Screaming. Laughing. Yelling. Shouting. Sobbing. Crying. Throwing. Fighting. Punching. More yelling. Biting now. Cursing. Cursing in different languages. Passing out on the floor with people all around. Music. Bright colors. Flashes of naked people. Beer. Alcohol. Sex. Party.

Opening my eyes, I scanned the scene before me. I knew my new roommate had just had a party in our dorm again. I was there this time to witness it. I only had time to see and hear some things, for someone thought it would be funny to throw a huge piece of glass at me.

My body moved itself into a sitting position, all the while my head groaning in protest. The mess my eyes captured into them was almost enough to make me scream. There were party streamers all around the floor. On the walls were decorated lumps of food and stains of various colors. My bed looked as if a stampede of elephants had decided to use it to sleep last night. My roommate's bed wasn't even there anymore.

That's when it hit me. My roommate was nowhere to be seen. 'She probably thinks I'll clean it for her!' I thought angrily in my head. Alas, it was true. I was always the one to clean up someone else's mess. It was because I was such a pushover. Even when I babysat for my mother's friend's children, they got the better of me.

I closed my eyes, hoping to be swept away from the mess. When I opened my eyes, the mess was still there, awaiting me. Chewing my bottom lip was a habit I had started a few days ago, and now I applied it when I went to get the broom downstairs.

Downstairs had everybody in it. Some were obviously lost and still drunk. Others were just milling around, probably waiting for the coffee shop to open or something. I puckered my lips and ran to the closet. More people were in the closet when I opened it, and they glared at me as I tried to get the broom.

A girl my age looked me up and down, and then said, "Excuse me, but I'm using that broom." Her tone was nasty and cruel. I lowered my eyes to the floor and mumbled an apology to the girl. After I had closed the door, I decided to just run to the neighboring Wal-Mart store down the block.

A few minutes later, I was dressed in a loose white T-shirt, some bell bottom jeans, and a brown jacket that covered me all the way to my hips. I had decided to leave my scarf behind because it would just be too much of a hassle.

As the wind nipped into my covered skin, I kept walking towards the store. I had my I-pod on and was listening to a song by Leona Lewis, when I suddenly felt rough hands grab me from behind. Turning my body, I tried to scratch at my kidnapper. His arms help me tighter.

Then, he laughed into my face. His breath stank of a sweet and coppery smell I couldn't quite put my finger on. I looked up and thought this guy was a part in a freak show. He was taller than me, but most people were, and was wearing a loose white robe that covered everything except his hands and face. That's what made me gasp. His skin was tainted, or colored, a purple color. This guy freaked me out totally.

Thinking about my life, I tried to scream for help. The guy's hand clamped over my mouth, and I bit down on it. Hard. He cursed a long line of cuss words and let me go. Just as I turned to run, I felt the back of my head burst with new found pain. I yelped and fell to the floor.

He lifted his foot up above me. The purple freak smiled while saying something to me. My ears only caught the word kill and I tried to scream again. It was in vain, because as soon as I opened my mouth to scream, he brought his foot down upon my side. That shut me up fast.

He leaned down; I smelt his coppery breath again. This time, I instantly knew it was blood I was smelling upon this guy. He ate people. He was a cannibal. He was a monster.

My bottom lip quivered, and I saw the guy smile down at me. Smiling my best smile towards him, I sat up and said, "H-hey th-there. M-m n-n-name is T-tab-bith-tha."

The maniac smirked at me. His gaze dropped to my hand and rested there for a bit. Then, without looking up at me, he asked, "Do you believe in vampires, Tabitha?"

My mind told me to smack this guy and call the police on him for attempted murder. My heart told me to run away screaming and hoping someone could hear me and come to my rescue. Instead, my words told me and him something I didn't think I'd ever said to anyone. I didn't even know why the words came out. I didn't know what they meant anyway. "I believe that I want to be a vampire instead of a vampeneze," I said.

The purple skinned creature looked up at me, alarmed, and turned around. He ran the way he had come. I stood there like an idiot looking after him. "What the...," I whispered to no one in particular. It was so crazy that I was still alive and that something like this had happened so fast. But I needed to find out why he had run away from me.

My mind reeled for a bit. I bit my lip again and knew what I had to do. I stood up and, reluctantly, followed my purple skinned run away.