Bloodlust

Fangirl

Sarah Jones, or as she preferred to be called, "Nightshade", exited the Luna Cinema, hands shaking and mind buzzing as she recalled the "totally awesome" film that she had just watched, alone. She had sent a message to her dad saying that she was going with friends, but she had grown apart from any friends that she may have had. This was because apparently constantly wearing fake fangs and red eye contacts in order to look like a vampire was "unhealthy". Pfft. If they only knew how much she believed, how much she truly wanted to be a true vampire...No. They could never understand. This obsession had started when Sarah's mother died. Sarah had become more reclusive, more secretive. Her friends were all obsessed with the newest boy bands, she went for something different. Vampires. They were dangerous and totally mysterious. Plus, if they looked like the vampires did in the Sunrise movies, then they were gorgeous too! It started quite normally, just Sarah liking vampires more than the average teen girl. Then she started to dress like them. She revamped her bedroom- literally, painting the walls red and black, and covering them with posters of the Sunrise cast. She gradually turned into a fangirl, writing thousands of stories about how a vampire would see that she was worthy enough to become one of their kind, that she was different to all the others.

It was a cold night, and Sarah shivered as she crossed the road. Something dark moved in the corner of her eye, making her stop and look, only to see nothing. Shaking her head, she carried on, slightly more concerned about where she was going. She was unknowingly followed by a dark silhouette, silently gliding over the pavement behind her. Pulling out her phone, Sarah scrolled through her most recent texts, most of which were from her worried father. She sighed. With her eyes focused on the little screen of the device in her hand, she couldn't see the police car driven by the same father who sent her all those worried texts. The dark, shadowed figure took advantage of the Sarah's obliviousness and glided even closer. Sarah whipped around, seeing the pale skin, glowing red eyes and enormous fangs of her pursuer. This wasn't a human. This was a vampire. Not the ridiculous, misunderstood beasts or the brooding, romantic figures that she had dreamt about becoming one day, this was a being that could easily rip out her throat. And it was planning on doing just that. Sarah stumbled back, her legs finally reacting to what she was seeing, albeit a bit late. The vampire's fangs were inches away from her neck. And that's when a somewhat battered police car drove it into the side of a run-down building.