*Kerstin*
I always knew there was something "different" about my neighbor and his friends. For as long as I can remember, which isn't that long considering I was only eighteen and had moved in with my dad when I was fourteen, there was always something 'off' about him.
By him, I meant the strange boy that lived next door to me. The first time I encountered him was a few nights after I moved in with my dad. I had been up in my room, putting all my things away and I heard loud talking from outside. I went to my window and looked out.
A tall, skinny, pale boy with black hair was yelling at another boy. The other boy, shorter than him with long black hair and the same pale skin was staring at his feet. They must have sensed my prescense because both of them looked at my window at the same time, causing me to take a few steps back.
When I looked once more, they were gone. I became fascinated by my neighbor. The odd thing was, I only seemed to see him at night. I never once seen him emerge from his dark house when it was daylight.
When I first moved here, I became best friends with this girl from my high school. Her name was Nina and she was the only person I could tolerate and didn't want to punch in the face on a daily basis. We liked the same things and were into the same strange, macabre, creepy things, that other people looked down on us for.
I had once asked Nina about my neighbor boy and she proceeded to tell me that he was a vampire. I laughed, of course. Vampires aren't real, even though a lot of the girls in our town seemed to be in love with some sparkly characters from some book called Twilight.
Speaking of Nina. She had been over at my house for the past hour and a half and nonetheless, our topic of discussion was about vampires and my neighbor.
"I swear to whatever exists up there that he's a vampire." Nina said.
I sighed, shaking my head. "Nina, vampires don't exist."
"Yes they do! He has all the possible signs of being one! Like, okay, Kerstin, have you ever seen him come out during the day time?" she said, pulling out a cigarette.
"No." I said.
"Exactly!" Nina exclaimed, lighting her cigarette.
"That doesn't mean shit, Nina." I said, pulling my last cigarette out.
"What? Kerstin! It does! Plus, he's beautiful as fuck, none of the guys from our school look like that...and his friends? Jesus Christ." Nina said.
I rolled my eyes. "Dad?"
My father looked up from his book. "Hmm?"
"Are vampires real?" I asked.
My father chuckled. "Of course not."
"I rest my case." I said.
Nina sighed heavily. "I'm right."
"Just like you were right about Tyrell?" I said.
Nina scrunched up her face and flipped me off, I giggled and got up.
"Where you girls headed?" my father asked.
"I need to go get another pack of cigarettes...do you want anything from the store?" I asked.
"I'll be fine. Make sure you're back here before the curfew, you don't want to end up like Lauren Shriver." he said.
The mention of Lauren Shriver sent shivers up and down my spine and probably Nina's. Lauren was a girl in our class, her mutilated and beaten body was found last week in an isolated part of town. The police weren't releasing much information but Lauren's boyfriend had said that besides being beaten and having parts of her flesh torn out, she had tiny bite marks all over her body, mostly her neck and wrists.
