Author’s Note: This is a new story and I hope you like it. The italics represent her dream after she falls asleep. Please Read and Review.

Chapter 1

I was seated at a park bench looking around the park envying everybody else and deciding that their lives could not possibly be any worse than mine. I silently cursed my old boss who had just fired me from the job I had had for the past year. I was in a horrible mood, cursing anyone who tried to act cheerful around me, or really try to approach me at all. I got up, grabbing my bag and heading for my small apartment that I had barely been able to pay the rent on with the job I had just been fired from. My rent would be due in a couple days, although the last paycheck I would receive the next day would cover the cost, it would leave me with next to no money. I’d have to find another job and fast.

When I reached my apartment I went straight in and collapsed onto the couch, placing my head in my hands and shaking it slightly. I sighed and lay back against one of the pillows that was on the couch. I shut my eyes trying to forget my horrible day. It could not have been much worse than what had happened. I had been fired for something that wasn’t my fault. I had crashed my car and I was not going to be able to pay the bills for the repair job if I did not get a job in the next couple of days. Everything was just going from bad to worse and then beyond worse.

I felt myself start drifting off into sleep and I welcomed it.

I was walking along an endless hallway. I couldn’t see the beginning or the end and I was just walking forward, hoping I’d find the end of the hall. There were no doors or windows, just bare white walls. The ceiling was about a foot above my head and it was also white. The floor was carpeted, although instead of being white like the walls and ceiling it was black, jet-black. I continued walking down the hallway trying to figure out where it led.

“So, this is Danica Fauldron?” someone said from behind me and I spun around, gasping. My eyes got wide when I saw no one standing there and I spun around in a circle looking for the source of the voice. I heard the voice laugh and I increased my pace forward, my breath starting to come harder and harder.

I was constantly looking over my shoulder as I continued down the deserted hallway. I hadn’t heard anything since the laugh, although I could hear my heart beating very fast and my heavy breathing. I turned around to look behind me one last time and right before I turned back around I ran into something or someone. I fell backwards but felt strong hands grab me and keep me upright. I looked forward and into blue eyes. I was set upright, standing right in front of the person who I had run into and had kept me upright; although I had momentarily forgotten that it had been his fault I had nearly fallen over in the first place.

“God, what the hell do you think your doing,” I said shaking of f the hands that still held me and stumbling backwards slightly.

He laughed and I looked at him confused. When he didn’t say anything, but continued to laugh I felt my anger start to flare up replacing the fear that had been present only minutes before.

“Oh calm down,” he said allowing his laughter to drift away down the endless hall. “So, you’re the one I’ve been sent to see,” he said examining me up and down.

“Excuse me?” I said raising an eyebrow. “Sent to see?”

“I have a proposition for you,” he said calmly, not letting anything faze him, no matter what I did.

“Oh really,” I said tilting my head slightly to the right, “and what would that be?”

“Well, let me just start by saying you really need to work on your attitude.”

“Work on my attitude. I don’t know who the hell you are, but who are you to tell me I need to work on my attitude?”

He laughed again, although this time I wasn’t complaining and started leaning only on his right leg. “Gees, you really need to calm down, I’m just playing with you.”

I raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue. “Proposition,” I said holding my arms up slightly.

“Right, the proposition,” he said smiling slightly enjoying my annoyance. “You have been having a pretty bad string of luck, am I correct?”

I narrowed my eyes at him and put my hands on my hips. “Why should I tell you? And further more how the hell would you even know that?”

He smiled wider and leaned against one of the white walls. “What would you say if I said I’ve been watching you?”

I took a step back thinking this was beyond freaky. I swallowed and kept eye contact with him, not wanting him out of my sight. “Watching me…”

He smiled again, a weird glint present in his eyes. “Yes, watching you and I’ve noticed how bad things have been going for you, well I’m here to change them, to make them better I should say.”

I narrowed my eyes at him again, not really sure what to think about what had just been said. “And what if I said yes?”

As much as I didn’t want anything to do with him or with his obvious craziness, I couldn’t help considering his proposition, a proposition that could help me. I was definitely in trouble if I wasn’t able to get a new job in the next couple of days. I continued to consider his proposition as I finally got around to examining his appearance. He was wearing tight leather pants that had chains hanging around the waist and a tight black shirt. His short black hair was slightly ruffled and he had a piercing in his left ear.

“Well, we’d have to exchange something,” he said. It was obvious he was purposely leaving out what would be exchanged. When he didn’t say anything else I let myself lean against the wall, opposite the wall he was leaning on.

“Exchange what?” I asked when he did not continue. “And who are you? You know my name, but you haven’t said yours.”

“Just call me Falcon,” he said still smiling, although it seemed like a half smile, half smirk to me.

