AN~ Hallo thar! So I will warn you that I have absolutely no clue what I am doing. I've honestly never really been into creative writing and only recently got into the world of fanfiction. But then I saw The Hills Have Eyes on Halloween night this year just for the hell of it and instantly fell in love. Can't say why, I just did. Sooo...I randomly decided to start writing a story. I'm really not exactly sure how far it's going to go or what the hell's even going to happen, but if you so wish, come along with me for an interesting ride.

There will be language, violence, and possibly *gasp* sex! :O

Emphasis on the possibly.

Ye have been warned.

By the way, since I'm incredibly new to this, comments and criticism will be immensely appreciated. And you know what, I'm going to be different and say that even flames are welcome as they will provide me with hearty lulz.

And so, without further ado...

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Chapter 1

Did you know that the color red is the most easily visible color to the human eye? It stands out more than any other to us. That's why it's the color that represents passion. It's the color of romance. The color of love and sexuality.

To me, it is the color of the life leaving my body…

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After the same scenery for the last 5 hours, I don't believe I have to elaborate on just how mind numbingly bored I was. I had eventually taken to spinning my ring around on my finger obsessively. I never took that ring off and often forgot about the plain band of hematite on the middle finger of my left hand, unless someone complimented me on it. On the rare occasion I noticed it, though, I tended to fiddle with it.

My family had been driving through desert terrain for the last four days on our way to the border. We're from Washington state and headed to Mexico to meet family I didn't even remember the names of. I was pretty excited, but I knew it was probably going to be a bit awkward. I didn't know any of these people and I knew they were all going to be more interested in talking to my parents and catching up with them. I predicted much swimming and picture-taking in my near future.

My parents had always told my brother and I about our family in Mexico. Both sides had family down there, and each was just as huge as the other. Some didn't even speak much English. I never got around to learning Spanish, so you can bet I was reading the translation book we brought furiously on the drive.

My grandpa lived in southern Utah and loved to drive, so he would drive down there and spend a week or two with my Great Uncle, who I actually met once when I was little. My grandpa would always come back with pictures and stories and my parents finally decided it was about time we went on a trip to experience the greatness that is Mexico, ourselves. But with so many interesting places and family members and friends on the way down, they decided it would be a fantastic idea to drive there...

As enthralling as the first few hours of the scenery was, the wonder quickly wore off and was replaced by boredom. It was a completely different world out here, from my home in Seattle. There was something elegant about the red desert hills and endless sea of rocks and sand, at first, and the photographer in me couldn't resist asking my parents every few miles if we could pull over so I could get a few shots. But as time wore on, I finally realized that my pictures were turning out more or less the same. That's when I decided maybe the desert wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sure, it was neat, but nothing really seemed to stand out. Nothing that made one rock structure that much different than the next. Just static scenery that seemed to go on forever. I had a feeling I was not going to enjoy the rest of this ride.

"Hey, Lily, it's your turn to pick a CD."

I snapped out of my pondering as my brother, Lexis, threw the CD case into my lap. I picked out a mix I made just for the trip, and handed it to him. "Thank ya, ma'am," he said in a silly voice and handed it up to our mom. She took it and slid it into the CD player.

Just then, my dad spotted a tiny gas station just up ahead and mused aloud whether or not we should stop for snacks and such.

"Terrance, look at the gas gauge, we need to stop anyway," my mom told him. Dad just nodded and pulled over into the parking lot of the gas station.

I was already back to twirling my ring while Lexis was bobbing to the loud rock music playing in the car. We came to a stop at a pump, the entire lot vacant except for us and a dusty old Toyota which I doubted even ran. There was a tiny convenience store inside, just as we had hoped. Dad got out to take care of the car and mom got out to stretch her legs and enjoy the view.

I was honestly quite sick of the view, so I nudged my brother, "You wanna go grab some drinks or something? I've been craving something other than water all day." Lexis laughed, "Why? You think they'll have blood in there?"

