• The doors were cold on my warm skin. Giving me that tingly sensation that sort of hurts. I pushed lightly on the door and it swung open. The night air waffed onto my face, the scent of dew lifted into my nose and made my mouth taste like cold grass
    I glanced around the empty football field; it was completely empty. It was almost ironic how silent the night was on this crisp Christmas eve. My heavy bag slid down my arm and onto the hard cement, making a thumping noise when it hit.

    Knowing my cousins weren’t going to show up for at least another hour, I darted onto the field. My stupid pointy shoes that bent my toes, popped my last button. I reached down, midrun, and slipped my finger inside my heel, pulling off my first shoe and then the other.

    I left my shoes behind me, leaping into the grass. I dove head first, arms spread like I was exepting a gift, into the grass. As soon as my face was tickled by the green substance, I rolled over and looked up. The moon, fixated exactly above me, was orange and drenched in cloud after cloud like wearing a buetiful dress of white and gray, trying to pass off as something she wasn’t.

    Around the moon hung stars, like trickets on a young childs mobile. Silently swaying as the rest stayed still. My hair, laid across the grass around me, picked up in the bitter wind, reminding me it was winter. The wind made its way up my skirt and chilled my legs.

    A twig snapped in the distance, I asummed it was nothing. Then I heard another. And footsteps? Something was wrong. My cousin, Elliott, was not due for another twenty to thirty minutes, which meant that I was not alone…

    I sat up, looking from side to side, trying to find a friendly gaze of someone from school or maybe even work. But there was no one. I sighed, thinking I was going mad, and lay my head back down on the grass.

    And like the first snowflake on an early Christmas morning, a familiar face staired at me. His eyes, green and like daggers into your soul, his hair a deep set brown, bursting inside your eyes. His cheeks were paler than the reflection of the moon on a lake. And his lips were perched, in a devilish smile. Temptingly opening to say the wrods, “Good evening.”

    His voice dripped down my ears like water down a drain, slowly dripping down inside my brain and melting it like hot wax inside my head, it almost burned.
    Growing up with this species I knew what he said was a joke. A very old, very stupid, vampire joke.
    “Hello,” I said calmly. “what is it I may help you with this nice night, sir?” I asked, I hesitated only a moment before getting up from my bed of cold, moist grass. He smiled at me, reveiling what I already knew was there those teeth that I would never forget. The shape was not much different from any humans, the sharper teeth were only just a tad bigger, that’s all. Pointy and sharp.

    “Well…” he chuckled examining my neck. “I was just a tad bit hungry… Didn’t eat well last night you see…” more vampire humor.
    “Well sir, I’m sure the cafetiria might still have some meat in the frigde, now if you would excuse me,” I wiggled out from under his gaze and made my way back to my things.

    I could feel him following me. His cold empty breath hitting my back and falling down my spine. I turned slowly. “May I help you?” I asked calmly. He looked me over then glanced back to my neck. My pink, pulsating, neck.

    “Why, yes. I believe you can. If you wouldn’t mind?” he pointed at it. I glanced to the thing holding up my head. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I flipped my hair gracefully over my shoulder and leaned my neck to the side.

    “Enjoy.” I said scoffing. Vampires were always harmless. Just taking a bit of you blood and then leaving. Letting you stay behind, just a tiny bit empty. So I never saw them as a threat.

    I knew, the moment his teeth bit down on my neck in the usual spot, I wasn’t just going to be running close empty when he was done. I was going to be drained. This vamp was hungry and he meant it. Starved. I heard a loud roar as Elliott and Aren pulled up in their giant range rover. My mind slipped in and out of reality, blurring images and numming my body.
    Elliott jumped out of the sun roof and pryed the vampire off of my neck, a trail of blood dripped down his chin. Aren slammed the car door so hard I thought the car would shatter.
    My limp body fell to the ground, bloodless, and lifeless. Elliott reached down to me and held my arm, “hold on.” he whispered, the words were fuzzy in my ear, bouncing off the walls, barely reaching me.

    Elliott leaned down and put his own teeth in the marks. “Elley!” Aren screamed, racing to my side. Something hot poured inside my neck, burning, rushing through my veins at high speed. My head shook from side to side, and I screamed. Then it all went pitch black.