Hey, everyone. I'm writing a this story for the hell of it. NOT romance, in case you're wondering.

The day my life ended, it was cold.

I guess I'm being a tiny bit over-dramatic, but that's how it was for me. I mean, maybe my life didn't really end, since I'm sitting here typing this, but still...

Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself. It was a couple of nights before Halloween, and I was walking. Nothing incredibly intresting was rolling through my brain, otherwise I suppose I would remember it. Leaves swirled past me as I tucked my Stephen King book under my arm.

"Rose! Hey, Rose!"

I turned and waved at my friend Julie. She was kinda crazy, but I loved her like a sister. "Hey, Jules! What's up?"

"Ah, not much. Just bored, and I saw you walking around. What're you doin' out here, anyways?"

I shrugged. "I was heading somewhere, but... I can't really remember where." I frowned as I thought of this disturbing change in events. Where had I been going?

Julie wasn't nearly as disturbed by this thought as I was. She just chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Nice one, you blonde." I grinned at our old joke, my hair was black and she knew it. I rolled my eyes and followed her into her house, still trying to remember what I was doing.

I hung out with Julie for a bit, then went home. It had gotten alot colder, and I hugged my sweater closer to me. As I walked I thought I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped, so did the footsteps. I started walking, and the footsteps started walking too.

I spun around, in time to catch a shadow dart into an allyway. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly backed away, then spun around and stated running. The footsteps followed me, and my breth came out in short breaths that I could see in the air. Finally, I turned down my street. I triped over my porch and landed in front of the door. In my hurry to get inside, I practically crawled through the door into my house. Slamming the door behind me, I heard a thump as someone- something- hit my doorway. I locked the door just as the doornob started jiggling. I methodically went around the house, locking all of the windows and doors.

Then I walked in to my parents room, and screamed.

Blood was all over the floor. My mom was sprawled over the bed, and there was a steady drip as blood rolled off of her neck, where there were two small holes, and onto the floor. Dad was closer to the door, on the floor. One of his hands were outstreched and practically touching me. A puddle of red was spreading around him, staining the tip of of one of my white sneakers red.

Terrified, I started to back away from the door. My back hit something behind me. Something warm, soft- alive.

I spun around to see a man. His clothers were drenched in blood. My parent's blood. He smiled. "You were the only one to survive. You will make a fine assistant." My hands clutched my throat, where I could feel two partially healed puncture marks.

The man smiled wider, showing his fangs. The fangs that perfectly matched the wounds on my neck.

R&R?