A/N: Hey there my name is Taylor and, I made up this story and these characters, and I apologize if they seem alike to some others, but to my knowledge, I OWN THEM! Haha. I love vampires, like the ones in Ann Rice and sexy ones like Edward Cullen. So…here it is! Hope you like it!

The five nights before summer ended, my dreams terrorized me. Every time I awoke the same; not wanting to sleep again in anxiety that they would return to me. I never failed to scare myself into tears, and I constantly wondered through my waking hours what was wrong with me.

I rarely understood why my inner self could gather such a menacing thing for me to dream about, but there was no way for me to know.

To everyone that wasn't me, these dreams didn't seem like such a big deal, but for some reason, it bothered me more than I liked. For some reason, these nightmares felt different then any other I'd had.

But I ignored them as best I could and finally got to this point, where I'm walking down the corridor of my high school, bewildered by how much people had changed in the three month period we had away from this place.

My eyes were searching; every one who had their backs to me kept looking back, paranoid because of my probing. I almost laughed, wondering how much of a creep I looked like at the moment. It was certainly not the finest way to start my junior year here a West Van-Buren High School.

I was anticipating this moment all summer long; the return of my best friend Caleb. He went to his Great Aunt Kinsley's seasonal home in Europe for the entire summer. The last time we saw each other, it ended with a good bye kiss that, I believe, left both of us baffled by this new attraction. We've been friends ever since sixth grade when he moved here from California, but I never saw this coming. Caleb seemed too much like a friend, or maybe I was just avoiding something inside that told me I thought of him otherwise.

He was tall; every time a girl stood next to him, he was usually towering over her, like he towers over me. Not only was he tall, but he was skinny and fit. Caleb was so comfortable with me that he often never wore a shirt, the way he was content, and revealed an impressive set of abs for a thin boy. To match the pleasant physique, he had the most adorable face I'd seen on an eighteen year old (he's a junior too, but he stayed back!). Caleb had dark, dark brown hair, which he wore gelled sometimes, and it was usually covering his forehead, on the brink of covering his bright sea green eyes. He had small features, but his lips were fairly full, and he had his lower lip pierced. They were definitely soft, especially when they touched mine…

Here I go, getting into detail about his lips. This was insanity that I had thoughts about him that he would obviously find either disturbing or hilarious, but in each scenario I pictured me standing there, a look of complete seriousness on my face, but Caleb pointing and laughing hysterically and eventually walking away from me, continuing his little giggle.

That is such a Caleb thing.

Gathering away from the muddle in my membrane, I refocused my attention to the girl approaching me.

"Elle! Hey!" It was Jessica, my female best friend.

I coy smile and said, "Hey Jess, how was your summer?"

"It was awesome! I have so much to tell you but I have to get to the office real quick; a few alterations in my schedule. I'll see you at lunch!" Jessica squeezed my shoulder and continued running down the hall.

I gave a guttural sigh, and kept my slow pace until I finally reached the part of the atrium I always claimed next to the entrance.

People passed by me, occasionally giving a short greeting while they walked, but I wasn't all there. I started thinking about my nightmares…again.

It began like any normal good dream; I was sitting on the grass letting the sun soak up the dew drops left from the passing rainstorm. Next to me Caleb sat too, but this wasn't right. Instead of joking and talking like we always do, he was glaring at me. Caleb tried to put as much distance between us as possible, like he was disgusted by my presence, and he was even talking to me like I was his bitter enemy.

"Why would you come near me? You know that I can't stand you," He'd say, and in turn I would reach out to him.

Next he would say, "Touch me, and it's the last thing you'll ever do. I hate you. You're the reason that your father committed suicide, don't you remember? You're the reason for this…"

Caleb would point to the end of the field my back was facing, and I would turn to see the bloodiest massacre one could imagine. I'd cover my face protectively as the sun disappeared from the sky.

"Stop crying," Caleb would say. "You're pathetic."

Something would change, I couldn't ever remember what, but something would shake me and I would suddenly be lying in my grave. Everyone that I had "driven to suicide" was standing around it, blood streaming down their faces and onto my white dress that I had on.

"Why are you smiling?" They would ask and I had a mirror put in front of me. What I saw scared me half to death. It was me, but I was unrecognizable to myself. I had the sides of my mouth cut and stitched into a permanent smile, and my eyes were pure black. My face was pale, but it had cuts strewn all over it.

The last thing I remember is seeing Caleb start shoveling dirt into my grave.

I shivered, regretting my eerie memory of the past. Nothing bothered me more than this nightmare, but I was suddenly distracted as he walked through the door.

It was Caleb, but it wasn't. He was still the same in the face, but he was taller, if that's even possible, and still lean but even more fit. The pale skin was foreign to me because he was usually much darker than as I saw him now. I knew it was him standing there, but at the same time I felt like he was not just atypical from his looks, but the way he stood.

"Caleb?" My voice called, shaky in the middle of his name.

He glanced to me, expressionless, and looked away as if I was someone he didn't know all too well. This was bad.

I walked over to him, smiling to hide my suspicion and curiosity. A strange knot formed in my stomach that made me almost want to vomit.

When I finally reached his side, he didn't look at me, but he held his awkward pose. Being this close to him, I realized how badly he towered over me now. This seemed physically impossible.

"Not even going to say hi to me?" I said jokingly, and I was surprised by how composed and calm my voice seemed aloud.

He shot a narrow-eyed glance at me before saying, "No."

"What's wrong?" His sudden hostility made my voice meek.

Caleb's head tilted back, like he'd told me this a hundred times. "Just because I choose not to talk to you means that something's wrong? I think something's just right."

I could feel a dry, crack in my throat that was turning into a valley as I stood there, rendered speechless by this similarity in my nightmare.

I figured I'd ignore it, and keep trying.

"What'd you do this summer?" I asked him, shying away from eye contact.

He scoffed. "I was at my aunt's house. I already told you that."

My mouth was open, trying to form a response and finally I said, "Yeah, right. So wanna do something after school?"

I moved closer, letting his scent fill my nostrils. However different he now was, his smell was still the same; musky.

Caleb jumped back a few feet, giving me the most unpleasant stare I'd ever receive. It made my chin quiver and one tear race down my hot cheek.

"Caleb, talk to me. What did I do?" I reached my hand out, and he just shook his head, turned, and walked away.

Returning home from school, I sat down on my front steps, not caring that it was pouring out. I let everything get soaked for a moment while I let the fact that Caleb now loathed me sink in, skin deep.

What was going on?