Meeting the Dark Side

Raven City is known for its unsolved, murder cases and rumors of bizarre kidnappings. Dwelling in it, nineteen-year-old Emerald tries to live the simple life, except, on most nights she's robbed of sleep. Haunted by constant nightmares, Emerald is always left awake in the late hours of the night wondering when will she ever feel normal. The hidden truth of her identity begins to unfold when she meets Dust and Alistair, two male vampires that somehow link to her night terrors. It is then that Emerald discovers she was never meant to be normal.

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Please note this story is still under editing, so you will find typos, feel free to let me know if you caught any. :)

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2. Reality

 

 

 

  A desperate gasp escaped from Emerald's lips, followed by a yelp as her eyes shot open. She found herself sitting upright on her bed, panting with a fear that shook her entire body. She gripped the covers while her chest huffed and her heart thumped out of rhythm. Emerald's eyes skimmed her surroundings, praying to find anything that would prove to her she was in her own room and not in some alley. She blinked a couple of times, willing her eyes to adjust from the cloudy film that still glazed her sight. Her body was agitated from the disturbed sleep. When her vision cleared she stopped to stare at the one thing that would prove to her that she wasn't in a dream.

  Across her canopy bed was her wooden dresser, with an oval-shaped mirror on the top. To the left side, near her hairbrush, was a black picture frame with her father's photo. It was a black and white photograph of her father holding her on his lap when she was twelve years old. Finally convinced, she took a breath and forced herself to exhale out the breathe she had been holding in. Emerald closed her eyes, running her fingers through her hair, wiping off the sweat from her forehead. "God, when will these nightmares stop?" She asked with a sigh.

"Emerald, are you okay, honey?" Her mother's voice sounded as she opened her bedroom door, tugging her robe tighter around herself. The house felt cold. With the sheen of sweat covering her body, Emerald was shivering. Claire looked at her daughter, concerned. "I heard you scream, honey." Her mother continued, sitting on the edge of Emerald's bed and placing a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder.

Emerald rubbed her temples and shook her head slowly before she responded. "It's okay, Mom. It was just another nightmare, nothing massive."

"Oh, sweetie, I don't know why you keep having these awful nightmares; maybe you should see someone about them, love." Her mother suggested. As she passed her hand over her daughter's head, she was forced to stop short when Emerald jerked her head back, giving her mother a sharp look.

"I'm not going crazy, Mom. I don't need to see some shrink just because of some stupid nightmares." She replied, growing more annoyed.

The thought of even seeing a shrink made her blood boil, and to hear her mother suggest such a thing made Emerald feel more betrayed. She was beginning to think the screams late in the night were wearing her mother thin. She had been coping with Emerald's nightmares since she was a child. It all started when she was six and hadn't stopped since. Sometimes she would have them three times a week, and on a good week, Emerald would only have one.

"Perhaps, Emerald, but these nightmares," she paused for a moment with her lips parted; trying to find the right words to say that would get through to her daughter.

The nightmares were getting worse. At some point, she had to say enough was enough and do something about it. "You are constantly having them, and they're leaving you restless, sweety. Most nights you're screaming or mumbling. It scares me, sweetheart. A mother is supposed to protect their child, and I can't seem to help you with this." Clair said, her voice trailing off to a whisper at the end. "It would be wise of you to see a therapist."

Emerald growled. She didn't need help. Why couldn't her mother see that? It wasn't the first time Claire had brought the topic up when Emerald's sleepless nights constantly kept her awake.

"No! Look, I'm fine. I've dealt with them before, or did you forget what happened the last time?" She glowered at her mother intensely, waiting for her response. Claire's jaw clenched as she looked away, ashamed; avoiding her daughter's piercing gaze. A look of pain crossed her face as she swallowed dryly. The memory of that day could never be phased, and now it was being thrown back to her face, tearing open old wounds. Clair inhaled a heavy breath trying to pull herself together, yet miserably failing as the memories were eating away at her, resurrecting that acidic feeling of guilt. "Emerald, I was only looking out for you. I-I didn't think" -

"What, that they wouldn't put me in an insane asylum?" Emerald interrupted, cutting off her mother's sentence. "How could you not think that, Mom? I did what you told me to. 'Tell the therapist of your nightmares'," Emerald mimicked, "And I did. How it was about vampires, blood, crime scenes, kidnapping, and a load of other crazy B.S. I can't even begin to comprehend. The things going on in our city, and how most of which I dreamt about, had actually happened the next day, or the next week. That screams straight jacket, Mom!" Emerald licked her lips, chewing on them as she looked down.

