• Chapter One

    Walking home the night of the Change. On the first day of winter, though I didn't know it was. The chill's that covered my spine quickly changed to fear. My head swiftly moved over my shoulder. Feeling the pain, that ran through my neck to my head. It was unbearable. I couldn't catch my breath. It all went black.
    The warm bed comforter was being place on top of me. I heard these sounds, as if it were a drill. I could feel my hair's raising against the cold floor. Foot-steps. It was all that filled my ears now. Staring into the darkness, fully awake.
    Instantly dimmed lights shone in my face. Pure white hand's reached in. They wrapped around my wrist. They were stiff, rough, and cold. The dimmed lights shone off his face. His bright blue eye's that stared at me. The caring, compassionate face of love.
    I could hear his heart race as he stared at me. Staring back at him I noticed he was really good looking. He could probably hear my heart race to act as one with his.
    "Hi," I quickly got out of his arm's. "Wait! What am I doing here?" I asked, shaking my head.
    He looked at me with worry in his eye's. "I'm so sorry," he turned around to hide his tears. I could hear him sobbing. I quickly wrapped my arm around him. "Don't look at me!" he screamed.
    I turned around sad and hurt. I was only trying to help him I thought. My throat burned for something, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Blood," was the word that came out of his mouth.
    No, No. I thought to my self it can't be true. He held out his wrist. My instinct took over. I quickly grabbed onto him. The sweet liquid that filled my mouth. I closed my eye's. A box. Sitting on the floor, in my imagination. I walked to the box, and opened it. Nothing. It was empty.
    What is this feeling I had?
    I don't know    . Was this a link? Was I psychic? it was all that ran though my head.
    My thirst was subdued. I opened my eyes to his beautiful face. I quickly grabbed onto him. Our lips slowly meet. It was weird. 'Cause he was an older man. Probably like a hundred years old. The way his lips tasted. A sweet settle taste that lasted forever.

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