He was, of course, making his hourly joke about my wardrobe, which consisted mostly of black. I frequently like to wear my fake fangs just for the hell of it, and I like dark makeup. Don't get me wrong; I don't like to believe I'm a real vampire, and I don't take myself seriously, I'm actually pretty silly. At least I am for a twenty year old.

My brother, being two years my junior, made fun of me frequently. It was pretty much his obligation, as my little brother. But in all honesty, he was protective of me. We got along very well for siblings. We were homeschooled when we were much younger, so we kind of had to learn to get along.

"Ha ha..." I said sarcastically as I jumped out of the car and brushed off my black capri's adorned with many safety pins, courtesy of moi. I also pulled up the top of my low cut red and black striped tank top. Mom liked to complain about how my shirts showed too much skin, constantly, although she was the one that kept buying them for me. Actually, that was really most of what I owned. I was odd in many senses, but particularly in the sense that I was very self conscious, but most of what I wore seemed to attract far too much attention. I didn't like people watching me, but I always got nothing but weird stares as I walked down the street. Most people liked it, thought it was "cool" or "brave" that I looked the way I did, but my mom really never did approve all that much. Mostly because of the attention, she saw it as a negative thing, but I thought she was just worrying about nothing. But I digress; as much as it bothered my mom sometimes, the only desert appropriate clothes I had were not what she would necessarily consider appropriate. So she would just have to deal with it.

Lexis and I stretched the stiffness out of our legs for a minute before we headed into the decrepit little store.

We made our way straight to the giant refrigerator full of drinks. I found a bottle of orange juice and Lex grabbed a mango juice smoothie drink. He called for the owner of the store, "Excuse me, we're ready to check out!"

We waited nearly a minute before a nearly toothless old man came out of one of the back rooms to the counter. "Well hallo there! Can I help you with those?" he asked, running up to the counter and grabbing the cash we had ready in our hands from us.

Lex and I simply exchanges glances before smiling back at the shaky old man. He seemed nervous...anxious. Like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. I kept my mouth shut and just smiled, awkwardly brushing my hair behind my ear, exposing many piercings.

"While you're available," Lexis said politely to the man, "could you come out and talk with my dad about directions to our next destination? Knowing dad, I figured I'd ask you now, before he hunts you down later to ask."

I had to stifle a giggle. I loved my dad, but he could be obnoxious about some things. Traveling was one of them.

My father, Terrance, was always on the search for new, better routes. He would do the hula and lick a frozen pole if someone told him it would save us fifteen minutes of driving. This trip was already ridiculously long, he would want to know if there was a way to get to our next destination quicker. We already had a route planned out, but this guy might know of a path that wasn't as well known. Worth a try, anyway. If it meant getting us away from this barren desert wasteland, I would be more than happy to try anything this guy had to offer. Coming from the inner city, I almost craved the sight of buildings.

The old man nodded his head. "Sure thing, 'e needs ta see me ta pay, 'nyway. No use fer credit cards 'round 'ere."

I remembered that the pump did look pretty old, it made sense that it wouldn't have a card scanner. Good thing mom always liked to carry cash on her.

My mother, Rose, was always on top of things. She liked to be prepared, which was good, cause that meant my brother and I didn't have to think too much about being prepared for these trips we went on. I just had to pack my own personal stuff and I was set. I liked it that way, I hated getting all stressed over trips that were supposed to be fun and relaxing.

The old man rushed out after taking care of our purchase to greet our parents. "Poor guy seemed a bit on edge, don't you think?" I said, turning to my brother. "Maybe he sensed you were here to drink his blood!" Lex joked, poorly mimicking Dracula and turned to go back to the car.

I rolled my eyes and followed him out of the store. I took a sip of my orange juice, beginning to daydream about the rest of our trip, happy thoughts in mind, blissfully unaware of the Hell that awaited us...