Her heart sank, there was so much going on in her dreams, it terrified her, but to hear her mother, sit there and talk about it like if it was only affecting her, made Emerald upset. She wasn't the one having the dreams; she wasn't the one that woke up wondering if the last one was real and if she was dead or alive. She couldn't comprehend the fear that shredded through her body every time she awoke from these dreams.

"Telling them was a mistake," Emerald continued on slowly, "they didn't make me better. Instead, they isolated me, put me in some cold, dark room, and declared me as a freak. A nutcase. You know what the worst part was in all that? It's the fact that you signed the papers, agreeing with them to keep me there for a month. How was that looking after me, huh?" Emerald then gave a huff, shaking her head in disbelief. "Just go, please. I'm going to try to get some sleep." She uttered, "Oh and please if you hear me screaming again at night, don't bother checking up on me."

The words burned deep into Claire's chest. She let out a heavy sigh, full of regret and things left unsaid. The guilt she felt weighed even heavier on her shoulders. She stood and nodded slowly.

"Very well, but know this, to this very day I still live with that regret, and I have not forgotten that mistake I made, Emerald. I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough that day, but I'm human, just like you. I didn't know what else to do; I just wanted to ease your suffering." Claire croaked. With that, she left Emerald's room and walked back to her bedroom aiming to get some sleep before sunrise.

Emerald let out a long groan. She didn't mean to be so spiteful towards her mother, but she couldn't stand it when her mother's solutions to her unsettling nightmares were always set on seeing a shrink. The thought itself aggravated her.

When she was younger, all Emerald ever did was attend therapist appointments and consume pills. She'd had enough at sixteen and called it quits. Stretching her arms out over her head with a long yawn, Emerald stood up from her bed and planted her black, polished toes on the cold, wooden floor. Her bare feet padded one after the other towards her window that faced the front side of the townhouse they lived in. From there she could see the sidewalk, street, and other homes in her neighborhood. A few street lights were seen, one of them was ready to give out as it flickered back on and off. It was probably old and ready to be replaced.

It was still dark and judging by the silent activity and it was late. She turned her head to the right just enough to catch the blinking, red, digital numbers on her alarm clock. It was six A.M.

"Great, wide awake at six A.M. in the morning, just great," Emerald mumbled.

She could feel exhaustion creeping over her body again, begging for her body to crawl back in the warm and inviting sheets. Though, part of her was afraid of falling subject to her nightmares once more. She forced herself to stand near the window, resting her forehead on the cold glass, staring out into the silent night. Suddenly, Emerald caught movement just outside her window.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she pulled her head up. She squinted into the darkness, catching a glimpse of a man lying on her mother's car.

Claire's car wasn't too far, her mother was lucky enough to get the closest parking place near their home. Usually, if it was full, she would have to park across the street; it was on a first come, first serve basis.

The man's back was planted firmly on the roof of the car and from a distance, Emerald could see smoke billowing out and away from his lips. The sight disturbed her. What on earth was some dude doing smoking on her mother's car this early in the morning?

"Is he serious? He better get off my mom's car. Hey!" Emerald yelled out, tapping the glass on her bedroom window with her palm, hoping he'd hear her and realize he'd been caught. Yet, nothing happened. She could see he hadn't moved an inch. Maybe he couldn't hear her? She tried tapping again, and still, he didn't budge.

Flustered, Emerald decided to put on her slippers. She already had on her purple, Hello Kitty PJ's with a spaghetti strap top. Hello-Kitty was one of her favorite icons. She still had a Hello Kitty stuffed animal, always placed beside her pillow that her father had bought her on her twelfth birthday. Emerald grabbed her robe, swinging it around herself and tying a quick knot around her waist. She stormed out with such persistence, determined to get this stranger off her mother's car. Emerald never thought of the danger this could lead to. It was late and there weren't many cars passing by, nor was there a soul present. For all she knew, he could be some psycho or rapist.

Emerald opened the door, while she sucked down a sharp breath between her teeth as a gust of cold wind bit at her skin. It was below forty degrees outside and a robe wasn't nearly enough to keep her warm, but at this point, she was focused on bigger issues. She made her way down the stairs of the townhouse.

As she neared the car she caught sight of the same male she had seen through her window, only now he was standing beside the car instead of lying on top of it. His back slouched on the passenger side door, and Emerald watched as he exhaled a puff of smoke from his cigarette. He was tall. His hair was oddly styled. On the left side of his head, it was half shaved, while on the right, what was left of his shoulder-length hair was slicked over. It was perfectly straight with no visible knots; hair any girl would envy.

