Her name was Jayne Hill, a kind-hearted, lovely young lady who grew up in a big, wealthy family. A few months after her twentieth birthday, and also after her college graduation, her mother had gotten poisoned and died. Not long after, her father was murdered in his sleep. Jayne's younger sister, Bethany, had walked in on the gruesome scene. She screamed, alarming her siblings. Snapping her neck, the killer took Bethany out. Jayne witnessed that sight. The killer had spotted her, and walked towards her. His eyes were crimson-red and his mouth was smeared with blood. Just then, the oldest brother, Luke, stabbed the killer in his back with a spiked, wooden chair leg and screamed, "RUN!" as he picked up Bethany's limp body and helped the rest of the seven siblings down the stairs. Jayne moved quickly, making sure to not lose her siblings. Luke was slowing down, given that he was holding the dead body of their youngest sister. She could see Luke crying. She couldn't cry right now. There was too much adrenaline pumping through her to even form tears.

What were those? She asked herself, thinking back to the glowing eyes and protruding fangs. Could that be what Father had told tales about? A . . a vampire?

"JAYNE!" Luke exclaimed. "INTO THE CORNFIELD! NOW!" Everyone listened and took off towards their parents' old cornfield, where corn still grew plentifully. Jayne was holding the hands of ten year old Kit and Kiara, twins of course, as they struggled to catch their breath. They had asthma. Kit had tripped over something on the ground and Luke stopped, putting Bethany's body on the ground, crying.

"Luke?" Jayne said, eyeballing Bethany.

"I'll come back for her. She's dead. I have to worry about the siblings that're alive."

"But . ."

Luke put Kiara on his back and held Kit's hand as they ran. "Come on, Jayne!" Together, they ran. The rest of their siblings were in front of them, already out of sight. Jayne's boot got stuck on a corn root and tripped, rubbing her left knee raw on the pebbles. She winced and cussed at the pain, but got up as fast as she could, pulling her foot out from under the root. When she got up, she realized something: she'd lost her siblings. Shit! She cussed in her head.

"LUKE!" she cried. Right behind her, she heard the slow steps of someone. She knew it wasn't Luke. It was someone else. And she wasn't going to stick around to find out who it was. Quickly, Jayne took off towards the woods. It was so dark, she could hardly see anything. Then, she saw Luke, sitting on the ground, leaning on a tree with his back facing Jayne. She sighed in relief. "Thank God you're all right." She walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder. He fell backwards, revealing blood spots on his shirt and two small indents on his neck. Vampires. Is the only thing that came to Jayne's mind. Beside him, were the limp bodies of Kit and Kiara. Jayne wanted to scream. But she knew she couldn't. Tears were forming in her eyes now.

Something glimmered off of Luke's belt. Jayne reached for it and realized: it was a gun. She took it, hearing the rustling in the cornfield. Jayne kissed her fingers and pressed it to the cold forehead of her three dead siblings. She tried walking away, but she ended up walking backwards, processing what had just happened. Then, she walked into someone. They were so cold.

"Looks my little human survived after all," he said, his words were cold and smelled like blood. "I knew you'd be the last one alive." Jayne couldn't move. She was terrified to the point her body had gone completely still. He sniffed the air. "I smell blood. Did you hurt yourself?" He reached down and touched Jayne's knee. She winced at his touch. "Tsk tsk. You have such pretty skin. It'd be a shame if it scared." Behind her, she heard a soft crunch sound that sent shivers up her spine. "Here, drink this. It'll heal you up real good." Jayne saw in her peripheral vision that he had put his wrist to his mouth. It took her a second to understand what he was doing, until he spun her around, and she saw the face of her killer. He pressed his lips onto hers and she tried hard to pull away. But he was so strong. Unbelievably, inhumanly strong. He held her in place. Slowly, he made space between their lips, letting his blood seep into her mouth. Jayne began to make whining noises. She was so confused, so scared, so overwhelmed by what was going on, that she just began to cry. In the midst of it all, she accidentally swallowed his blood. Once he heard the satisfying gulp sound from her throat, he let her go.

Jayne pulled out her handgun that she'd gotten from Luke's dead body and aimed it towards the vampire. Her hand was shaking and the vampire knew she wouldn't pull the trigger. She didn't. She just took off running, gun still in hand. Jayne kept looking behind her for the killer, but he wasn't anywhere near her. Finally, Jayne felt more relieved than ever. She spotted a house not too far from her. She got to the porch of the house, and looked around her, to the forest. Jayne couldn't see her vampire killer. She sat up straight, finished with catching her breath, and saw him stepping out from the woods. She frantically banged on the front door of the house.

"HELP!" Jayne exclaimed. "HELP! PLEASE!" She grabbed the door knob and turned. It was unlocked. She entered the house and shut the door, making sure to lock all of the locks. After doing so, she stood there, staring at the door, heart beating faster than drums, and tears forming in her eyes. She whimpered, and let herself crumble. Jayne sat down on the floor, her back on the door, and her head to her knees. Her family: murdered. Well, there were three others that had escaped, and she had no idea where they were. The sudden thought of them dead like how Luke, Kiara, Kit and Bethany were had her mind boggled and terrified.

Slowly, Jayne stood up, grabbing the nearest oil lamp and turning it on. She sniffled as she lifted the lamp a little, to see her surroundings. "Hello?" She called loudly. She was now in the living room. The couches looked brand new. Jayne walked around them, and saw that there was a fireplace. She sat down, poured some oil on the logs and ripped a chunk of paper from an old book and threw it in the fireplace, making the fire dance across the logs. She turned off the oil lamp and sat down on the couch. No one's home. She thought to herself. Whether I should be afraid or feel safe, I'm not sure. But I like the serenity of this place.

"Leave."

Jayne jumped, turning around and seeing a man with brown hair leaned against a wall, not looking at her. He was half-hidden behind a pillar. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I just need help. There's som-"

"Whatever happened, I'm sure I'm more harm to you than they are."

What does he mean? "This guy . . thing . . what ever he is, he killed my family! Call me crazy . . but I think he's a vampire."

He looked at me with stern, cold eyes. "You don't know what I am yet."

Jayne shook her head, as he got closer to her. His eyes red and his fangs protruding. This scene was too familiar. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He pushed her against the wall, he was so close to her, she could smell the blood on his lips. Old blood.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, his monstrous eyes full of blood-lust and regret, as he pierced her neck with his fangs. Jayne gasped, dropping the gun she had been holding. The crackling fire made beautiful light that bounced off of this vampire's light skin. She was terrified. He pulled away from her, and her knees buckled, dropping her to the ground. She felt weak now, with all that blood drained from her. Jayne looked at the gun beside her, and then up the vampire. She picked up the gun and shook her head.

"No," Jayne said back to the vampire. She lifted the gun towards her head. "I'm sorry. For staining your carpet." Jayne pulled the trigger.

Should I write chapter 2? One-shot?

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