Hello guys, It's been a while since I've written anything other than random scraps I'll never finish. this time I'm determind to finish this story and not have it be retarded. Hah.

I hope you enjoy it. :D

Christine tried to catch up, but she could never catch up to her best friends. "Cris! Ben! Come back!" She called out. Out of breath, she leaned against a tree and waited for them, the cold autumn air filling her lungs and covering her body, Virginia's small forests were the prettiest place to be at sunset, and she couldn't help but admire her surroundings. She heard the pattering of there feet as her friends neared her eyesight again.

"Are you scared or something?" Ben accused. He was tall for his age, which was only 14, with a mess of dark brown hair and electric blue eyes, if she hadn't known him her whole life she would be scared of him. He was the leader of the 9th grade track team. Running was his passion, he shoved his competitions noses in dirt. He was extremely competitive and sometimes very hard to handle.

"Noo! I just don't like running that fast." She looked at the ground, hoping he didn't see through her little lie. Christine and Ben had been dating for 6 months and been friends for 9 years, they could hold up conversations without talking, they just preferred hearing each other's voices. After the accident at the factory making a real vampire she was scared of going anywhere past dark, and knowing that if you got bit you turned into one too made her want to hide under the covers forever. She looked up, the more she thought about it the more she froze up. "Come on guys," She whimpered "Can we please go home?"

"Yeah Ben, this is really stupid. Let's go." Cris defended. He was shorter than Christine, even though he was her same age, he would never even pretend to like her though, Ben was very protective of her. he went to lead them out of the forest but when he turned around he found it was too late; The tall figure behind him picked him up. Christine blanked out after that, all she could remember were the screams of her dying friends and the sound of her feet on the forest floor.

The buzzer rang.

She opened her eyes and looked around the room, 'Why am I still dreaming about that? For Christs sake, it's been five whole years!' She climbed out of bed and looked down at her nightgown, her cross resting peacefully on her chest, she wasn't religious, it just served as extra protection. Her wrists and neck had a silver shield over them. She went to her drawer and pulled out her nurses uniform and put it on, she put on some leg warmers and walked into the hallway, she peered into the room next to her to make sure her fiance' was still asleep. How she would love to punch him in the face and walk out, but without him she'd be deported, and maybe even killed.

"Wake up sleepy face." She called out softly. He stirred, and looked up at her.

"Good morning Angel." He said as he rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes. "Why are you always going to work so early?"

"This is the time I always wake up, You're just getting lazier." She smiled. At least she had someone to love, and someone to love her. She walked out of his room with a soft bye and walked to the bus station, even for Russia the morning seemed unnaturally cold and still.

When she entered her work she was welcomed by the usual hustle and bustle of the hospital, the groans of the dying, the panic and helplessness lying in the E.R. The horrors awaiting in the Mourge. She grabbed her card and put it in the stamp machine, she wandered over to her boss to see what she should do today.

"Hello Christine." He smiled.

"Hello Sir,"

"David died last night. The nurses are frightened to take him to the morge, they want you to do it."

"But sir-"

"No buts, Christine, NOTHING will harm you."

She pouted. There was rumour of vampires who pretended to be dead and fed off of nurses and doctors at Hospitals. She swallowed and went into his room, where he was lying on a roller waiting for her to take his body away. She winced as she put her hands on the handles and pushed, 'down the third floor hall, take a right after room 34, down the second elevator, and into the morgue, then get the hell out of there' She thought to herself as she went through all the places. When she finally reached the morgue she stared at the doors, the doors stared back at her with unforgiving look, God she hated this place 'Who am I fooling? 18 is too young to be a nurse. 18 is too young to be horrified of anything and everything. 18 is too young to be engaged, 15 was too young to run away from home all the way to Russia and make a living of my own. God Christine. Smooth fucking move. No way out of this one now. Wait... What was I doing?' She shook her head and pushed the cart through the doors.

It was unusually dark for any place, she reached for the light switch on the wall but couldn't find it. So she pushed the cart forward until it bumped against a table. She let go and turned to run. But a figure was blocking her way. She gasped and backed up, then bumped into someone else. She ran for the door and shoved everyone and everything out of her way, people were grabbing at her hair and clothing, it seemed as if all of the dead in the room had come back alive just to greet her. Someone grabbed her and held her by her collar over the ground.

"What is your name?" The figure asked in a menacing voice.

"Let me go!" She pleaded, trying to punch and kick her way out of it. She tried to get a good look at him, all she saw was blondish hair.

The figure shook her "Tell me your name!!"

"Christine!" She screamed, he let her go and she made a dead run for the door...

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