His facial construction held high, sculpted cheekbones and arched eyebrows. His skin glowed a flawless, milky white, accenting his young features, hinting to Emerald that he must have been in his early twenties. On his upper body, he wore a heavy jacket enveloped in black leather with metal studs embedded on the lapels. His waist and legs were covered in tight, skinny jeans that hugged his slim figure. On his feet were thick, black boots with leather straps slipped through metal buckles up the sides.

"Hey, you!" Emerald hollered, successfully catching his attention this time.

He casually turned to her direction where she was able to see him completely. Emerald's eyes ran over a strange tattoo on the side of his face. It began near the tip of his eyebrows, trailing past his temple, curving into the shape of a C, and ending on the edge of his right cheekbone. The design was unique and well done. Clean edges and smooth color made Emerald believe it must have taken a long time to do.

Emerald was so caught on just that particular feature, that if he wanted to harm her, he would have successfully done so. He's attractive features distracted her. His boyish style somehow still came off intimidating. Though it wasn't so much the look that intimidated her; it was the strange, dark vibe she picked up from him. Something about him was bizarre. Emerald swallowed the lump that had begun to clog her throat and forced herself to focus on the situation before her.

"I'm talking to you." Emerald carried on. "You realize you're leaning on my mom's car, right?" She hoped he'd get the hint soon and move away from it. The chill of the night air on top of the feelings she was getting from him made her even colder. Instead, he stared at her with an expressionless face, continuing to smoke his cigarette as if he didn't hear a word that came out of her mouth.

Emerald started to grow more agitated. It was cold, she was being ignored, and she was just that stubborn. She clenched her fists and walked closer to him, wanting to make her point. She stood in front of him, tugging her robe more securely around herself to keep what little warmth remained trapped inside. She glared at him while he simply stared at her with a dull face, exhaling the fog of smoke towards her.

Immediately she jerked her head back and wrinkled her nose, stifling a cough after unintentionally inhaling his secondhand smoke. She shot him a dirty look, feeling a surge of anger rise in her. She wanted to beat the hell out of him. Who did he think he was? He had some nerve blowing his disgusting cancer filled smoke on her face. She had enough and blurted, "Dude, are you deaf? It's clear enough that I'm demanding you get off my mom's car, or I'll call the cops."

As she was now closer to him, she could see his facial piercings more visibly. On his lower lip was a lip ring that looped through on the right side, and another ring looped through his left eyebrow. Emerald found herself chewing on one of her snake bites.

"Last warning, Asshole." She growled.

He snorted silently as a smirk spread across his lips, provoking Emerald further. She cocked an eyebrow at him, confused by his expression. "Hmm," He purred, "You haven't changed a bit, Emerald." His voice was husky naturally alluring.

"How the hell do you know my name?" She asked, apprehensively.

Emerald could feel another lump form in her throat, making it hard to swallow. He only stared at her in silence. He looked her over, his misty eyes coming to rest on her green irises.

"Answer me! How do you know my name?" She exclaimed in a demanding tone, trying to keep her tone down for fear the neighbors would hear her. She was trying to calm herself.

The panic suffocated her, making her grow desperate. She needed him to say something, anything that would calm her nerves. Maybe he was some classmate she barely noticed? Maybe he was a customer she had attended at Italian Nights Restaurant? He had to have figured out her name somehow, and she did always wear her name tag there. Yet, she didn't recognize him from anywhere.

Once again, instead of actually answering a direct question, he simply smiled and walked closer to her. Emerald stumbled backward. There was no way she was going to stand around and wait for him to get near her to do God only knows what, but before she could make any attempt to turn and run he gripped her arm stopping her in her tracks.

Her eyes widened in fear. To her surprise, his grip was gentle, almost comforting. "Don't run, Emi, I won't hurt you. I promise," he stated.

  At this point, Emerald should have gone against his request. Hell, she should have disobeyed and risked her life just to take a chance at running, and only hope the neighbors would hear her scream after. Strangely, something about his voice soothed her, it seemed sincere. She closed her mouth and decided against yelling. He half smiled, almost sympathetically. He loosened his grip and placed his hands on the sides of her arms, pulling her closer to him. Emerald's pulse sped up. His tall form hovering over her made her feel vulnerable. This was odd. She cursed herself for not putting up a fight, but for some bizarre reason, she stayed calm. He placed a hand on her cheek, taking his thumb rubbing the side of her face.

