The feeling came back immediately and I looked away. I knew he had seen me looking at him, and I felt him smirk. I wrapped my jean jacket tighter around me as we reached the next stop and most of the people got off. All that was left now was me, and the man with his son in the back. I felt my breathing get a little faster, but I tried not to let it affect the way I looked. I knew that guy was still staring at me. The bus jolted forward and I grabbed the edge of my seat for support.

I closed my eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. Time for a plan. On the next stop, my stop, I would get off and cross the street we were currently on immediately. I would turn around and get a good view of the bus to make sure that that the two people I suspected were still on the bus, or that they weren't. With the anticipation that mounted, I felt myself getting hot under my jacket. So I took it off and set it on the seat beside me. We were about ten apartment buildings away now. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair like a brush to comfort myself. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. We were five buildings away now. I pulled the cord to signal the driver to stop. I could feel the adrenaline rush through my body as I prepared to high tail it off the bus. Two houses away now. I quickly stood up and didn't look behind me, but I knew the guy was still staring and smirking. The doors to the bus opened. I quickly rushed out and ran across the street in front of the bus. I turned around on the corner and looked through the windows of the bus. The father was there, but the boy was gone. The bus pulled away and it seemed that with the bus, all the cars were gone and none were coming. The street lights began to flicker and across the street they went out. I saw darkness with a shadow, a familiar shadow. Unexpectedly the lights around me began to flicker and go out as well. The shadow ran quickly across the empty street. I turned around and saw an alley behind me. This was the quickest way to my cousin' house. I ran. I could finally hear the footsteps of my pursuer and myself. I sped up, he sped up.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. Why was he chasing me? A good-looking guy like that wouldn't want to rape me or anything, because he probably had a girlfriend. He might have wanted money, knowing my father had died, knowing he was rich; but his father seemed rich as well. Maybe my pursuer was a vampire. It would explain his dark hair, dark clothing and light skin. The shadows too…but no, vampires weren't real. So why was he chasing me?

The thought vanished as I realized he was gaining on me. I ran faster. He ran faster. Faster than I was running. He was getting closer. I tried to run faster, tried to get away, but it was hard. My legs were already cramping from not stretching before running and after sitting down for twenty minutes. I pushed myself, told myself to do it. "GO, GO!" I told my body, "GET AWAY!" My legs rebelled, I tripped.

He caught me and pushed me onto a wall against the side of the alley, a brick wall. I struggled and pushed against him but he was stronger than me. I struggled once more and he hissed at me, revealing two sharp fangs inside his mouth and pushing my shoulder harder against the wall. He closed his mouth and showed me his other hand, which held a jean jacket.

"You forgot your jacket." He said coolly, and smiled, without fangs. I angrily fake-smiled and took my jacket out of his grasp, keeping contact with his eyes. I noticed that he tried to penetrate my pupils, and see past them. Perfect. I kicked him in his stomach and he immediately fell back, gasping for breath. I stood up hastily and clutching my jean jacket to my chest, sprinted away.