Grandpa

Three Cheers for Evil

"I thought you said you wanted us to be normal," Erica said as I walked up to them.

"You're doing this too?" Sarah asked in disbelief.

"Why not? You know I won't bite anyone. Plus, I've been practicing," I reasoned.

"Cheerleaders are not normal, Erica. They're more evil than us, and... we're vampires!" Sarah whispered the last part.

"That's only because some of them think they're better than everyone else," I sighed. "I used to be teased like Erica did when I had glasses."

"Sarah, you've always known that I've wanted to be a cheerleader, and that I'm really hot, I can. Besides, these girls have been telling me to bite them for years," she showed her fangs and winked.

"Yeah... I don't think that's what they had in mind," Sarah stated.

"Oh, come on. Who's going to miss just one? Come on, (Y/n)," Erica motioned to me.

I sighed and ran up to her side.

"Fine," I sighed, signing the sheet.

"Looking forward to tryouts," Stephanie said with a smile.

I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Thank you, Stephanie. I'll see you after school."

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"Are you coming, (Y/n)?" Sarah looked at me.

"Yeah, just give me a second," I tied my hair into a high ponytail. I looked into the mirror. Nothing, just like it's been for the past few months. Sarah looked at me sympathetically when she noticed her reflection barely there.

"Hey, it's okay. You didn't have a choice," Sarah said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I never should've taken the drink from him," I shook my head.

"You didn't know," Sarah said, turning me toward her. "You would still be a fledgling if you didn't take the drink, I know it."

"Thanks, Sar," I said, laying my head on her shoulder.

"C'mon, we have tryouts, remember?" Sarah said after a moment.

"Right," I nodded, straightening myself.

"Let's see what you've got, girls," Stephanie said, ushering us into the gym.

Stephanie looked at me for a moment. "Girls, help me set up the mats," she instructed.

We made a long row of mats, starting from one end of the gym to the other. "Let's test your tumbling skills. For those of you who can tumble." She examined the group. "Black, you're first."

I looked at her nervously as I walked up to the end of the mats, readying myself I did a round off handspring into a backflip, then repeated all in one shot. Stephanie smiled, but frowned as she spotted something out of the corner of her eye.

"What are you two doing here? Tryouts are for cheerleaders only," she said harshly. My eyes widened as she kneed both Ethan and Benny and threw them out of the gym. "Get out!" she yelled and strutted back over to us. "Sorry, girls. Back to business."

"Stephanie, may I use the bathroom, please?" I asked innocently.

"Sure. Oh, and make sure those boys aren't still stalking us," Stephanie said.

I nodded and walked through the gym doors. I deadpanned when I saw the boys pressing themselves against the wall in fear.

"It's me, doofuses," I spoke.

Benny sighed in relief when he spotted me. "Were you really trying to watch cheerleading tryouts?" I raised an eyebrow.

"We were making sure Erica didn't try to drain anyone," Benny explained. "But, I think we know a way to get in. But we need your help."