"Your eyes are still as beautiful as ever, so rare, just like the jewel. It makes sense why they named you Emerald." He whispered.

Even with the cold, she felt her face heat, flinching slightly as his hand felt like a block of ice. She wondered if it was the cold of the night that had penetrated his hands. He simply gave a dimpled grin at her baffled expression. He took his free hand which still held his cigarette and flicked it to the ground, stepping on it with his heavy boots.

"I'm surprised you can't remember me, Emi. It's a shame. Yet, I'm not surprised at the same time." He sighed with a gentle smile.

Emerald only continued to feel more confused. Emi? Why did he keep calling her, Emi? Her mind raced, the name sounded familiar, someone did call her that at one point in time, but she couldn't remember from where. "Look," she began to say with patience becoming short, "I don't know who you are, or how you know my name, but stay away from me."

  He took a step back, his hands falling away from her, and let out a heavy sigh. Emerald watched as a sea of emotions percolated across his face. In a quick movement, he gripped her arm pulling her towards him, not giving her any time to react as he spun them around, and pushed her against her mother's car. With one hand he pressed his palm on her shoulder, forcing her back to rest against the passenger door, and the other hand pressed firmly on the car's window glass just beside her head, he leaned in close to her. Emerald could feel his breath on her face. She let out a shaken one of her own, her whole body quivering. Was he going to kill her? Was this just another nightmare, if so, Emerald prayed she'd wake up.

"Why can't you remember me, Emi? What did they do to you in that asylum?" The anger that he held in his piercing, grey eyes were not directed towards her, but rather on what he was talking about. The question threw her off, and she felt her whole body stiffen. "H-how the hell do you know I went to one?" she asked nervously.

However, her eyes narrowed. 'Who are you?!" She spat the words in his face, infuriated and panic-stricken.

His eyes softened as he inhaled breathily. He leaned into her ear to whisper, "It's me, Emi. It's Dust." With those words, he pulled back and let her go. His cloudy grey eyes suddenly shifted, the pupil shrinking to a small pinpoint. The grey around the edges began to fade and shift to scarlet hues until his eyes screamed vampirism, and what followed next only confirmed it. He parted his lips enough to show her the sharp thorns elongate down from his gums.

No, this...this can't be happening. Emerald exclaimed in her thoughts as she watched the change coming over him with awe.

"Emerald?" Her mother's voice disrupted. Instantly, Emerald turned to face her mother with a pale look on her face as if she had seen a ghost. "Sweetheart, what on earth are you doing out here?" Her mother asked, the concern showing in her voice. Emerald whipped her head around to where Dust had stood. In the split second it took her to look at her mother and back, he had vanished. Her mouth fell open into a soft O of surprise and puzzlement. He wasn't there. He had disappeared completely. Baffled, Emerald questioned herself, her eyes scanning around to at least find him walking off, but nothing.

Her head jerked to the left, then to the right for any sign of him. He was literally nowhere to be found. It had only taken just a split second, "How did he just vanish?" She whispered to herself. It was impossible to disappear that quickly. Even if he ran she would have still had time to see him take off, or at least heard his footsteps, but nothing, not a trace. "What the hell?" She felt goosebumps run up her arms, her mother still standing behind her ranting on.

"Emerald, come inside. Honey, you'll catch a cold." Her mother's voice came as Emerald's mind spun with questions. She was too dizzy with the memory of the mysterious young man, who somehow knew very personal things about her, and how quickly he had vanished. All of this was difficult for her to absorb in one night. She gradually went back in after telling her mother what she had seen. Though, Emerald decided to leave out the part where his eyes glowed red and his teeth sharpened into fangs. Her mother wouldn't have believed her, and she feared what it would result in - her mother freaking out and sending her to a padded room once again.

"Mom, I wasn't seeing things. He was lying on the roof of your car, and I went out to make him get off." She insisted.

"Emerald, it's late," Claire said with a sigh. "You can't be out there alone at such dangerous hours of the night. Were you sleep-walking?"

Emerald let out a frustrated breath, "You're completely missing the point, Mom! No, I wasn't sleep-walking. Jeez! I know what I saw, okay? Just...never mind. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"Emerald, I didn't see anyone out there but you. I think you're just tired you're just seeing things, dear."

Aggravated that her mother didn't believe her, once again, big surprise there, she went into her room and threw herself on her bed. she laid on her back staring up at the spinning fan in her room, reflecting back on Dust's words.

