A boy… A girl… Those two…were at the wrong place at the wrong time…and nearly gotten themselves killed.

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"Caitlin! Caitlin!"

The young girl turned around and saw her friend, Davis. "Huh?"

The young boy screeched to a stop in front of her, his black hair in front of his brown eyes blocked his view of his friend. "I…I wanted to see if we can go to the graveyard?"

Caitlin looked at the boy with a stupid look, her blond hair, with red tips in front of her face, made her look more viscous with her diamond blue eyes staring at the boy. "Are you crazy? With all the stories there? No way!" She turned around fast on the heels of her black combat boots, making her red and black plaid skirt come up slightly and the small chains off her boots and skirt jingle. She popped up the collar of her black vest and fixed her white blouse underneath to where it covered the rim of her skirt. Her hair covered her entire back, so you could not see the Chinese dragon design on the back of her vest.

"Aw common! You're a journalist! I thought this kinda stuff excited ya? Finding out if the myth of the ghost in the graveyard is real?" He whined. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his wrist. He wore a black T-shirt with a white eagle design with many swirls coming from it. The only thing that wasn't black or white was the blood design dripping off the eagles' beak and claws. He wore blue jeans that were ripped at the knees to where you couldn't tell if it was accidental or purposely. Even though Caitlin was a year older, he was four inches taller.

She looked over her shoulder at him with a poisonous glare, "If there is ghost there, there probably pissed off at jerks who messed with their graves!" She snapped. "Besides, you know weird creepy stuff happens around here at night, and according to the rumor that's the only time the 'ghost' comes out."

In the small town of Lilith Woods, there is a popular rumor that a ghost protects the living from the undead. Many rumors say that the ghost fights against the Devil's wife, Lilith, from seeking revenge of the man that cursed her to be in the form of a jackal. The legend says that over two hundred years ago, Lilith came to this village, to cause her usual mayhem. She consumed the leader of the village with her looks and killed him after she was done. The leader's twenty-year old son saw what happened and cursed the demon, sent her back to hell, and changed her into a jackal, so she would not poison anyone else with her looks. Knowing that she would not stay there, the son had to plan something. The son's wife begged him to use her as a sacrifice, to use her spirit to protect the village. The son regrettably did so. He killed her, buried her, and placed a spell upon her soul so she could not go into the afterlife. The wife protected the town. But Lilith had another plan. She sent undead beings to the surface and to fight the spirit. The wife's spirit is said to still be there, protecting the town from the undead.

Remembering the legend, Caitlin kept her foot down "No!"

"Aww, sacred that the Devils' broad is gonna get ya!" He pulled out a white Flip video camera that had a black snake design on it that had purple venom dripping off its fangs. Davis pressed the red button and a light besides the camera lends came on and it started to record the angry girl. "Her it is folks!" He said in a narrator voice "Caitlin Blood Dominic, scared to report the legend of Anastasia!"

She turned around to the camera and hit it out of his hands "Shut up Davis! I just think that you should let the dead rest in peace!"

The camera fell on the ground and the camera lends was now pointed to the sky.

"Hey! I got that for my eighteenth birthday!" Davis screamed as he hurried to pick it up. He cleaned the lends and turned off recording. "Way to go Cate, you probably broke it!" He snapped, obviously angry.

Caitlin just looked away with a stuck up expression. "You shouldn't have shoved in my face." She turned around again and started walking to her previous destination, home.

That night, Davis was in his two story house, in his messy room with a king size bed and a computer desk with rock posters on every white wall and dirty clothes on his black floor, making sure his video camera was okay.

"I swear if she broke it, she's buying me a new one." He grumbled to himself. From his computer he looked over the last video he took, the one of him trying to convince Caitlin to come to the graveyard. "What the hell?" He stopped the recording after when Caitlin knocked it away from his hands. A blurred out vision of what looked like a woman walked past the camera. He tried to clear it up. But still all he could see is mist and blur. He leaned in closer to his laptop and squinted his eyes. "What is that?" He played the video more and right before he was going to stop recording, the blur was right behind Caitlin, looking at the camera. He scratched his head with confusion "What the heck is that?"

With no warning his laptop short circuited, with sparks flying everywhere. Davis jumped back with a scream. He stammered to his bed, feeling like someone knocked the breath out of him.

Within a moment, a quiet, barely able to hear voice whispered in his ear. "Leave me alone…"

Davis's hair on his neck stood up and his eyes widened. The lights flickered on and off for a moment and then everything rebooted, computers, T.V.'s, even the refrigerator, everything.

