Ethan's POV
The vision was blurry. I was in the woods. The Whitechapel Woods. Why am I here? It felt real, but imaginary at the same time.
Suddenly, I started running. My feet were uncontrollable. I couldn't stop. Where was I going? Feet, stop!
Finally, they stopped. I looked up and found myself in that meadow in the middle of the woods. Sarah and I would come here. Why was I here?
My eyes searched for answers. I had a feeling that something was gonna happened.
Suddenly, I found a familiar old man standing yards away from me. It was…my grandpa Joe Morgan.
It was him alright. He had that fuzzy grey hair, his big nose, and little mustache that matched his hair. Also, he had my brown eyes. There was only one thing about him. He was dead.
He died about four years ago. Has his spirit come to me?
I turned to my right and saw Sarah hidden in the brushes. Blood was coming out of her mouth and dripping from her lips.
"Sarah, he'll see you!" I shouted. I knew he was dead, but I still didn't want him to know that my girlfriend's a vampire.
She carefully cleaned the blood off her lips and walked towards me. We held onto each other's hand.
We both walked over to him.
I said, "Grandpa, this is my girlfr—" I stopped.
Grandpa was copying my hand gesture. Why was he doing that?
"Grandpa, what ar—"
He was talking the same time as me, but no words came out of his mouth. When I stopped talking, so did he.
My hand reached out, so did his. We were both fixing to touch each other's hand. When I expected to feel his wrinkled hand, I felt a flat, hard surface.
Suddenly, my hand started…wrinkling. It was like aging. Why is this happening? Then, it stopped.
I looked back up and I realized that I was staring into a mirror. Grandpa Morgan was my reflection.
I looked to my right where Sarah was. She was nowhere to be seen in the mirror.
My vampire girlfriend, who was forever seventeen, whispered, "Happy Birthday, Ethan."
My eyes shot open. I found myself in my room. Sarah was sitting next to me.
"Sarah?" I whispered.
"Happy 18th birthday, love," she whispered. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Finally, October 8th."
"I'm old now."
"Not old like me."
"You're seventeen. I'm eighteen."
"Physically."
I heard footsteps coming towards my bedroom.
"Your mom's coming," said Sarah. She ran and hid in my closet.
Knock, knock! "Ethan?" said my mom.
"Come in, Mom," I said.
She opened the door. "Sweetie, are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"Happy Birthday, dear."
"Thank you, Mom."
"I can't believe you're already eighteen. I love you."
"I love you too, Mom."
She left and closed the door behind her.
Sarah appeared. I sat up on my bed.
"So wanna know the big surprise?" she asked.
"Surprise?" I asked.
"Grandma is throwing you a little birthday party."
"Sarah, I don't like to celebrate my birthday that much. You know that, love."
"Well, I think you should still come."
"Okay. Okay. I'll come."
"By the way, were you having a nightmare?"
"What makes you say that?"
"While you were asleep, you were breathing hard and murmuring no."
"Oh."
"Sweetie, come on. Tell me."
"Okay. It was you and me in the meadow. I saw my dead grandpa there. I realized that he was me."
"You were him?"
"I was old and you were there. You were still 17. Forever and ever."
"Oh."
"I get it. I'm not like you. I'm not a vampire."
"I don't want you to be."
"I'm not asking if I can be one."
"Good."
"Wait. Can I?"
"Seriously?"
"I'm just asking."
"I'm not gonna change you."
"Sarah, I'm already 18."
"So?"
"I'm getting older. Just wait when I'm even more older."
"Ethan, I don't care how old you get. I love you at any age."
"I love you too. I'll stop about this."
"Okay. You coming to the party?"
"Yes."
"Okay. It's at Benny's house."
"Love you."
I leaned over and kissed her. She said, "I love you too."
Sarah jumped out the window.
I got up and got dressed. I threw on my blue button-up shirt, dark blue jeans, and black converses.
It was like around lunchtime already. I got in my old truck and drove off to Benny's house.
Once I got there, I walked inside.
"Surprise!"
I looked in the living room. There was Grandma Wier, Benny, Rory, Erica, and Sarah were there.
"Happy Birthday, Ethan," they all said.
"Thank you, guys," I said. "This is great."
"We know you don't like to make a big deal on your birthday," said Benny. "But we insist."
"You're eighteen now," said Erica.
"Yep, I'm old," I said.
"Eighteen is not old."
"It's older than Sarah."
"Here, Ethan," said Sarah. She handed me a box with a bow on it. "It's from me."
I opened it. It was a wristwatch. It looked very expensive.
"Sarah, this is great," I said. "It looks expensive."
"Do you like it?"
"I love it."
I hugged her and kissed on the forehead.
Rory came up to me with another box. "Happy birthday, dude. This one is from me."
"Thanks Rory."
As I quickly try to open it, I felt something coming out of my nose and running down my lips.
"Ethan!" murmured Sarah. "You're bleeding!"
My hand touched the bottom of my nose and I saw crimson blood on my fingers.
"Oh, god," I said under my breath.
Grandma grabbed a napkin and gave it to me.
I snatched from her. I wrapped the napkin over my nose and squeezed it as tight as possible.
As a minute or two, it stopped. Once I looked back up, Erica was about to lunge at me.
Sarah jumped in front of me, and threw her hand at me and pushed me back. Her vampire strength pushed me across the room and I hit the wall. Then, I fell.
Glass from the mirror on the wall, which I hit, was surrounding me. Including the wooden table that was under the mirror was broken as well.
A sharp pain was coming from my thigh. I looked at my right thigh and saw three pieces of glass stabbed into my thight.
My hand held onto the big piece and I yanked it out. Suddenly, my blood was all over my thigh.
I looked back up and saw Rory and Sarah, with their arms wrapped around Erica. Her green eyes were now gold and she kept hissing at me. She was like a wild animal.
Then, I realized that I was at my birthday party… covered in blood… in front of three dangerous full-fledged vampires.
okay. It sounds like new moon at 1st but it's different.