"You haven't changed a bit, Emi." "Why can't you remember me, Emi? What did they do to you in that asylum?" His words echoed in her head. "What does he mean by that?" She thought aloud "And how the hell does he know me? Those fangs...I can't believe they exist," she added.

This was all too weird, way too bizarre, and now Emerald was determined to find out who this stranger was.

 

  A desperate gasp escaped from Emerald's lips, followed by a yelp as her eyes shot open. She found herself sitting upright on her bed, panting with a fear that shook her entire body. She gripped the covers while her chest huffed and her heart thumped out of rhythm. Emerald's eyes skimmed her surroundings, praying to find anything that would prove to her she was in her own room and not in some alley. She blinked a couple of times, willing her eyes to adjust from the cloudy film that still glazed her sight. Her body was agitated from the disturbed sleep. When her vision cleared she stopped to stare at the one thing that would prove to her that she wasn't in a dream.

  Across her canopy bed was her wooden dresser, with an oval-shaped mirror on the top. To the left side, near her hairbrush, was a black picture frame with her father's photo. It was a black and white photograph of her father holding her on his lap when she was twelve years old. Finally convinced, she took a breath and forced herself to exhale out the breathe she had been holding in. Emerald closed her eyes, running her fingers through her hair, wiping off the sweat from her forehead. "God, when will these nightmares stop?" She asked with a sigh.

"Emerald, are you okay, honey?" Her mother's voice sounded as she opened her bedroom door, tugging her robe tighter around herself. The house felt cold. With the sheen of sweat covering her body, Emerald was shivering. Claire looked at her daughter, concerned. "I heard you scream, honey." Her mother continued, sitting on the edge of Emerald's bed and placing a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder.

Emerald rubbed her temples and shook her head slowly before she responded. "It's okay, Mom. It was just another nightmare, nothing massive."

"Oh, sweetie, I don't know why you keep having these awful nightmares; maybe you should see someone about them, love." Her mother suggested. As she passed her hand over her daughter's head, she was forced to stop short when Emerald jerked her head back, giving her mother a sharp look.

"I'm not going crazy, Mom. I don't need to see some shrink just because of some stupid nightmares." She replied, growing more annoyed.

The thought of even seeing a shrink made her blood boil, and to hear her mother suggest such a thing made Emerald feel more betrayed. She was beginning to think the screams late in the night were wearing her mother thin. She had been coping with Emerald's nightmares since she was a child. It all started when she was six and hadn't stopped since. Sometimes she would have them three times a week, and on a good week, Emerald would only have one.

"Perhaps, Emerald, but these nightmares," she paused for a moment with her lips parted; trying to find the right words to say that would get through to her daughter.

The nightmares were getting worse. At some point, she had to say enough was enough and do something about it. "You are constantly having them, and they're leaving you restless, sweety. Most nights you're screaming or mumbling. It scares me, sweetheart. A mother is supposed to protect their child, and I can't seem to help you with this." Clair said, her voice trailing off to a whisper at the end. "It would be wise of you to see a therapist."

Emerald growled. She didn't need help. Why couldn't her mother see that? It wasn't the first time Claire had brought the topic up when Emerald's sleepless nights constantly kept her awake.

"No! Look, I'm fine. I've dealt with them before, or did you forget what happened the last time?" She glowered at her mother intensely, waiting for her response. Claire's jaw clenched as she looked away, ashamed; avoiding her daughter's piercing gaze. A look of pain crossed her face as she swallowed dryly. The memory of that day could never be phased, and now it was being thrown back to her face, tearing open old wounds. Clair inhaled a heavy breath trying to pull herself together, yet miserably failing as the memories were eating away at her, resurrecting that acidic feeling of guilt. "Emerald, I was only looking out for you. I-I didn't think" -

"What, that they wouldn't put me in an insane asylum?" Emerald interrupted, cutting off her mother's sentence. "How could you not think that, Mom? I did what you told me to. 'Tell the therapist of your nightmares'," Emerald mimicked, "And I did. How it was about vampires, blood, crime scenes, kidnapping, and a load of other crazy B.S. I can't even begin to comprehend. The things going on in our city, and how most of which I dreamt about, had actually happened the next day, or the next week. That screams straight jacket, Mom!" Emerald licked her lips, chewing on them as she looked down.

Her heart sank, there was so much going on in her dreams, it terrified her, but to hear her mother, sit there and talk about it like if it was only affecting her, made Emerald upset. She wasn't the one having the dreams; she wasn't the one that woke up wondering if the last one was real and if she was dead or alive. She couldn't comprehend the fear that shredded through her body every time she awoke from these dreams.