Davis looked out the window and saw that no one else was having problems with the electricity. He was starting to freak out. He grabbed the bag of rocks on his desk and began throwing them at the neighbor's window.

Caitlin was in her room listening to one of her favorite songs by her favorite bands, Young by Hollywood Undead. She was laying down in her red and black bed, with black wood and red covers, and a white tiger designed into the blanket and a snake designed into the pillow cases. Like Davis, her walls were white and covered in rock bands, except they were more current. She had a circular red and black carpet over her wooden floor. The ceiling had a red chandelier dangling that brightened the whole room. She didn't notice that there was a tapping at her window.

Back at Davis's house he was growing more irritated. "Damn it Caitlin." He grumbled. He grabbed a bigger rock from his bag and threw it harder at the window.

The song had just ended on Caitlin's IPhone and she was ready to play it again. But aloud crash went to her window, under her black curtains with a red moon and red stars. "What the heck?" She moved the curtains and saw glass sprawled out on the window sill. She saw the attack weapon, the rock and glared up to see Davis waving his hands high. She opened her window to yell at him. "What the hell, Davis?"

Davis rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, sorry. Come here! I need to tell you something!"

Caitlin was ready to explode "Hell no!" She slammed her window shut with a loud slam, making small pieces of glass knock off from her window.

"Damn it Caitlin!" Davis hurried and picked up his Black IPhone with a white Otter Box that had a black outline of a bulldog. He quickly unlocked his phone and called Caitlin, muttering under his breath "pick up, pick up, pick up!"

Caitlin's crimson red IPhone with a black Otter Box with a white cross outlined on it began to ring. She looked and picture of Davis around her shoulder. All she did was roll her eyes and pressed ignore.

When Davis heard her voice he was excited. "Hello-"

"Caitlin! You won't believe—"

"You got Caitlin Dominic's voicemail, leave a message after beep." After that it ended with a five second beep.

"Damn it Caitlin! Pick up the phone! I need to talk now!" He screamed with frustration. He hung up the phone and chucked at hid bed with anger.

After Caitlin cleaned up the glass pieces and changed into a red night gown with black lace, she went to bed. She clapped her hands two times and the lights automatically turned off.

Davis finally gave up hope and changed into a plane white shirt and black sleep pants and stayed up over half the night with only one though in his head. What the hell happened…?

The next day, Caitlin was enjoying her summer vacation. After she changed herself into a pair of black shorts, a red shirt with white Japanese letters that read "heart of black" above a black dragon coiled around a heart that looked like it was oozing blood, and the combat boots she wore yesterday.

"Caitlin! Caitlin!"

Oh not again… Her guess was right as she turned around to see Davis. She turned around and placed her hand to his face. "I don't want to hear it!" She snapped.

"But wait no, Caitlin!" He stammered, still wearing the shirt he slept in but with a pair of black jeans on. He held tight to two pieces of papers in his hand. "Look at this!"

Caitlin lowered her hand and glared at him. "I don't care! I don't want to go to the graveyard! I don't want to even talk to you until you fix my window!"

"But—"

"Caitlin!"

The two looked over and saw a blond haired women in her mid-forty's with bright blue eyes and a pink morning dress, stepping out of Caitlin's house.

"Yes mom?" Answered Caitlin with a curious face and tone.

"You two might want to see this." She returned to the house to show them.

The eighteen-year old boy and nineteen-year old girl look at each other and shrugged. Caitlin allowed Davis in and the two, along with Caitlin's mom, surrounded the T.V.

There was a news woman reporting on something that happened in the graveyard. "Yes, a death of a soon to be freshman in high school, Kathy Williams, died of loss of blood."

"Whoa…" Davis's eyes widened.

"Paramedics still do not know why or how this is possible. We have an eye witness that may be able to answer some questions." The young woman turned to a young boy who looked like fifteen. "Excuse me sir, can you tell us what happened?"

The boy was scared, with eyes starring through everything. He was sitting down in a chair with a blanket around him and his arms around himself. "T…The….They…They to…took her…" he stammered in a whisper.

Apparently the dad of the son came into picture as an old man pushed away the camera saying "okay, that's enough!"

"Wow…that's creepy…"

Davis ignored Caitlin's comment and grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet and out the door.

Mrs. Dominic was left there with a dumbfounded look.

Davis dragged Caitlin to the graveyard where police, paramedics, and worried family's.

The mayor of the town, Vlad Dominic, tried to calm down the people. "Calm down towns people! Trust me, we will find the murder of this and put him behind bars!" Like that, the town's people scattered, leaving only a set of crying mothers along with the victim's father, a pissed off dad, a traumatized boy, two police, two private investigators, three paramedics, the mayor, and the two confused kids.

