A/N: If you are here because I mentioned this story in an author's note for Born to Fly, then hi again! I wrote this story for NanoWrimo last year, and YES I DID WIN WOO HOO! Also, the good news is that I will probably be updating this more, seeing as most of it's already written out. Please R and R, I love hearing from you guys!

If you just happened to stumble upon this story while searching for something good to read on Fictionpress, then hey there! Yes, this was my novel for NanoWrimo 2013, which I won! Review, because just like all authors, I want to know that people out there are enjoying my story! Oh, and if you get a chance, I'd appreciate if you check out my recently completed story, Born to Fly. It's a bit short, though, so I hope you don't mind.

Also, to everyone who's reading this I have something Nano related that I put in here. I think it's probably easy to spot, though, so I'm not sure if it's really much of an Easter egg.

Lindsey: Who cares? They're probably snoring by now because of your long author's note.

Me: Hey! This isn't your story!

Lindsey: And who are you, my mother?

Me: Well, technically...

Lindsey: Whatever. *Leaves*

Me: Well, as I was about to say, here's the first chapter:


This is what my tombstone read:

In Loving Memory

Jessica Sylvia Calloway

June 4, 1996-November 1, 2013

Rest in Peace

Now, you might be wondering how the hell I know what's on my own tombstone. Wouldn't having a tombstone mean I'm dead?

Actually, I can't exactly say I'm dead. At least, not in the normal sense. But then again, I'm not exactly alive, either.

Yeah, it sounds complicated. But really, it isn't. I'm now a myth, a legend, something you never imagined existed. Neither did I, not until the night I "died."

Here is my story.

It all started late at night, when I was walking home. Normally, I would never do this, but I didn't have much of a choice. I had went to my friend's Halloween party, and yes, I did enjoy myself. I'd tried to avoid getting drunk, because I had to drive myself home. My friend Cassandra, the person who was throwing the party, had especially decided to do so because her parents just so happened to be out of town.

Cassandra lived in a really nice house, a large, homey two-story that wasn't overly expensive, but still difficult to afford. It was a pale grey color, like the sky looks when it's overcast. The roof was a deep onyx, and large birch trees surrounded it.

I headed up to the door, dressed in my costume. I'd dressed as a fairy, complete with purple sparkly wings, a blue dress, and shimmering makeup. I waited for Cass to answer the door.

Soon, the door opened. Cass stood there, dressed in one of those sexy maid outfits that show a lot of leg and quite a bit of cleavage. Her long auburn hair was tied up into a high ponytail.

"Jessie! You came!" she squealed, pulling me into a hug. "Come on, the party's just getting started!"

She dragged me into the house, where several people in costume were milling around. It wasn't quite yet crowded, but there were enough people to mingle around with.

"Where's Wayde?" I asked her. Wayde was my on-again, off-again boyfriend. One week we'd be all happy together, the next there'd be fighting and yelling. Currently we've been in the happy couple stage, but I still couldn't help but be afraid that the other part might come soon.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around me.

"Miss me, babe?" a voice asked in my ear. I turned my head, and sure enough, there was Wayde, dressed as the grim reaper.

"Of course I did," I replied, turning on my charm. "I couldn't wait to see my sexy man here."

He smirked. "I hope that means you won't mind spending some quality time tonight."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I informed him.

He turned me around so I was facing him, then began kissing me. I kissed him back, and would have continued on forever if Cass hadn't cleared her throat just then. "Okay, you love birds," she said, rolling her eyes exasperatedly. "You don't need to have your "quality time" right now."

I groaned, but Wayde just ignored her. "I'll get us a couple of beers, okay babe?" he told me.

"I can't get too drunk," I answered, shaking my head. "I need to drive myself home."

He didn't say anything at first. Then he asked, "Your parents won't drive you home?"

"They don't even know I'm here," I explained. "They think I'm watching a scary movie at Brittany's house. Besides, you know they'll throw a shit fit if they find out I was drinking."

In fact, they'd always point out that it would be illegal for me to drink alcohol for another four years. Like I care.

I sat on the couch, and Wayde sat down next to me. I gazed at his features: his shaggy brown hair, those gorgeous ocean blue eyes. He was the school's quarterback, and almost every girl in school had an eye on him. But it really didn't matter, because he was all mine.