"Telling them was a mistake," Emerald continued on slowly, "they didn't make me better. Instead, they isolated me, put me in some cold, dark room, and declared me as a freak. A nutcase. You know what the worst part was in all that? It's the fact that you signed the papers, agreeing with them to keep me there for a month. How was that looking after me, huh?" Emerald then gave a huff, shaking her head in disbelief. "Just go, please. I'm going to try to get some sleep." She uttered, "Oh and please if you hear me screaming again at night, don't bother checking up on me."

The words burned deep into Claire's chest. She let out a heavy sigh, full of regret and things left unsaid. The guilt she felt weighed even heavier on her shoulders. She stood and nodded slowly.

"Very well, but know this, to this very day I still live with that regret, and I have not forgotten that mistake I made, Emerald. I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough that day, but I'm human, just like you. I didn't know what else to do; I just wanted to ease your suffering." Claire croaked. With that, she left Emerald's room and walked back to her bedroom aiming to get some sleep before sunrise.

Emerald let out a long groan. She didn't mean to be so spiteful towards her mother, but she couldn't stand it when her mother's solutions to her unsettling nightmares were always set on seeing a shrink. The thought itself aggravated her.

When she was younger, all Emerald ever did was attend therapist appointments and consume pills. She'd had enough at sixteen and called it quits. Stretching her arms out over her head with a long yawn, Emerald stood up from her bed and planted her black, polished toes on the cold, wooden floor. Her bare feet padded one after the other towards her window that faced the front side of the townhouse they lived in. From there she could see the sidewalk, street, and other homes in her neighborhood. A few street lights were seen, one of them was ready to give out as it flickered back on and off. It was probably old and ready to be replaced.

It was still dark and judging by the silent activity and it was late. She turned her head to the right just enough to catch the blinking, red, digital numbers on her alarm clock. It was six A.M.

"Great, wide awake at six A.M. in the morning, just great," Emerald mumbled.

She could feel exhaustion creeping over her body again, begging for her body to crawl back in the warm and inviting sheets. Though, part of her was afraid of falling subject to her nightmares once more. She forced herself to stand near the window, resting her forehead on the cold glass, staring out into the silent night. Suddenly, Emerald caught movement just outside her window.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she pulled her head up. She squinted into the darkness, catching a glimpse of a man lying on her mother's car.

Claire's car wasn't too far, her mother was lucky enough to get the closest parking place near their home. Usually, if it was full, she would have to park across the street; it was on a first come, first serve basis.

The man's back was planted firmly on the roof of the car and from a distance, Emerald could see smoke billowing out and away from his lips. The sight disturbed her. What on earth was some dude doing smoking on her mother's car this early in the morning?

"Is he serious? He better get off my mom's car. Hey!" Emerald yelled out, tapping the glass on her bedroom window with her palm, hoping he'd hear her and realize he'd been caught. Yet, nothing happened. She could see he hadn't moved an inch. Maybe he couldn't hear her? She tried tapping again, and still, he didn't budge.

Flustered, Emerald decided to put on her slippers. She already had on her purple, Hello Kitty PJ's with a spaghetti strap top. Hello-Kitty was one of her favorite icons. She still had a Hello Kitty stuffed animal, always placed beside her pillow that her father had bought her on her twelfth birthday. Emerald grabbed her robe, swinging it around herself and tying a quick knot around her waist. She stormed out with such persistence, determined to get this stranger off her mother's car. Emerald never thought of the danger this could lead to. It was late and there weren't many cars passing by, nor was there a soul present. For all she knew, he could be some psycho or rapist.

Emerald opened the door, while she sucked down a sharp breath between her teeth as a gust of cold wind bit at her skin. It was below forty degrees outside and a robe wasn't nearly enough to keep her warm, but at this point, she was focused on bigger issues. She made her way down the stairs of the townhouse.

As she neared the car she caught sight of the same male she had seen through her window, only now he was standing beside the car instead of lying on top of it. His back slouched on the passenger side door, and Emerald watched as he exhaled a puff of smoke from his cigarette. He was tall. His hair was oddly styled. On the left side of his head, it was half shaved, while on the right, what was left of his shoulder-length hair was slicked over. It was perfectly straight with no visible knots; hair any girl would envy.

