The next day, my mom seemed to have taken it for granted that I would be playing "housewife" for a while and I didn't get a break, or a single second to spare so that I could make my way over to Christian and Hollie's (I had begun to think of it as Christian and Hollie's house, rather than Hollie and Christian's house). As I tossed and turned that night, constantly waking from the same dream as last night, I decided that I needed an answer. That second. So I decided to do something crazy. I needed to be mentally sound again, so I dug my emergency fire ladder and climbed out my window. What? I told you I was going mental. And then I walked and walked.
I was walking to the house. It was full moon, and the stars seemed snuffed out, eclipsed by clouds. Occasionally, a cloud would drift over the moon, blotting the faint light glowing from it. I shivered as a cool wind blew, making me cross my arms tighter to keep warm.
I walked down the street, and turned down their long, twisting drive way before the house came to view. A faint mist began to creep from the woods, making the scene rather creepy when the light from the full moon hit the mist, making it glow an bright eery white. Breathing quick and nervous with a feeling of anticipation as though I was waiting for something. Something important. Walking to the front door of the enormous Victorian, I turned the door knob of the great wooden door. It got stuck. Locked. Acting on an alarming certainty that there was something to be seen there, I rounded the house to the back, and what I saw made my heart stop.
Christian was there. But I really wished he wasn't. He was holding a deer, and appeared to be eating it. Alive, I realized, as one of it's hooves twitched. That's ridiculous I thought no way is he eating it. But then, why was the pelt around Christian's mouth stained with blood? Probably sensing my presence, Christian looked up, and, again, my heart stopped. His brown eyes had gone startling, piercing blue and there were no pupils, or whites, just two, wide, blue orbs, glowing like cat's eyes in the darkness. His incisors, already longer than normal, were at vicious points all the way to his chin, and in his mouth, agape with shock, I saw razor-sharp teeth, though they, blessedly were normal-sized. Most alarming, however was the fact that his face was covered in blood, and it dyed the tips of his blond hair a sickening scarlet. He gasped, and said "No. No. You were never supposed to know." Christian stood up and in the blink of the eye, was at my side. He had moved so fast I didn't even see him. With surprising strength, he pinned my arms to my side, and I felt the tips of his elongated incisors touch my neck.
My dream! I thought I'm living my fucking dream! As I closed my eyes, waiting for death, it didn't come. Instead of feeling the sharp teeth of my best friend's brother pierce my skin, I felt them draw away. Looking again, I saw he was back next to the deer, breathing heavy, as if he had run for miles, though, thankfully, back to normal. Excepting the minor fact that his face and hair were still bloody.
Neither of us spoke. For a couple of moments, we just stared, unable to say anything. Astonishingly enough, his eyes showed the same fear that was in my own. Christian was a monster. It kept floating around my head, banging off the sides of my skull. But to my surprise, the tape of him kissing me still played behind my eyes, over and over and over. And, to my horror, I realized that I still wanted him to kiss me again. He broke the silence first.
"Yeah. Okay. I'm a vampire." And that's when I blacked out.
