I heard something in my room. There’s some light coming from my window then all of a sudden I see...I see a dark figure. It’s coming to my bed as I can tell it's a he and he's gorgeous. I sit up, just realizing, why is a guy in my room? He walked to the right side of my bed and was breathing heavily.
My whole body shivered when he leaned over me and made me expose my neck. He leaned closer, with his skin so cold, like ice, and then he said, “I’m sorry.” The next thing I knew, he bit my neck! I felt my blood pour into his mouth, and at first there was pain, so I started to panic. I was trying to wiggle out of his arms, but the only thing I could think was that I was going to die and miss my sophomore year at Hollywood Arts.
I was still wiggling, and then I heard a voice, but in my head, “Don’t fight, it's just going to hurt more.” I wanted to fight, but it was useless, so I gave up. He was right- if I kept fighting it will hurt, so I kept still. Strangely, it didn't hurt, but was surprisingly pleasant. I was still scared that I might not turn seventeen tomorrow. The next thing I know: I blacked out.
Three or six hours later,
I woke up on the floor. I felt weak as I got up; my legs collapsed underneath me. It felt like he took a lot of my blood. As I finally got my legs back, I got up and looked at my alarm clock. It was six-thirty!
I said, “Crap.” Then my cell phone rang. I picked my cell phone up and looked at the caller ID. I whispered, “Shit.” It was my ex, James Jared, who is now my friend.
I answered, “Hello?” He said, “Oh, hi Meg. What's up? I’m just calling to see if you were up.” I said, “Yeah, I just woke up.” He said, “Oh okay. Umm, I'll see you at school. Okay?” I said, “OK, see you at school, bye.”
He said, “Bye.” Then I hung my phone up. OMG! I sigh. I got dressed.
I realized today I was seventeen. I looked in the mirror and was kind of pale. The way I describe myself was that I'm hot and every boy wanted me (Conceited much huh?). I had long brunet hair down to my waist, sparkling hazel eyes, and a skinny athletic figure with a bit of baby fat, and well, I used to have olive skin, but now I'm pale. I was wearing our school's uniform, which consisted of a white shirt with a red sweater with a huge HA on our hearts and a red plaid skirt with a touch of black and white.
Thank goodness we could have any type of backpack, since mine was a leather messenger bag. I grab my bag, phone and my keys to my Volkswagen. I was going down stairs when my mom said, “Megan! Can you come downstairs? We need to talk to you about something!” I said as I finally got downstairs, “Sure, be right there!” I went into the kitchen where my asshole of a stepdad, Bob Shirley, really I’m not kidding that’s his last name, thank goodness I got to pick which last name I wanted so I stayed with mine (Nightshade) well any way he has sandy blond hair, beady eyes that look like he’s staring right into your soul, and he’s kind of fat.
Then there’s my little sister, Mckayla, she’s so cute and she’s five years old, she has long black hair up to her waist like mine and has olive skin but the only thing that’s different between us is that she has black eyes. And my step-brother Jared who's, sadly, the same age as me, and he has sandy blond hair just like his father, but with green eyes (they weren't beady like Bobs), has an athletic figure, star quarterback at his high school, which is good so he won't get on my nerves at school. And my mother, Hannah Elizabeth Nightshade, she has jet black hair, black eyes, kind of chunky but not as fat Bob, she always thinks that everything is going to be fine and nothing could ever go wrong. I looked around the house to see if I forgot anything I made sure I had my keys but they looked different. Then I realized these weren't my keys.
My mom said, “Happy Birthday, Megan!” I said, “Mom, these aren't the keys to my Volkswagen.” “Oh, we sent your Volkswagen to the dump and got you a new car.” said Bob. “You did WHAT!?” I asked. “Happy Birthday Sissy.” said Mckayla as she wrapped her arms around my legs and gave me those happy puppy dog eyes.
For her sake I said, “Um...thanks, you guys...where is my new car anyways?” I felt like I just died when I said that. I didn't even get to say good-bye to her (yes, it's a she not a he).We all went outside. OMFuckingG!!
It was so beautiful. I was so surprised that it was a blue Mustang. I ran and gave my family a hug. I said, “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you so much!” Mom said, “Bye, sweetie. Have a nice day at school!”
I said, “Bye.” So I drove to school in my brand new Mustang. At the first stoplight I checked my neck. I was still freaked out by that stranger. When I looked at my neck, I saw two holes.
I touched it as a shiver went through my body. Then the memory came back like a slap to my face. First he licked my neck slowly, and then he let his breath hit my neck as he kissed it gently before biting right into my neck. I fixed my hair that way for sure no one will see the bite marks. Then the light turned green.
So many thoughts were going back and forth through my head, like, why would he do that to my neck if I don't even know him? I mean, it's like “Hey I'm going to do this to your neck and you can't do anything about it.”(Which I can't, he was so strong that night while I was as weak as a stupid twig.)
A few minutes later...
I got into the parking lot. I grabbed my stuff and went inside the cafeteria and sat at my group’s table. Where my friends were sitting: Alice, Elena, Kaitlyn, Allison, and Lucy, everyone including my ex-boyfriend James was talking. “Wow! Meg, you look like crap.” said Lucy. “Don't tell her that!” said a very shocked looking James.
I said, “I do?!?” I quickly got my mirror out. I looked paler than I did before. I must still be in shock. “I'm okay, you guys, and I just had a bad dream last night, that’s all.” I said.
“Happy birthday, Megan!” they all said together. Sure it's my birthday but I wasn't happy ('cause I was still a little scared about that stranger).)If I tell them, they probably think that I'm crazy! The bell rang for us to go to class.
Kaitlyn handed me my schedule which read:
PERIOD COURSE TITLE ROOM#
1 Acting 101 301
2 English 2 111
3 Geometry 317
4 Choir 520
5 Technology 228
6 Poetry 316
7 World History 318
8 Chemistry 334
Oh wow, I thought. “You and I got first period together and I have you for seventh and eight period.” said Kaitlyn. “Yay, that’s awesome! Hurry up; we're going to be late.” I said. We were walking as we talked about our summer on the way to class. We sat in the back of the class.
I was writing in my agenda when I looked up and my heart just stopped. He was the hottest guy I had ever seen. I closed my mouth; thank god I got my brain back before he saw me staring at him. I quickly checked to see if I was drooling. Good I'm not drooling.
“Kaitlyn, who's he?” I asked. Kaitlyn looked up and asked, “He who?” I gestured to the new guy that was looking for a seat right now. “Oh that guy?” she said. “Yeah that guy.” I said.
“Um...I think his name is Erick Knightly.” said Kaitlyn. “Oh. I think I should get to know this Erick Knightly.” I said. Something about him seems different than other guys I've seen or met. But for today all I know is that he swept my heart away.