His facial construction held high, sculpted cheekbones and arched eyebrows. His skin glowed a flawless, milky white, accenting his young features, hinting to Emerald that he must have been in his early twenties. On his upper body, he wore a heavy jacket enveloped in black leather with metal studs embedded on the lapels. His waist and legs were covered in tight, skinny jeans that hugged his slim figure. On his feet were thick, black boots with leather straps slipped through metal buckles up the sides.

"Hey, you!" Emerald hollered, successfully catching his attention this time.

He casually turned to her direction where she was able to see him completely. Emerald's eyes ran over a strange tattoo on the side of his face. It began near the tip of his eyebrows, trailing past his temple, curving into the shape of a C, and ending on the edge of his right cheekbone. The design was unique and well done. Clean edges and smooth color made Emerald believe it must have taken a long time to do.

Emerald was so caught on just that particular feature, that if he wanted to harm her, he would have successfully done so. He's attractive features distracted her. His boyish style somehow still came off intimidating. Though it wasn't so much the look that intimidated her; it was the strange, dark vibe she picked up from him. Something about him was bizarre. Emerald swallowed the lump that had begun to clog her throat and forced herself to focus on the situation before her.

"I'm talking to you." Emerald carried on. "You realize you're leaning on my mom's car, right?" She hoped he'd get the hint soon and move away from it. The chill of the night air on top of the feelings she was getting from him made her even colder. Instead, he stared at her with an expressionless face, continuing to smoke his cigarette as if he didn't hear a word that came out of her mouth.

Emerald started to grow more agitated. It was cold, she was being ignored, and she was just that stubborn. She clenched her fists and walked closer to him, wanting to make her point. She stood in front of him, tugging her robe more securely around herself to keep what little warmth remained trapped inside. She glared at him while he simply stared at her with a dull face, exhaling the fog of smoke towards her.

Immediately she jerked her head back and wrinkled her nose, stifling a cough after unintentionally inhaling his secondhand smoke. She shot him a dirty look, feeling a surge of anger rise in her. She wanted to beat the hell out of him. Who did he think he was? He had some nerve blowing his disgusting cancer filled smoke on her face. She had enough and blurted, "Dude, are you deaf? It's clear enough that I'm demanding you get off my mom's car, or I'll call the cops."

As she was now closer to him, she could see his facial piercings more visibly. On his lower lip was a lip ring that looped through on the right side, and another ring looped through his left eyebrow. Emerald found herself chewing on one of her snake bites.

"Last warning, Asshole." She growled.

He snorted silently as a smirk spread across his lips, provoking Emerald further. She cocked an eyebrow at him, confused by his expression. "Hmm," He purred, "You haven't changed a bit, Emerald." His voice was husky naturally alluring.

"How the hell do you know my name?" She asked, apprehensively.

Emerald could feel another lump form in her throat, making it hard to swallow. He only stared at her in silence. He looked her over, his misty eyes coming to rest on her green irises.

"Answer me! How do you know my name?" She exclaimed in a demanding tone, trying to keep her tone down for fear the neighbors would hear her. She was trying to calm herself.

The panic suffocated her, making her grow desperate. She needed him to say something, anything that would calm her nerves. Maybe he was some classmate she barely noticed? Maybe he was a customer she had attended at Italian Nights Restaurant? He had to have figured out her name somehow, and she did always wear her name tag there. Yet, she didn't recognize him from anywhere.

Once again, instead of actually answering a direct question, he simply smiled and walked closer to her. Emerald stumbled backward. There was no way she was going to stand around and wait for him to get near her to do God only knows what, but before she could make any attempt to turn and run he gripped her arm stopping her in her tracks.

Her eyes widened in fear. To her surprise, his grip was gentle, almost comforting. "Don't run, Emi, I won't hurt you. I promise," he stated.

  At this point, Emerald should have gone against his request. Hell, she should have disobeyed and risked her life just to take a chance at running, and only hope the neighbors would hear her scream after. Strangely, something about his voice soothed her, it seemed sincere. She closed her mouth and decided against yelling. He half smiled, almost sympathetically. He loosened his grip and placed his hands on the sides of her arms, pulling her closer to him. Emerald's pulse sped up. His tall form hovering over her made her feel vulnerable. This was odd. She cursed herself for not putting up a fight, but for some bizarre reason, she stayed calm. He placed a hand on her cheek, taking his thumb rubbing the side of her face.

"Your eyes are still as beautiful as ever, so rare, just like the jewel. It makes sense why they named you Emerald." He whispered.

