A car rushed by, and I'm in the middle of the highway. Vehicles coming at me from all directions, there was no way out. For some reason, they all missed me. They just flew by, not even honking to tell me I am being acknowledged. I just stood there, not being able to move, lights flashed. I hear a loud horn, I'm finally able to break away from the stillness, and I turn and see two head lights coming right for me. I cringe before the impact, but instead of feeling the jolt from the front, I feel a hit from the side. I open my eyes and I'm in the middle of a field. The air is cold, fog lingers in the air. I see nothing, hear nothing, I try to scream for help but I can't, the air comes from the lungs but no words. I grab my throat and feel warmth, and flesh. I take my hands away; they are covered with blood, my blood. Why is there no pain? I think to myself, as I examine the rest of my body. Blood is dripping from everywhere I try screaming, but again nothing. And then, I'm not alone there is someone beside me, a male figure. He is just standing there, I reach for him, but then he is gone. My heart starts beating harder, more and more blood pours out. I feel someone behind me; I feel breath, and male chortles and then pain.
Sitting straight up, I look around and I am in my room, in my bed, safe, for now at least. It's the same dream I have been having since this summer, since he came into my life. I get up, and slide off the end of my bed. My feet hit the cold stone, but what used to shock me, feels warm and nice. I walk into the bathroom, and turn the light on. My body glows perfectly in the mirror, smooth and silky. I ruin my hands across my stomach; it's hard, and feels like granite. My eyes, they are black. They are always black after that dream.
I open the cabinet, and take a glass out and turn the tap on. Bright red liquid pours out and fills the cup. It smells delicious, and I can feel my fangs poking out of my gums. I run my tongue along them, they are sharp. I smile, and they glisten in the mirror against my pale pink lips. I take a big gulp of the blood sitting in my cup. It quenches the burning in my throat. My eyes flicker, and return to their natural pale blue.
I walk back to my room, and turn the light on. I throw a t-shirt on, and it covers me enough that I can walk comfortably around. I run my fingers through my black silky hair, and step down the stairs. The TV from the living room quietly flickers, and I can hear the gentle snoring of my father. Walking into the room, I turn the TV off and cover him with a blanket. I walk into the kitchen a flick the light on. The mail has been brought in, so I quickly shuffle through it looking for anything addressed to me. Nothing.
Why hasn't he written me all summer...? It's not like him to do that. I pulled out the kitchen chair, and sat down, folding my hands on the table, and resting my head against my forearm.
"Hello Jessica." I jumped up and became instantly alert; I looked around, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. The male chortle that I have heard every night in my dream echoes through the quietness of the room.