

Okay I know I just started another series last week and none of my books are finished but like I have like a craving to write but with this hiatus my brain is all dried up I need to keep writing fresh stuff. And I also noticed a lack of supernatural Lapidots but like ten billion high school aus.

(Don't worry, my stories are better than the author's notes in which I sound like a toddler.)

Peridot:

My only regret was that I couldn't wear sunglasses without looking like an idiot.

Like, sunglasses were so cool to wear sometimes. But indoors? At night? I'd be called out by my friend, Amethyst, in a heartbeat. Though it wasn't like I had a heartbeat, anyways.

Did I mention I was a vampire? And not a very good one at that.

My name is Peridot. I used to be normal, but now I have retractable fangs and a thirst for blood.

Some vampires are born. They're the good ones.

My mom is a vampire, and my dad… well, he's gone, but beside that, he's human. I was born half-breed, and I was able to live my life as a normal human. But then, my dear mother had other plans. She wanted me to be like her.

You see, she's the leader of an all-vampire gang, the Yellow Bloodhounds. There are two other rival gangs: the Blue Fangs and the White Predators. The Fangs are werewolves and the Predators are humans set on hunting us all to extinction. There used to be another, but they got wiped out not-so-long ago. The Pink Roses. They were made of all three races living in harmony. But the Bloodhounds and Predators wiped them out together.

I used to be a Rose. I lived to tell the tale because I quit just before it all went down, too soon to say goodbye and too late to say I'm sorry.

Today – or rather, tonight – I was going into town. Just in and out. I needed a pint of blood, or I'd be pretty sick. I didn't exactly have a stable diet. I resented being infected, even though it had been three years. I hated having to change my habits because my dear mother decided one day that I should become a race widely despised by humanity against my will. But, hey, what can you do?

I walked into the grocery store, browsing through the supernatural section. I selected type AB blood, my favorite, and checked out.

While I was packing my drink in the trunk of my car, I heard a blood curdling scream coming from behind the shop. Without thinking, I sprinted after it, my feet pounding on the pavement.

I checked the sky, which was stupid. Of course it was night. I was out, wasn't I? It could be a vampire attack, but there was also a full moon. It could be an assault from either race.

When I bounded around the corner, I saw a girl trapped against a wall, a full-fledged werewolf hovering over her, claw raised.

I threw my carton of blood at the beast, yelling, "Hey, doggie! Over here! Bite me, not her!"

The werewolf looked me over once, then said, "Nah, you ugly. She pretty. Not as pretty once I get my hands on her, but still pretty enough."

I rushed over in the blink of an eye and held a silver knife – I never left home without one, not since the gang wars – to the beast's throat, standing between it and the girl.

"Unless you want to be a pile of fur and regret in about five seconds, I'd suggest that you fuck off," I whispered menacingly.

The were-beast growled, but grudgingly walked off, aware of how close to death it had come.

I felt arms wrap around her from behind, and I almost stabbed the girl who I'd just risked her life for.

"Thank you so much! I thought I was dead, that I would be turned! And you – you saved me, risked your life for mine!" she exclaimed, near tears.

I looked around and saw a beautiful girl, maybe nineteen, maybe twenty, with hair dark blue like the twilight sky. She had tan skin, maybe of Hawaiian descent, with dark freckles splashed across her nose like constellations. Her eyes were striking, white as chips of ice. But a moment passed, and they began to fade back to a frosty blue, then to a sky color.

"I just… didn't want to see anyone turned. What were you even doing behind a grocery store?" I asked.

The girl jumps, letting go of me. "N… Nothing."

I missed her warmth already. "Did you know her? The werewolf who attacked you, I mean."

The girl nodded. "Her name is Jasper."

I tensed. I knew Jasper, back from the Pink Roses. "Speaking of names, what's yours?" I asked, changing the subject.

"My name is Lapis Lazuli. Yes, it is just like the stone," she says, a tinge of annoyance in her voice at the last part.

I laughed. "Looks like our parents had similar ideas. I'm Peridot, Peridot Evergreen."

She smiled. "Talk about luck. I happen to stumble across the one person in Beach City with a gemstone name, and she saves my life." She slings her arm around my shoulder, and my senses go on overload. "Us gems, we've got to stick together."

I can sense each pulse of blood through her wrist. She had type AB blood, and her heart was beating just a little too fast.

"Yeah. Trade numbers?" I asked shyly, glancing at the rising sun. "I think I've got to get home before my roommate notices I've snuck out."

Lapis pulled a blue ballpoint pen out of her pocket, grabbed my wrist, and began to scribble down her snapchat.

"See ya around, Peri," she called over her shoulder, walking away. "Thanks for saving me."

"See you," I called. Then, "It was a pleasure to save you," I whispered.

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I slammed the door of my dinky apartment shut just before the sun fully rose. I'd still taken precautions, pulling my green hoodie hood over my face, but it wasn't enough.

Despite what I'd told Lapis, I didn't actually have a roommate. Amethyst was as close as it got, but she didn't really live here. The purple haired werewolf would float from house to house and then back again. She could stay at ten houses a month at least, twenty if she tried hard.

"Yo," the girl in question called. "Didjya get me the meat?"

"You didn't ask for meat, Amethyst," I muttered. "And I didn't get blood, either."

"Why not?" she complained.

"Someone almost got turned," I said tonelessly. "And I stopped it."

"Who was it?" Amethyst asked, now interested.

"Which one? The attacker or attacked?"

"Both."

"The attacker was Jasper. She attacked some girl named Lapis Lazuli," I stated.

Amethyst gasped. "Lapis? Dude, I can't believe you found her! There's been some sort of call for her this past week. Yellow and White want her dead, but Blue just wants her found and captured. It's this crazy man hunt."

"I got her number."

Amethyst squeals. "You did? Peri, you flirt! Tell me, was she hot?"

I blush furiously. "M- Maybe."

The purple haired girl whistles. "Who knew a vampire could get a normie? Well, good luck to you, Peri. I think I'll leave tomorrow, give you some space with the girl if you decide to bring her home, eh?"

I turn a darker shade of red. "Shut up. The probability of her liking girls is small – and even then, look at me! I'm pale, Amethyst!"

"So what I didn't hear in that mini rant was that you don't like the girl," Amethyst notes.

"Go run with your pack," I reply, walking to my room and slamming the door shut.

As soon as I collapse on my bed, I create a conversation with Lapis.

[Trees:] Come to my place

[Seacate:] What is that username? And that sounds low key kinky?

[Peridot:] I changed it. And you're one to talk, what even is your handle? Seacate?

[Seacate:] You're avoiding the subject.

[Peridot:] Fine. My roommate said there's a man hunt going on for you, and I'm getting you the hell out of it.

[Seacate:] Oh

[Seacate:] Do you have a shower and warm blankets?

[Peridot:] Yeah

[Seacate:] Send me your address right away

[Peridot:] Is anyone attacking you?

[Seacate:] No, I just really need a shower

[Seacate:] I kinda got evicted last week, so

I snickered and sent my address. Turn my phone off, I went into the bathroom and began to brush my hair. I was not going to have bedhead in front of a beautiful girl.