The Servant of the Night (On Hold)

I woke up with a gasp. I looked over to the window. It was night. I groaned and sat up. "Really, Damien? You could've woken me up!"

No one answered. I scowled and got off the bed. At least I'm still in my clothes. "Damien? Hello?"

I walked over to the window, looking at the scenery. All of the city lights were on. They were actually pretty in the dark.

I turned around to look at the bed, and my jaw dropped. I was still on the bed. I was watching myself sleep.

I watched closer. No, I wasn't asleep. I wasn't moving. I wasn't breathing.

I drew in a deep breath, trying to calm down. Okay, try to remember what last happened. You fell asleep when Damien was holding you, so then what?

I heard a sound in the bathroom, and I jumped. The door was open, and the lights were on, so I managed to get myself to move toward the bathroom.

Inside, Damien was at the sink. It looked like he was washing out his mouth. "Um, Damien? Why can I see my body on the bed?" He didn't acknowledge me at all.

With a sinking heart, I realized that he was cleaning something red out of his mouth. Blood red.

"What...."

I backed out of the doorway. There's no way. Am I dead? That's impossible....

I slipped on nothing from my panic and fell on my butt. I held back a cry. I started to shake. "Why is this happening? Is this really happening? Or is this just a dream?"

"It's not a dream."

Lenore Walker was simple. Just a teenage girl that hated everything. She hated people, hated high school, hated life. Just when she thought nothing could get worse, a new guy joins her school and tears her away from her life. Lenore must now survive becoming a vampire since many are out for her blood. Will she make it to her wedding that will improve her safety? Will she get revenge against the one that killed her brother? Will she discover the truth behind the Servant of the Night?