"Niki Wilson, please enter mr McGregors office." A pretty, receptionist chimed. I stood up, soaked in my surroundings, I straightened my skirt, inspected my shirt and began to walk towards the stairs. "Ummm, this is the way Ms Wilson." Said the receptionist. She gestured her way to an elevator, pushed few buttons before stepping in, and letting the machine rise. All day I had seen skinny gorgeous girls, some arrogant, others friendly, walk in and then out, all with wet eyelashes, and red checks, swollen from crying. I shuddered at the thought, could he really be that bad.

"Just one little bite and I can drain all your blood," he states while planting kisses along my neck. "Better yet I'll drain your blood, kill you, then change you into a monster like me." "You won't do it," I whisper as my voice wavers with uncertainty. He chuckles against my neck. "Are you sure about that Isabel?" And then he bites me.