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Bitten

      I was a normal girl once. I had a normal life. I had friends and family, I went to college and everything else normal. Everything changed one day when I met the man of dreams. He was perfect to me. He was dreamy, he was rich, and he was too perfect to be real. We went to the same classes. But everything changed when I started to date him. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

      October 9th, 2013

        There was a new guy in our class. I could tell because I knew everyone in the class. This was someone I didn't recognize. To be honest, I thought he was pretty dreamy. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes. When he smiled, the sky smiled with him. 

   "Hello." He spoke with a medium loud voice, with a slight rough tone.  Something seemed off about him. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly. 

   We made eye contact before he walked over to me and sat down beside of me. He held out his hand for me to shake as he introduced himself. "Hello. I am James Asher". I stared at him for a moment before slowly shaking his hand. "Scarlett Jane." I said with an average face.

 He smiled before turning away and focusing on the professor who had just come in.  I turned to and tried to focus on her, but I couldn't. James had got my complete attention.  I kept glancing over at him, trying to figure out something about him.

 I could tell he was different from the other students. I wasn't sure how I knew, but I did. My friends always told me I could read people like a book. They said it was a God-given talent. I always denied it even though I knew it was true.

   I finally gave up once class ended after about a good hour and a half. I got my stuff together I went to my dorm. My dog greeted me by barking up a storm. "Hey there, girly." I said laughing as I bent down as she gave me kisses. "I love you too" I smiled as I got up and closed the door. I put my stuff on the bed and sat down. My dog followed me.

  I did the usual, I told my dog about my day because I felt like she would listen to me. It had become a habit to tell her about my day. Everyday. I always felt like she was listening and wasn't judging. Even though I knew she didn't understand me, I told her anyways.

    Before I knew it, it was night. I had a whole somewhat conversation with my dog. I would say something and she would bark. It was like she would talk to me. I would laugh and she would smile and just stare at me, tilting her head.

  I sighed as I opened my MacBook, logging into the system. I got on Facebook and searched him up. "James Asher." I murmured to myself. "Found it." I said as I clicked on it. It was time to do some online research. 

   I went to his about me page. I found out his birthday was July 18th, 1992. He was 20 years old as well.

 

      Before I knew it, it was the next morning and I was back in class. After class was over and I was collecting my stuff, he came up to me and asked me something. "Excuse me, Scarlett, but would you like to go out for dinner tonight?" He asked I nodded as I said "Yes, please."

   He smiled. "Great. I will pick you up at 7 once I know where you live." He said. "I live in the 3 building. 33B" I told him. He smiled again and nodded as he walked out.

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After a while, he came to pick me up. I got into his black car. We went out to eat at place called "The Dreamer's Diner". It was odd because I was hoping to go to this place. It was like he knew what I was thinking. 'Creepy' I thought to myself.

     "This is my favorite place to eat" I said as we sat down, staring at him. "Ah, really? Well what a coincidence" He said we a small smile.

 "So by the looks of it, you're more a dog person than a cat person." He said once we got our food. He smiled at me. I nodded. "How did you know?" I asked, taking a small bite of the food. "I just do" He told me, winking.

    My heart stopped for a moment then began to beat faster. What the hell was wrong with me? It never did this before. Well, I mean it did in 5th grade when I had a crush on John Lin.

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   By the time he took me home, it was already dark. I wasn't ever really scared of the dark, it just creeped me out with all the horror movies and books I watched and read. My imagination would wonder to the darkest of places. It would wonder things and I couldn't control it. I would always picture a serial killer jumping out at me, or something like Hell Hound.  Maybe something was lurking, watching from a distance.

   That's the thing I hated the most about myself. I would have to learn to control it somehow. We finally reached my building and then my room. "So, do you want to come in?" I asked him, my eyes gleaming. He nodded.

   I smiled as I unlocked the door. My breathing became heavier as if I knew something bad was going to happen. I kept getting the feeling to turn back and say I was tired, even though it would be a lie. I ignored the feeling. It would turn into something I would regret later.

   Before I knew it, I was pushed against the wall, him holding me against it. My breathing became heavier and faster. My heart raced. What the hell was he doing? Oh god, was he going to do something to me? Questions began to feel my mind.

   "What the hell are you doing?!" I said in a loud and scared tone, my voice shaking terribly. I wasn't sure what was going to happen. "You'll see." He said with a smirk. He forced his lips on mine, kissing me harshly.

     I tried to push him off, but it was no use. Before I knew it, he had already moved down to my neck. I closed my eyes as hard as I could. I felt a sharp pain. He stopped and looked at me, giving me a toothy grin.

  Fangs! He had fangs! Blood dripped from him mouth. I put my hands on my neck, feeling two small holes. Bloody hell, what was he? Was he what I thought he was? He couldn't be. Those things were fake. Or so I thought.

 

  "Delicious." He smirked, wiping the blood off of his mouth.