“Falcon? Got a last name?” I said smiling slightly.

He matched my smile and stood straight up, advancing on me. I shrunk backwards a little, although I failed seeing as I was leaning against the wall. He put his hands on either side of my head and leaned forwards so that our lips nearly met. I could feel his warm breath mixing with mine and I looked straight into his eyes.

“Maybe I do, but I’m not going to tell you. The only person who knows that is me, and I’m not letting anyone else find out,” he said and he reached up, placing a stray hair behind my ear.

“What do you get out of this,” I said swallowing slightly.

“You.”

“What,” I said snapping out of the trance he had put on me and pushed him away. “Me. What the hell do you mean me?”

He laughed again, the same laugh he had been laughing earlier. I wanted to slap him if he did that one more time. It was starting to get on my last nerve.

“You get to have a really lucky life for a while, the length being my choosing of course, and then you come with me, to where I exist and live.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, examining him up and down looking for any sign of anything except his smile.

“What do you mean I go with you? I’m not accepting anything unless you give me more details. So if you really want me to agree to this, you’ll tell me everything I want to know.” I met his eyes, confidence in my every movement. I was not going to back down.

I knew he could feel the confidence radiating off of me and I was able to tell that it unnerved him a bit. I smiled at this realization. He could obvious handle anything except this. I guessed most people he came to did not act this confidently around him.

“Blood, we exchange blood. You get mine now, which will give you incredible luck, and when I’m ready for your assistance, I get yours.”

My jaw dropped and I looked at him like he was crazy. “Blood!? Blood!? Who in their right mind would agree to something like that!?”

He smiled again, my reaction being one he particularly enjoyed. “Plenty of people. If someone’s life stinks enough people will usually do almost anything to change it and make it better.”

I opened my mouth as if to retort but thought better of it and shut it. I looked down at the floor, seriously considering this proposition. My life was horrible right now, and if things didn’t turn around soon I might not be able to do anything about it. I sighed and placed my head in my hand. I looked up at him again having decided on what I was going to do, although I wasn’t quite satisfied with the information he had given me.

“So how would we exchange blood?” I asked curiously.

“I was wondering when you’d ask that question, usually it’s asked before now, although people have usually accepted my proposition by now too. Guess there’s a first…”

“Just tell me,” I said starting to get annoyed again.

“Ok, well first as I said earlier, you get mine now, and I get yours later.”

“What’s to stop me from changing my mind afterwards than? What’s going to make me keep my word and give you my blood when you want it.”

He laughed slightly. “You don’t want to know what will happen if you accept our blood and refuse to give us yours later.”

“Ours? Us?”

“Well you’re just dealing with me, but there are others like me.”

“Which brings up another point, what are you?”

“Just call us vampires, it’s a lot easier than going through what we really are and since vampires really don’t exist, well not in either of our existences anyway, we don’t have to worry about them.”

“But your not vampires?”

“No, we don’t drink the blood, but you’ll probably have to, although there are a couple other options if you really don’t want to swallow the stuff.”

“What are the other options, I’m not sure if I want to even do this anymore.”

“Well we could use a shot and put it in you that way, we could just forget about it, you could drink it as I said earlier, or…you could just give up your blood and not go back to your world, that way you’d just come with me know instead of later.”

“Yea, let’s not go with that last option there,” I said narrowing my eyes slightly.

“So which one do you want?” he asked pulling out a dagger. I eyed the dagger suspiciously. “Well I have to give you blood somehow,” he said in explanation to my narrowed eyes.

I considered my options, all of them except going with him now. I could just drink it, I mean who would know, or believe me about this. I could just forget it, but then my life might come completely and totally crashing down around me. Or I could get a shot of his blood, which I really didn’t want to do since I hated shots in every way shape and form.

“I’ve decided,” I said after a few moments of silence.

“And what have you decided to do Danica?”

I met his gaze across the white and black hallway, not letting it drop as fear started edging into my body.

“I’ll drink it, and you’ll get mine later.”

“Excellent,” he said smiling. He held the dagger in his right hand and ran it along his left arm, drawing blood.

“One thing, why do I drink and you don’t?”

“The luck comes from our blood living in your body, we however get nothing from yours in our body, we have…other uses for it.”

I nodded and accepted his blooded arm, drinking some of the liquid. I nearly gagged on it as it went down my throat and I really did not want to drink anymore. Almost as soon as the first gulp had flowed down my throat the arm was taken away and I stumbled backwards slightly thankful that it was over. I looked back up at Falcon and saw him still smiling.

“Guess I’ll see ya when it’s your time to hold up your end of the bargain,” he said as the hallway started to drift away and I fell into darkness.