Hey guys and gals. This is my first story. Ever. So like any sane person I decided to start off with something easy the obvious choice were vampires. As I watched Twilight, New Moon, etc, with my sisters. I thought to myself, Why are all the vampires guys? I'm sure girls make much more deadly vampires than guys do. I just finished reading Salem's Lotby Steven King, and I have to say, it was the best vampire book I've ever read. This is what this Fan Fic is about, vampires taking over a small town/city. I wonder if I'll continue it? Perhaps if I get enough reviews. Anyways I do not own Salem's Lot, Steven King does, so I hope he doesn't sue me. Constructive riddiccule is welcome. Please Rate, review, and comment.

Chapter 1: The End

I ran. I ran into the forest, as fast as my tired legs could carry me in the deep white snow. I was fleeing the town known as Fornost. As I trudged along the deep snow I left behind blotches of blood that quickly became imprinted onto the snow like a gruesome version of the Red Carpet, no doubt it was from the numerous cuts and wounds I recieved on my arms, legs, and neck...There was great evil at work in that town, something that my mind was still struggling to comprehend as a reality. The wind picked causing me to flinch and sending more snow to plummet to the ground like tiny white missilles. With visability becoming minimal I broke off from my frantic running and hid behind a tree, occasionally peering over my shoulder to make sure nothing followed me. Several minutes had passed and I let out a sigh of relief...Things have gone bad in the town now. Evil has spun a web there, that was so sticky not even a whisper about the evil deeds that were performed there could have escaped. But I will, I had too. I tore off a piece of my jacket so I could make a makeshift gauz to wrap the particularly nasty wounds on my arms and legs, but I did a double take to make sure I was still alone.

It was then that I saw a teenaged girl who looked no older than I was. She was just standing there beside the giant oak, wearing nothing, but a yellow dress laced with floral patterns.

"Can you help me? I seem to have gotten lost and I'm, so...cold." she said, in a high, clear voice, as sweet as morning mist. I got out from behind the tree and stepped closer to her, we were only a few feet apart. I must have looked like a mess, but if she was one of the few who where alive then maybe...

"Listen, please!" I begged, my voice was as innocent as a wounded deer, "There is something wrong in that town! I don't think-"

I broke off as I watched her. If there was ever a time in my life I was close to swooning, that was the moment. It was strange, but I was drawn to her. She was standing there, you see, but she was standing on top of the snow, and there were no tracks, not in any direction, except for my own.

She looked at me and grinned. Even with the snow falling at a rapid rate I was still able to see her eyes. Those eyes, a red and silver that you could fall into. They were less human than a wolf's eyes and when she grinned I can see how long her canine teeth had become. Her face was ghastly pale. I felt my longing and yearning turn to absolute horror. She was one of them... I tried to back away from her, but her arms, long and bare, pale and as cold as the snow, snaked out, grabbed me by both arms, and pulled me closer to her.

God. Those eyes. I can feel them examining me now, like a piece of prime rib. I wish I didn't, but I did. I stared directly into them. Did you ever hear the expression 'The eyes are the windows to the soul'? If that's true then I was staring into a dungean, bathed in darkness that beckoned me to stay. Forever.

"I want to give you a kiss," she said with that same melodious tone, but there was something in her voice, something like….hunger, "and then you can be mine."

She grinned… I could see the little fangs inside the pink ring of her lips. Something slipped down her chin, bright and silvery, and with horror, I realized she was drooling. Her hands clasped themselves around my neck and I was thinking: Maybe it won't be so bad, maybe it won't be so awful after awhile. I struggled uselessly, grabbing her arms, kicking her, trying to get her to release her grip on my neck. But my struggling only resulted with her tightening her hold. Her strength was unnatural, she easily lifted me off the ground so I was being suspended at least six inches. My breathing became mere gasps for life as her hands closed tighter and tighter, cutting off precious oxygen. I grabbed her wrists with my hands and squeezed as hard as I could, signaling that couldn't breathe.

She quickly dropped me onto the ground, where I layed sprawled for a good few minutes, gasping and sucking in air. But she picked me up again by the arm pits, the way achild picks up a teddy bear, and held me close to her, our noses were only centimeters apart. Before I could react she licked my nose and her tounge eventually made it's way to my cheek, and then finally at the nape of my neck. God, please help! She was toying with me! Like how a cat toys with a mouse! God, SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP!

I shut my eyes as tight as I could as I saw her cock her head back and then thrust her mouth towards me. I felt the puncture wounds as her canines sank into my skin. It felt...good...I was mesmerized and horrified at the same time. The feeling of this bite was enchanting, but in the back of my mind the horror of it all sank in. I was going to die or worse. Slowly my struggling began to cease, I felt my body go limp only to be held up by the girl so she can continue to feed. Soon I will be dead and if this girl chooses so I will be made Undead.

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