The party got really crowded, really quickly. The music started playing, and people began to grind against each other. The atmosphere was almost hypnotic, with the music blaring and people dancing and the heat caused by so many bodies being in the same room. At one point Wayde pulled me into an empty room. I'd already drank a little bit by then, and my head spun a little.

"Quality time, I'm guessing?" I asked him.

"Uh-huh. Why?"

"Nothing," I replied. Then I began kissing him passionately.

He groaned in my mouth, and pushed me to the bed.

"Someone's a little eager, aren't we?" I whispered against his lips.

"I'm always eager when it comes to you, baby," he replied, kissing me more fiercely.

After a heated, passionate half-hour, Wayde and I left the room, rejoining the party. One of my friends, a girl named Lydia, spotted me and headed over to where I was.

"Omigosh, Jessica, can I borrow your car?" Lydia, asked me. "Cindy's sick."

Cindy was Lydia's younger sister, barely in her freshman year. This was the first party she'd ever went to, and obviously it hadn't been going too well. I was willing to bet it was because she didn't have a high alcohol tolerance.

"You want to borrow my car?" I asked, not liking the idea. There was a reason why I always drove home, even though the places I went weren't very far away. And it wasn't sheer laziness.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," she insisted. "I'll swing by tomorrow morning with it, so you can drive to school tomorrow."

Usually, I would refuse, choosing instead to figure out a different option. But tonight, for some reason, I agreed. "Whatever you do, don't crash it."

"Thanks!" Lydia chirped, hugging me after I gave her the keys. "I promise I'll take good care of it!"

I stayed a little longer, dreading the time where I would walk home. I was terrified at the mere thought of it. You see, my twin sister Allison was attacked one night when walking home. She'd been violently slaughtered, her attackers leaving her for dead. That was six months ago, and ever since then I never walked outside at night. At least, not until now.

By the time I left, the party was wrapping up. Outside in the cold, I suddenly felt super paranoid. I kept noticing things out of the corner of my eye that only set me more on edge. You can do this, Jessica, I told myself, and began walking down the street. Still, I couldn't help but be paranoid. I know I was just imagining things, but it sounded to me like there was nothing else besides my frantic heartbeat, and something sinister that was breathing down my neck. I kept imagining that some serial killer would jump out at me with a knife, ready to take my life. Perhaps it'll be the same one who killed my sister. I shuddered at the thought of it.

I checked the time. It was already past midnight, but I wasn't too worried. My curfew was at one in the morning, so I was probably going to make it there on time, if not get there a few minutes early. All I had to do was not think too hard about the fact that I was outside at night.

Yeah, easier said than done.

I shivered, the cold making goosebumps on my arms. I didn't bring a jacket, but then again, I didn't expect to be walking home. Heck, I didn't expect to spend much time outside at all. And I wouldn't have, if it weren't for the fact that I ended up lending my car to a friend who had to leave early.

Great. Just wonderful.

I should've done the more sensible thing, which would've been offering to drive Lydia and her sister home. Hope they don't crash my car, I thought to myself. If they did, they'd have to repay me big-time, but I'd still be without a car for a few days at best. Not that it would matter, as I would soon find out.

"Hey there, gorgeous," a voice purred from behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turned around.

Two men were standing there, eying me as if I were some tasty treat. One was tall, with short, spiky blonde hair. The other was a few inches shorter, and had long black hair pulled into a ponytail.

"She looks just like that one chick," the spiky blonde guy said. "Luna, I think her name was."

"It's not the same person," Ponytail Dude said, sniffing the air. "She's human."

I'd already began backing away, my eyes never leaving the two men. However, they managed to stop me without even breaking a sweat, at a speed that seemed inhuman.

"Where are you going, babe?" Ponytail Dude murmured in my ear. "This is where the real fun begins. Besides, we're quite thirsty."

A shiver ran down my spine at the way he said it. I struggled, trying to escape. The creeps just responded by forcing me to my knees, breaking a few bones in the process. I screamed. I tried to reach my phone, hoping to call someone, but it was useless. Suddenly, Spiky Hair leaned over and bit my neck. I screamed again, my panicked mind trying to figure out what was going on. I felt myself getting weaker, my brain working slower and slower. I vaguely heard Ponytail Dude complaining about how his buddy wasn't sharing. What were these guys, vampires?

But vampires don't exist...

As the darkness washed over me, my last thought was, I knew I shouldn't have walked home. And then I knew nothing at all.