I sat on my bed, I could hear my mother yelling at the t.v. from downstairs, she was probably drunk again. She always got drunk after coming home from her job at the towns local bar. She usually brought a random man home to screw, but tonight she was alone. Her, her bottle of wine and her cigarettes.

I stood up and walked around my room;my heavy drapes made light nonexistent but I could see, although it didn't matter; there was nothing in my room to see. I crossed my room and opened the curtains, my room overlooked the forest behind our house. It went on for miles and eventually merged into a state park. In the woods there was an abandoned warehouse. My place; the one place i can go and think, the only place that is home to me. That and the stashed bottle of vodka and razor blade.

I left my room and headed for the front door. My mom looked at me from where she was laying on the couch. A bottle of red wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "Where are you going?" she asked, her words slurred.

"Out," I replied putting on my shoes.

"Can you get me some cigarettes, I'm almost out." she turned her face back to the t.v. I was going to get cigarettes but not for her. I was going, and wasn't going to be a 'burden' to her anymore as she plainly screams to me every night.

"Nyan," she said looking back at me, her eyes hazed over. "There's some money for them on the table by the door, and make sure they're Winston's. Don't get me the lites like you did last time."

"Sure mom," I said grabbing the money and my jacket. Then I left, walking down the road plaintively running my fingers over the blade in my pocket. I stopped at the seven-eleven, on my way to nowhere important. There was a large bald man behind the counter. I walked up to the counter and i could tell he was staring at me, keeping an eye on me in case I was going to steal something. I thought about saying something like; for your information fuck face just because I wear black doesn't mean I'm going to steal something, but I didn't, instead I said, "Two packs of Winston lites."

As the man turned around and pulled them off the shelf, I pocketed a lighter, I didn't feel like paying, and then he put them on the counter and rung them up. "You don't look old enough to be buying these." he said watching me as I put them into my pocket and then handed him the money.

"Then why did you ring them up." I replied, sarcasm dripped form my tongue. I left the man seething with rage and headed for the trail through the woods that lead to the old warehouse. As I walked I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag and blowing a smoke ring.

The sun had gone down and now twilight was setting in. I finished my first couple cigarettes and started my fifth as I entered the abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. My sanctuary. Time to finish my life, I though aloud.

"Why would you do that." I voice responded, it sounded like it was coming from above me.

"Who's there," I called back angrily, I dropped my cigarette butt and mushed it into the ground with the toe of my shoe. Couldn't I just be left alone for a little while.

I could hear faint footsteps behind me–in front of me, was there more than one of them? Suddenly I was shoved hard from behind, which sent me face first into the dirt. Laughing echoed around me.

"Who the fuck is there." I yelled.

"Aww, the little human wants to know who's here." it was a guys voice, that much I could tell.

He walked up to me, I could see his pale complexion in the darkness. He smiled and I could see his pearly white teeth, razor sharp canines and something liquid running down his chin. I stood up cautiously and looked around.. There were more of them, they were circling me, all smiling with the same pale complexion, white teeth and razor sharp canines sparkling in the lack there of light.

"What's going on," I asked more out of anger than fright, "Show yourselves."

"If you want to know so badly, I guess we can let you in on our little secret." He snapped his fingers and candles began to light up the warehouse. I could see them clearer now. The ones behind me grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and pulled me over to a wooden table lighted by candles, they threw me onto it and held me there. I struggled but they only held tighter.

The one I assumed was the leader walked over to me and looked me in the face. His features were marble-like, his dull eyes and his canines, longer than normal and sharp. His long hair fell onto my face.

"We 're your worst nightmare." he laughed and so did the others.

I was bored, I should have been scared but I wasn't, I just hoped when the police found my body and gave my mom what was on me she would be mad because the cigarettes where lites. I started laughing, the look on my drunken mothers face would be drenched with anger when she found out I got lites and that I had already smoked half of them, she would probably dig up my body and kill me all over again. I just kept laughing. The creatures that were holding me looked confused and loosened their grip. The one that was the leader smacked me hard and then ordered one of his lackeys to gag me.

The next few minutes were in silence and the creatures were getting ready for a ceremony of some kind, me being the sacrifice. I thought this was a better way to die than slicing my wrists too deep or blowing my head off, I went with it. Hoping to die slow so I could savor the pain.

Then I saw her.

She was beautiful, her complexion more pale than the moon, her dress blacker than the darkest bowels of hell. Her face was carved out of the purest silver. Her eyes brighter than the sun, she still had some color in her eyes, the windows into her soul. And I was to be her sacrifice.

She walked over the table where I was now tied up and she took the gag out of my mouth, she kissed me with her silky lips, sending shivers down my spine and warming me up with a twinge of pleasure. She trailed her lips along my neck, kissing me ever so slightly, and then pain pleasurable pain. I could feel blood running down my neck but I didn't care. I was in a daze, she was drinking my blood and now I knew what the creatures where but I didn't care, this would have to be the best way to die.

But then I heard crash and she lifted her head, her beautiful head. I could hear distant voices—barking, howling? Fleeing creatures of the night, she looked down at me, her mouth dripping with my blood. She saw my pain, biting herself she dripped her own blood in to my open mouth, bonding us. I drank more and more until she fled, while there was a fight going on around us. Then she was gone.

Next was howling, cries of anguish and then a sharp pain in my lower leg.. I could feel the skin being ripped apart, the blood gushing out as I lost consciousness.

And then total darkness.