Hello people...and welcome to my first horror story. Mwa ha ha ha! Now be warned...I rated this story "M" for a reason. Especially for this first chapter. This story isnt really a story, in that sense of the word. Its more of a collection of ordinary (or extraordinary) humans who are eventually hunted and killed by vampires. So hint hint: the main character dies in basically every chapter. Dont become too attached to them. I warned you. Now read on. If you dare.

My feet slapped against the pavement as I ran. There was a full moon tonight. I'd always loved full moons. They'd always comforted me when I looked up at them. But not now.

The breeze was sharp like knives. I had left my jacket at Ian's. But there was no way I was going back there now. Not with that other girl there. How could he cheat on me? For three months? I thought he loved me! Tears streamed from my eyes. Every kiss, every touch was a lie. Now all I had to look forward to in my life was finishing my senior year in high school. Oh joy.

I kept running. I didn't care where I was going. All I wanted was to put as much distance between me and Ian as possible. I ducked around parked cars, raced across the crosswalks without looking both ways (my mother would've killed me, if a car hadn't gotten there first), and took shortcuts through the alleys. I didn't usually go through the alleys. They scared the crap out of me. Especially when there were people in them. But right now, I didn't care about anything.

Finally I was close to exhausted. I stopped in an empty alley, sat down against the wall, and cried. My sobs echoed off the bricks, clanged off the old dumpsters. I wished I could die. Well, not really. My mom would have a heart attack, and my dad would probably, too. So I just sat there, crying the life out of me, until suddenly, I heard a noise. Footsteps.

"Why are you crying, missy?" whispered a voice.

My heart jumped in my throat. I looked up and saw a man standing there. His chin was covered in a hairy stubble, as though he hadn't shaved properly. He stank of tobacco and alcohol. He wore ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and beat-up sneakers.

"Why are you crying?" he repeated, staring into my eyes.

"N-no reason," I stammered, hastily getting to my feet.

"Yes there is," he said softly, slowly coming closer and closer to me. "You wouldn't be crying about nothing."

I started to back away, but before I could distance myself, his greasy hand closed over my wrist. I struggled, but his grip was like iron.

"L-let go of me," I blubbered.

"Why don't you stay here a while?" He ran a finger down my back, and I shuddered. "I could make you feel better."

"I said, let GO!" With my free hand, I punched him in the face as hard as I could. He cried out and loosened his grip. I yanked my arm free and tried to run, but I tripped over my feet and he caught up to me easily, grabbing my hair.

"OW!" Pain shot through my skull. The man grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. His lip was bleeding, and his eyes were furious - almost evil.

"You're gonna pay for that, missy," he growled. I struggled to break free, but he held both my arms this time. It was impossible.

"Now, why don't you tell me your name?" he crooned. "My name's Jake."

"N-no," I moaned.

Jake's eyes flashed. In one swift movement, he thrust my left arm down sharply. I felt my wrist snap. I howled as pain shot up my arm.

"Why don't you tell me your name?" he repeated with menace.

"Abby," I gasped, tears streaming from my eyes again, but for a different reason.

"Abby." He closed his eyes, his mouth forming a small smile. "That's a nice name."

My wrist hurt so badly I couldn't even think.

"Now," whispered Jake. "you're gonna pay for that punch. But it won't be so bad, I promise. You might end up enjoying it. It could make you feel better."

Without warning, he shoved me, hard, across the alley. I crashed into the brick wall and slumped onto the ground, dazed. A small sound brought me back to my senses. The sound of Jake unzipping his fly.

Desperate to escape, I forced myself to stand up and leap away from the wall, but Jake caught me again. He had taken off his jacket. His chest was bare. Slowly, ever so slowly, he forced me backward, pressing me against the wall. I started hyperventilating.

"Calm yourself, Abby," he cooed. "It won't be so bad; I promise."

He held his right forearm against my collarbone. I struggled in vain. His left hand reached for my skirt.

"N-no," I whimpered.

"Shh," he soothed. His breath stank. I felt him slowly ease my skirt down my thighs.

"You have spunk," he murmured. My skirt fell to the ground. "I like that in a girl. Why don't you try to channel some of that into me? I want it. I need it."

He slipped a finger under the waistband of my underpants. Slowly dragged them down. My whole body shook.

"And don't worry." My underpants fell to the ground. "You won't be sad anymore. I'll make you forget everything. Everything."

I felt a scream building up inside me. I opened my mouth, but he shoved his hand over it.

"Now…" whispered Jake. "Just relax…and forget."

He locked his legs around mine; if there was any possible chance to escape before, now it was gone. He took his free arm and wrapped it around my body, his hand stroking my back. His breath was in my ear. I felt myself being pulled gradually towards him. My chest touched his. My legs touched his. My heart was beating loud and fast, my breathing coming in pants; terror filled my mind.

All of a sudden, I heard a whoosh, and Jake was whisked away from me. I collapsed onto the ground, gasping and shaking, and looked up. Another man had entered the alley. Except he didn't look like a man, more like an eighteen-year-old boy. My age. He wore a tight tank top and cargo shorts. He wore no shoes. His skin was so pale, and it sort of glowed in the moonlight. His hair was a beautiful wavy brown, down to his shoulders.

Jake was livid as he jumped to his feet. "Get out of the way," he growled to the teenager. "She's mine!"

What happened next happened so fast that I almost didn't catch it. The teenager picked up Jake, who was screaming in terror by now, lifted him above his head with one hand, and threw him to the ground. Jake hit the pavement feet from me and didn't move. The teen turned to face me, and his eyes were a startling ruby color.

But nothing prepared me for this. The teenager dropped to the ground next to Jake, who seemed to be unconscious. He shoved his arm underneath his head and lifted it up, so it was closer to his face. The next thing I knew, his teeth were locked into Jake's neck.

That's when I started to scream. I was in hysterics as I watched the teenager sucking at Jake's neck, a crazed look in his eyes. I heaved myself up and ran, not caring that I was half-naked. I just escaped the alley when the teenager suddenly appeared in front of me. His eyes were a brighter crimson now. His lips were stained with blood.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growled.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me back into the alley as though I were a bag of flour. Once we were in the shadows, he threw me to the ground.

"You think you can escape a vampire?" he snarled, glaring down at me. He grabbed my leg and snapped it like it was nothing more than a twig. My leg was on fire. I screamed and screamed and screamed, knowing in the back of my mind that no one could hear me. The teenager lunged for my neck. I felt his teeth slice through my skin. The blood bubbled in the wound as he sucked greedily. With every pull I felt weaker and weaker. My very life was ebbing away. I would never see Ian again. I would never see my family again.

The last thing I saw was a pair of fiery red eyes before everything went black.

Now you know what its like for people who are hunted. They have lives, and families, and friends and schools (if theyre that young) and jobs and relationships. Throw a vampire into their path and they die. End of story. There's no escape once a vampire catches your trail. So on that happy note...REVIEW! :P