The Vampire.

Vampires are fake, right? Wrong. A vampire constantly follows me; but once I see the light, the darkness gets a bit more swallowed. But the dark always exists there; and with dark, comes trouble. I'm still scared to death, of course. I'm not going to fall in love with a vampire..or I'll try not to. I love him. I know I do. I think I do. I guess I do. He still scares me. And with love, comes struggle. Leading up to love? That's even worse. Vampire or not, I love him. "I'm trouble." "I know."


5. Chapter Four.

And on the other side, stood my friend Fran.
“Fran, You nearly gave me a heart attack!” I shout, pulling her into a hug. Heather, who’s now behind me, breathes out, the breath I guess she’s been holding in since there was a knock on the door.
“Well, I didn’t know I was that scary.” She says, coming into the house and sitting on the sofa. I walk over, and plop on the sofa next to her.
“Hah, not you. I’m just being stalked by Heather’s vampire brother because I’m his ‘mate’.” I say. Fran laughs.
“So, what brings you here?” I ask.
“Well, I thought you would think I was crazy if I told you, but seems as if you’re in the same situation. I’m being stalked by a vampire, and I wanted to know if I could stay here?” She asks. I glance at Heather, who just nods.
“Sure.” I say. She smiles, and gives me a hug.
“I’m gonna run home, so I can pack.” She says, walking out the front door and slamming it behind her. Heather comes over to the sofa, and takes a seat next to me.
“So, how are you?” She asks.
“A bit tired. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I say, jumping off of the sofa and laying in bed.


I wake up about 20 minutes later, to the sound of banging, and then, a blood curdling scream is let out. I throw the covers off of myself and jump out of my bed, running down the hallway and into the living room. I slide into the living room and see Heather, fighting off..2, vampires. Fran’s hidden in a blanket under the sofa.
“Heather!” I shout, running over to her and jumping in front of her.
“I didn’t think you would wake up.” She says calmly.
“Yes, because loud bangs won’t wake me up.” I say sarcastically. I look at Harry, and his eyes flash a darker green. Not again. A smirk forms on his lips.
“Look into my eyes.” He says. I look into his eyes, and I’m pulled into his hypnotic spell. This is why I can’t stand vampires.
“You’re going to come with me. Put your hand out.” He says. I stick my hand out, and he grabs it. I look back to Heather, her eyes flashing a blood red color.
“Caelyn, Look into my eyes.” She says. I drop Harry’s hand, and look into her eyes.
“We’re going to bed.” She says, reaching her hand out. I grab it, and walk to the bedroom with her. She tells me to lay in bed, and to look away from her. I look away, and look back up, the spell released from me.
“Goodnight.” She says.
“Night.” I say, as she walks out of my room. I fall asleep right away.


I wake up to sun streaming in my window. I yawn, and hop out of bed, trotting to the bathroom. I start the shower, and get in. 20 minutes later, I get out and walk into the bedroom. I throw my clothes on; a pink sweater with dark blue jeans, and black converse. I let my dirty blonde curls flow naturally, and throw a grey beanie over them. Stretching, I walk downstairs and sit at the breakfast table. Heather flashes me a smile.
“Morning.” She says, setting a bowl with cereal in it in front of me. I smile at her, and eat the cereal. When I’m finished, I throw the bowl in the sink and walk into the living room. I lay down on the sofa, throwing my legs on a pillow and channel surfing. I sit up, and flick the tv off. Heather walks into the room, and sits next to me.
“Whussup?” She asks.
“Bored. Wanna go for a walk?” I ask her. She shrugs.
“Sure.” She says, pulling her shoes on.
“Hey! I wanna come!” Fran shouts, running out of her bedroom and joining us. I open the door, and let the girls out, shutting the door behind us. We hop down the stairs, and then walk down the sidewalk. The fresh fall air is crisp and clean, and the leaves are flying around.
“It’s nice out here.” I say. Heather smiles.
“Cold.” She says.
“You like the hot.” I say, sticking my tongue out. She shrugs, and we continue walking. Then, she freezes with fear.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“My head, it hurts horribly..ow..” Is the last thing she manages to say, before she passes out on the sidewalk. And that’s when I hear it.
Heavy footsteps, coming from behind Fran and I..

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