But all too soon the urges come back, take over you and your original self is once again possessed, screaming for your body to stop. But you never stop. Vampires are evil demons, put on this world for no apparent reason but to cause havoc and unimaginable anguish wherever they go. They express no remorse, feel no love and relish in the pain of others. I should know, because I am one of them.

Issy lives with her family in a remote town in the English countryside. It was just like any other small town: boring and uneventful. Every day was the same: the same people, same routines, same surroundings. That is, of course, until the Vampires invaded, and everything turned upside down.


3. Sparks

I sighed and got up from the armchair. I put on my school clothes, which ironically included a jumper that was a colour that could be referred to as blood red, and went downstairs.

"Do you want me to make you some toast, honey?" Mum called from the kitchen.

"No thanks, I need to get to school early to sort out some stuff. I'll get something from the canteen. Bye!" I said, walking out of the door. Ever since I was Turned my appetite has decreased considerably, and I try to avoid having to eat food as much as possible. Well, I say my appetite - I mean my appetite for 'human' food; my appetite for 'other things' is still very much going strong. The cool October air whipped around my face, and I closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling. It was the first time I'd been out of the house since I was Turned, and even though it had only been 3 days I missed the cool fresh air of the outdoors. I'm very much an outdoors person: hiking, camping... I love it. The feeling of being in the fresh, crisp autumn air made me feel almost normal. Almost. That's been the first time I've felt like that since I was Turned, and it was a welcome feeling.

I slowly walked along the familiar route to school, dawdling so that I wouldn't actually be early (the less time I spent in school the better) and because I wanted to savour the outdoors. It wouldn't be long before things like that didn't matter to me any more, and only one thing would; I wanted to appreciate all of those things before I couldn't any more. 

I walked into the school building and was greeted by the hustle and bustle of high school: the constant talking, slamming of locker doors, footsteps heading in every direction. Everything seemed louder, like the sound had been magnified. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and distract myself from the sounds. I made my way to my form room, trying not to look at anyone and focus all my thoughts on just putting one foot in front of the other. I turned the corner just as someone else did the other way. We collided with each other and went into a position which was practically a hug. My face was pressed into his neck, and I could practically hear his blood pumping through his veins.

"Hey, I'm sorry, are you alright?" He asked, and I reluctantly pulled away from him. I could just about make out what he said over the sound of his heart beating in his chest, pumping blood around his body.

"Uh, yeah, yeah I'm fine... I'm sorry... are you ok?" I felt so disoriented, struggling to focus on the conversation. Practically all I could hear was his blood pumping, getting louder and louder...

"Yeah, thanks. So... what's your name?" I looked at him directly in the eyes for the first time, and the pumping sound began to fade as my mind focused, thankfully, on how good-looking he was. Not just good-looking, but beautiful. He had chocolate brown hair that was styled up at the front slightly, and gorgeous brown eyes to match. Even through our baggy school uniform I could tell he had a good figure: strong with muscles, but not too much so. Even the way he stood, tall but with a slight air of shyness, was enough to bring me to my knees. And the way he was looking into my eyes... I could hardly concentrate on the conversation.

"Um, Issy. Issy Hamilton." I replied, my mind still very much preoccupied.

"Hi, nice to meet you. Could have been under better circumstances, but oh well." He smiled jokingly, and god... His smile was incredible. White teeth, slightly crooked, but endearingly so, and it seemed to light up his whole face, the whole room even. I couldn't help but smile back, it was contagious. "My name's Nathan Linn." He held out his hand, and I took it. A rush of electricity and sparks swept through my fingers, up my arm and travelled all around my body. What was it with this guy?

He opened his mouth to say something but just then the bell rang, signalling that we should all head to our form rooms. I shrugged apologetically and ran off down the hall to room 4B, trying not to be late.

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