Even with the cold, she felt her face heat, flinching slightly as his hand felt like a block of ice. She wondered if it was the cold of the night that had penetrated his hands. He simply gave a dimpled grin at her baffled expression. He took his free hand which still held his cigarette and flicked it to the ground, stepping on it with his heavy boots.

"I'm surprised you can't remember me, Emi. It's a shame. Yet, I'm not surprised at the same time." He sighed with a gentle smile.

Emerald only continued to feel more confused. Emi? Why did he keep calling her, Emi? Her mind raced, the name sounded familiar, someone did call her that at one point in time, but she couldn't remember from where. "Look," she began to say with patience becoming short, "I don't know who you are, or how you know my name, but stay away from me."

  He took a step back, his hands falling away from her, and let out a heavy sigh. Emerald watched as a sea of emotions percolated across his face. In a quick movement, he gripped her arm pulling her towards him, not giving her any time to react as he spun them around, and pushed her against her mother's car. With one hand he pressed his palm on her shoulder, forcing her back to rest against the passenger door, and the other hand pressed firmly on the car's window glass just beside her head, he leaned in close to her. Emerald could feel his breath on her face. She let out a shaken one of her own, her whole body quivering. Was he going to kill her? Was this just another nightmare, if so, Emerald prayed she'd wake up.

"Why can't you remember me, Emi? What did they do to you in that asylum?" The anger that he held in his piercing, grey eyes were not directed towards her, but rather on what he was talking about. The question threw her off, and she felt her whole body stiffen. "H-how the hell do you know I went to one?" she asked nervously.

However, her eyes narrowed. 'Who are you?!" She spat the words in his face, infuriated and panic-stricken.

His eyes softened as he inhaled breathily. He leaned into her ear to whisper, "It's me, Emi. It's Dust." With those words, he pulled back and let her go. His cloudy grey eyes suddenly shifted, the pupil shrinking to a small pinpoint. The grey around the edges began to fade and shift to scarlet hues until his eyes screamed vampirism, and what followed next only confirmed it. He parted his lips enough to show her the sharp thorns elongate down from his gums.

No, this...this can't be happening. Emerald exclaimed in her thoughts as she watched the change coming over him with awe.

"Emerald?" Her mother's voice disrupted. Instantly, Emerald turned to face her mother with a pale look on her face as if she had seen a ghost. "Sweetheart, what on earth are you doing out here?" Her mother asked, the concern showing in her voice. Emerald whipped her head around to where Dust had stood. In the split second it took her to look at her mother and back, he had vanished. Her mouth fell open into a soft O of surprise and puzzlement. He wasn't there. He had disappeared completely. Baffled, Emerald questioned herself, her eyes scanning around to at least find him walking off, but nothing.

Her head jerked to the left, then to the right for any sign of him. He was literally nowhere to be found. It had only taken just a split second, "How did he just vanish?" She whispered to herself. It was impossible to disappear that quickly. Even if he ran she would have still had time to see him take off, or at least heard his footsteps, but nothing, not a trace. "What the hell?" She felt goosebumps run up her arms, her mother still standing behind her ranting on.

"Emerald, come inside. Honey, you'll catch a cold." Her mother's voice came as Emerald's mind spun with questions. She was too dizzy with the memory of the mysterious young man, who somehow knew very personal things about her, and how quickly he had vanished. All of this was difficult for her to absorb in one night. She gradually went back in after telling her mother what she had seen. Though, Emerald decided to leave out the part where his eyes glowed red and his teeth sharpened into fangs. Her mother wouldn't have believed her, and she feared what it would result in - her mother freaking out and sending her to a padded room once again.

"Mom, I wasn't seeing things. He was lying on the roof of your car, and I went out to make him get off." She insisted.

"Emerald, it's late," Claire said with a sigh. "You can't be out there alone at such dangerous hours of the night. Were you sleep-walking?"

Emerald let out a frustrated breath, "You're completely missing the point, Mom! No, I wasn't sleep-walking. Jeez! I know what I saw, okay? Just...never mind. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"Emerald, I didn't see anyone out there but you. I think you're just tired you're just seeing things, dear."

Aggravated that her mother didn't believe her, once again, big surprise there, she went into her room and threw herself on her bed. she laid on her back staring up at the spinning fan in her room, reflecting back on Dust's words.

"You haven't changed a bit, Emi." "Why can't you remember me, Emi? What did they do to you in that asylum?" His words echoed in her head. "What does he mean by that?" She thought aloud "And how the hell does he know me? Those fangs...I can't believe they exist," she added.

This was all too weird, way too bizarre, and now Emerald was determined to find out who this stranger was.

 
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