"No..." I whispered to myself. This was it. The end of my life. He leaned closer to my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my skin. He reached out his hands, and grasped mine so I couldn't go anywhere. What a monster… And to say I loved him? How dare I soil my mouth with those words meant for a monster? He leaned in closer, making my heart race.

"No…!" I said, a little louder this time.

"Oh yes," he whispered in my ear.

This time I felt his fangs pierce my skin. It hurt. I could feel the blood leaving my body. I felt weak, alone, and useless. He pushed me down on the ground when he was finished. I could barely keep my eyes open… He just left me there. Alone. Tarnished. In need!

"Just-t-tin." I whispered. I know he heard me, but he fatally ignored me.

I woke up, crying, sweating, and Jamie sitting on my bed.

"Are you okay?" She asked me.

"Yea. Just peachy."

"Same dream?"

"Yup. I can't get over that! I don't know why I keep having the same dream over and over again."

"I feel 'ya sis. One time, I had the same dream about Justin Bieber for a week!"

"And your telling me this because…?"

She glared at me. "Shut up, man!"

"Man?" I said.

And with that, she ran out of my room… I got up and did the normal girl thing. I went outside and made my way over to the nearest convenient store. When I got inside, I picked out some milk, Sour-Patch Kids, Doritos, Milk Duds, some apples, gum, and paid for them. On my way out, the news came on.

"There have been people found with two puncture marks on their neck. They have seemed to be drained of blood. We have two leading suspects: Wolves are in town early this year, or John Philips. John is known for killing people with drugs that dissolve once they hit your central nervous system, then taking a two-pointed surgery needle and making to small holes on the neck, then draining the body of blood. The blood is used for illegally drugging it and giving it to a blood bank that will take the blood, and give it to the sick that actually need it.

"This is said to kill the patient, right when the blood settles into the system. But, unfortunately, John Philips hasn't been seen since the incident, back in 1983."

Wow… Interesting.

I went home to find my sister hanging out with a random guy. She was laughing and squealing. What a flirt.

"And, may I ask who you are?" I said to the boy. He turned around. He had a purple hoodie on, sunglasses, ruffled hair (looked like it wasn't brushed this morning!), and a go-tee.

"I'm uh.. Jus- I mean, Michael."

"Yea.. Well, Michael, Michael Little Squirrel. Pull His Tail And Watch Him Hurl!"

"Umm… Okay?" He said, a little scared.

"Yea. Hurt my sister, I hurt you."

"Yeah.. Okay?"

His voice sounded familiar… I can't put my finger on where I've heard him before…