"Its been too long Chy." Paul whispered, his voice floating through the cool night air. I shivered at the sound of his voice, my long lost brother has come to haunt my dreams once again. A flash of his smirking face enter's my mind. An earing hanging from his right ear lob, his fashion just as crazy as I remember it.
"Paul?" I whispered, reaching out towards his dark shaded figure. With tears in his eyes he shook his head and turned to face me. To my horror, long peircing white fangs replaced his perfectly straight teeth. His dark blue eyes shining a dark crimson like a raging fire. His face was deformed, and.. Frightening. He looked exactly like a horror movie, like a vampiric horror movie.

He was a.. Vampire.

My body jerked up out of bed as my mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out, no sound at all. I was covered in sticky sweat. Paul's terrifying dreams would usually bring these kinds of side effects, sweating, screams, weakness, sobbing.. It's all things i'm use too. Its nothing new.

I felt my arms collapse underneath me. My body tumbled back onto my matress, my legs in a tangle of heavy warm blankets. Tears threatened to spill out of my icy blue eyes, but i swore i wouldnt let them. For Paul, my long lost big brother.
I closed my eyes for a moment and twisted to my side, letting my gaze transfer to my favorite framed picture of Paul and I. Paul had his arm slung carelessly around my shoulders, a big smile on both of our faces. We both had on our trademark black leather jackets, Mine was zipped halfway exposing a black tank top, the way I liked it.
His wasn't zipped at all, and was exposing a white shirt that had 'California' Wrote across the front in bold black letters. We looked exactly alike, we weren't twins, But people would sometimes mistaken us as being twins.

We had the same icy blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair, the slim figure followed. The picture was taken 2 days before he went missing. Also 2 days before he was classed as being 'Unfound' which means they gave up the search after 2 days with no luck. I could remember staying up all night, roaming the streets looking for my brother, scared of what I might find. As werid as it might sound, part of me felt as though he was watching me. As I walked in darkness, looking through the streets for my best friend, my big brother. Mom would yell at me when she seen that I was home, telling me there was no hope, that he was gone, and that there was no sense in looking because he was gone. But throughout all those months and everytime she yelled at me, there was always a tiny spark of hope held within me, and there secretly still is. I was the only one who still had hope, just me. Mom would sit in the house and cry, she wouldnt even notice when some nights I wouldnt come home. Honestly, I dont think she cared, she was depressed, and still is.

But part of me feel's he's still there, that he's watching me. I know that sounds wrong, and that it could never be true, but thats just how my mind works I guess. Instead of constantly crying and being depressed like our mother, I walked the streets everynight in hopes of finding him. I could never let him go, because somewhere inside me told me he was still there. The memory's of him haunted me, till this very day. The old memory's hurt to think about, but they were always there, Paul's memory was.. Always there.

Because of his memory's my last year of school was a complete hell. I lost my friends because I wouldn't talk to anyone. In a matter of days I just became another girl in the hallways, somebody that they use to know. I was that lost girl who's brother went missing 2 years ago, and was never found. The lost girl. That was my nickname. That's the name I would go by, and it was true. I was the lost girl, lost in her own world of hope and desire. Desire to find my brother, and hope that he was still there. Yeah, i was the lost girl alright. People started not to feel so bad for me after about a year or so. Paul was a trouble maker, and so was I, so people didnt really feel that bad that Paul was gone. They only needed me gone, than there life was complete.

My grades also dropped dramatically, I couldnt pay attention in class because I was always thinking about Paul, and what I would do that night to try and find him. I would sometimes print out missing posters, or I would sometimes simply walk around shouting Paul's name when needed. Though he would never show up, and my dreams were slowly being crushed.

I wouldn't even go to the party's, I even skipped prom. Without Paul nothing seemed complete, my life wasnt complete, only paul would be able to fix that. But as mom would say, 'He's never coming back.', so my life would forever be horrible.

I let my tears flow, as I looked around the room.

With thinking my hands reached towards the picture, my favorite picture. The silver metal hit my fingertips, it was cool to the touch. But somehow, satisfying. I held the picture in both hands for a moment, before lowering it to my bare lap. I stared at it for awhile, remembering the memory's Paul and I shared together. The good memory's, the ones that helped me through the bad times.

A single tear dropped from my cheek and landed on the picture, right on pauls face, making it look somehow, distorted. I wipped it off with my index finger, creating a clear smudge across both paul and my face's. I took the hem of my shorts and wipped it off. In a matter of seconds it was sat on my lap once more, the cool frame on my warm skin sending shivers up my spine.

Paul could do no wrong in my eyes, he was so perfect. Why could something like this happen to someone so perfect? Why did paul have to leave me? He was my big brother! I could never see him again! I missed him more than anybody could ever imagine..

If I had one more chance to see Paul again, I would take it. I would go anywhere he wanted, I would do anything he wanted. I just want one more chance to see his smiling face once more, before I have to let his memory go. I want to hug him again, I lost not only my big brother, but my best friend.

Sadness washed through me as I stood up and looked at the picture one last time, before stretching to place it on my night stand once more when I herd a pair of footsteps behind me. My body spun around quickly as I stared across the room. With a loud 'smash' the picture went tumbling to the floor, the glass smashing into tiny peices.

My heart instantly stopped.

"Hey Chy."