A Hate-Fic

I hate people.
That's how I roll.
I love quizilla, but I hate all those little n00bs who think they can write.
I've been through the worst piles of shit, to the not so bad, to the amazing.
You want to know what pieces of shit I scrape out of quizilla?
There's always stories about vampires.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love those beautiful blood-suckers just as much as the last person.
But what ticks me off is all these stories that make vampires look bad.
Oh yes, you people make them look horrible.
With your 'A Vampire's New Pet' and your 'Kidnapped by a vampire on a school trip. WTF VAMPIRES DONT EXIST, RIGHT?'
Why in hell would a vampire want to kidnap someone stupid like you, may I ask?
The other things I find are assasins.
Let's see, '{ Wow, I'm A Teenage Mom Who Agreed To Pretend Date Mr. Heir-of-an-Assassinating-Company! }' one piece of shit, and there's so many more.
And the best, oh, I hate these 'Arranged Marriage to my twin brother's best friend' after another.' or even 'I have to marry HIM? But he's the last person I want to marry!' and how about 'The Ups and Downs Of Marrying a Celebrity [Arranged Marriage]'
Can I ask you people why you think rape and the word vampire mixes? It doesn't!
So now I'm going to be writing my own little doo-hickey about how much I hate these types of stories.
You + me = death to pay xx--->
My name is Susan Willmer, and I'm a thirteen year old wannabe raped girl. I'm sex crazed in love with music, eye-liner sex, and shopping even more sex. I've always been obsessed with vampires vampires = sex in her fudged up mind. They're such elegant creatures what she's really saying is she wants one to rape her, but why would one?. But unfortanately they don't exist.
"Susan, pay attention," snapped my teacher. I startled awake and blinked a bit; rubbing my hands over my eyes.
"Sorry," I mumble, "I was dozing off and dreaming about sex."
The teacher grumbled under his breath but resumed on with his lesson. I silently looked out the window and waited for the last bell of the day to ring.
As soon as it did I grabbed my stuff and made my way out of the room. It was nice to be out of school for the weekend. I needed sex to go shopping for more clothes.
"Hey there," said a sexy voice behind me. I turned around to find a gorgeous boy leaning against the lockers, his black bangs falling in his face, his blue eyes piercing my virginity soul. I squeaked for no particular reason, making him smirk. "You're Susan right? Want to go get a drink with me?"
Kids, the first thing to do is say no. He's a stranger, you don't know him, and in his eyes the words 'want to get a drink with me' means 'want me to rape you?' So please do not do what this retard does.
"Sure," she answered; eyes glittering happily knowing the outcome would mean sex. They both walked down the hallway together, talking about random things.
He was quietly leading her to her doom listening to what she said, but was more interested in how he would rape her her breasts there's not much of a difference, ne?.
They made their way to his car, and as soon as she was in he brought the engine to life. Little did she know they were definitely not going to get a drink.
He sped around a corner, right into his drive-way. She was startled but knew she wanted him in her as he smiled and tugged her over the seat, right into his arms.
"Let's have some fun," he breathed against her lobe, "I know you want to." How true.
She gasped in pleasure as he wrapped his arms around her waist, and dragged her out of the car; quickly into his house.
That's when the fun began.
Clothes ripping she moaned, tongues dancing she loved it, organs working in an apparatus of different motions oh the pleasure.
You didn't really think I'd make this detailed, did you?
After it was done, he pulled out, and walked away leaving her wriggling around in heat, wanting more. "You can leave when you want," he mumbled before he slammed the door behind him disgruntled that he wasted his time on such a pety human.
"She wasn't really worth the effort," he grumbled under his breath and he was looking for a good fuck, too.
She grabbed her clothes and paused mid-step. "Will I be seeing you again," she asked against the door.
There was along moment of silence that's not the best question to ask after you've just been molested. She could hear him grunt, and a tiny 'no' was heard.
With a sigh she was heart-broken that her love did not love her back she left his house.
The Vampire silently hated himself for trying to have fun with a human and promised himself he'd never do it again. There wasn't enough screaming or struggling like he wanted, instead she wanted it. That's not his type of girl.
Getting better everyday xx--->
Forgive my rudeness, but I couldn't help it. I didn't proof-read this either, I didn't feel like it. But, this was just out of boredom, so whatever~!!
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