I hate it here. I hate that I grew up in a motel. I hate that my parents own it. I hate it. ***** Until one day one a boy with brown messy curls showed up at my family's motel. He said he needed to stay here for a couple months. He intrigued me with his mysterious personality and his bad boy looks. He told me to stay away, but I was determined to find out what he meant by that. But before I could find out that what it meant I already fell to deep. ***************************************************************** I needed to stay away from her. She can't know that I could kill her by sucking her blood. Even though her blood is the one thing that I want and crave. Her blood is like nobody else's, and that scares me cause I can't get to close to her. In the end I will leave her broken and that is the last thing I want.