As he inched closer to my face, I inched closer to the brick building that my back was against. It was nearly midnight. My mother would be wondering where I was, what I was doing, but more importantly, why I wasn't home. The boy that stood in front of me didn't appear to be human. In fact, he barely looked alive: he had a golden tint to his eyes, although they were dark red, almost like the color of blood. Odd. Is he wearing contacts? I thought, staring at his beautiful face.

I knew I shouldn't be here. Not now. Not tonight. Yet, I continued to stand there, mesmerized by his porcelain skin, curious eyes, and sandy brown hair. The expression on his face was unreadable, but I could tell he was in the process of thinking.

All of a sudden, I had no idea what was happening. Everything went black, while my neck felt a stab of excruciating pain. I opened my eyes to look at the night sky, noticing a full moon. However, that's no important at the moment. As my body shook, I felt like I was on fire. I finally stopped screaming, and everything went silent. I hit the pavement and tumbled over, trying to keep the stranger in sight. As I looked around, I saw the boy, who was maybe 18 or 19, looking down at me, smiling. I somehow felt renewed, but a moment later by throat started burning like campfire. I've never felt something this horrible before, and I knew something about me had changed within the past few minutes.

There was still rain on the ground from the storm that hit earlier, and I looked into a puddle nearby. My eyes were the color of a rose and my skin was as pale as a white wall. I was beautiful. Something was definitely going on because at that moment, as I screamed while my throat burned with pain, there was only one thing I wanted: blood, and lots of it.