Caitlin looked at Davis. "Why did you bring me here?" She asked in a cracked voice. She was never good with death.

"Don't you get it?" He looked up at the sky, "Something is going on here, and you and me are going to find out what!"

Caitlin sighed, "If it will shut you up…fine…"

Mister Dominic saw the two; first he frowned and then hid it with a devilish smile and walked over to the two. "Hey, Cupcake." He said to Caitlin.

Davis chuckled a bit. But cleared his throat when Caitlin glared at him.

"Dad, I'm nineteen. It's embarrassing."

Vlad ignored his daughter's comment and looked at the medical vehicle that held the victim "You two need to get home. It's not safe…" he said while not taking his eyes off the car.

The two looked at each other.

Caitlin finally broke the silence "Dad what—"

Davis covered her mouth fast.

Vlad looked at the two with a slight glare.

"It's alright Mr. Dominic, we'll stay outta trouble." Said Davis ended with a fake laugh.

Caitlin finally bit his hand.

"OW!" Davis retrieved his hand and began to shake it.

Caitlin just glared at him.

"Caitlin, head home now…" He said while looking at the graveyard.

Caitlin was confused at first. "Yes sir…" She turned around and grabbed the collar of Davis's shirt and started walking. "Come on you idiot."

"Hey!"

Soon the two were out of the graveyard. Caitlin let go of his collar and started marching away.

Davis rubbed his neck where the collar had been choking him. He turned around in haste. "Caitlin wait!"

"No! Go away!"

"But what about tonight?" He yelled at her.

"If it'll shut you up, fine!"

Davis looked down and sighed. He looked at the paper he still had and it showed the picture of the blurred out figure. "Time to learn the truth…" He mumbled to himself

That night the two sneaked out of their homes through their windows and a fire escape ladder they rolled out.

Caitlin rolled her eyes "I feel like we're fourteen…" She wore her black combat boots, black jeans, a black dragon shirt that covered the entire shirt, and a black Beret that she hid all of her hair in except for her bangs that slipped out.

Davis rolled his eyes. "Whatever, let's go." Davis fixed his black baseball cap to make sure it stayed on tight. He wore plain black T-shirt, black jeans, and is old worn out sneakers. He took out his IPhone and began recording, not wanting to miss anything at all.

On the walk there Caitlin rolled her eyes. "You know if anyone sees that, we'll be in trouble."

Davis just kept staring forward. "Yeah, but I'm not doing this for anyone else. I need to know what's going on in this messed up town."

Caitlin just stared at him as she was lost in thought. I've never seen him this serious before. A flash of a boy around the age of seven having a close resemblance of Davis crying in a stream flashed in her head. Caitlin looked up at her childhood friend and looked down at the ground. I guess he has grown up since then…

Davis and Caitlin was remembering the same day, as he was walking he was remembering him and Caitlin as kids.

"Davis, be careful!" Shouted the young version of Caitlin at the age of eight. She still had her paralyzing bright blue eyes. But her hair was bleach blond instead of having red tips and she wore a bright red jumper with sandals.

"Then com'on!" Shouted Davis at the age of seven, who was on a rock in the middle of a stream. He wore a pair of black jeans and navy blue shirt with a pair of old sneakers. "If you're so worried, come and help me out!" He held a fist tight in the air. "We're gonna go find that ghosty and knock it back to wherever it came from!" He demonstrated as he kicked the air. But the rock was slippery and as his foot went into the air he slipped and fell into the stream.

Caitlin just shook her head. "Way to go…"

Davis just stuck his tongue at her.

Davis's thoughts were broken when a feeling of being watched washed over him. He looked back and saw Caitlin staring at him. "Yo Cate, you all right?"

Caitlin shook her head trying to snap out of her daze. "Yeah…fine…"

"Good, cause we're here."

She looked up and saw the entrance of the graveyard. Two eerie gargoyles were on each side of the metal gate that was aged dramatically. The long metal poles held up a metal sign that read 'Lilith's Grave'.

A chill ran down both the children spine. Davis quickly shook it away and began walking past the gate.

Caitlin was having second thoughts. But not wanting to here Davis's teasing voice she slowly started to walk forward.

Davis noticed her distress and quickly took her hand and led her to the middle of the graveyard.

Caitlin blushed lightly as she looked at the back of his head, trying to comprehend whether or not to push him away and run or, knowing he would not hurt her, allow it.

They walked past the yellow caution and police tape and finally they were in the middle of the graveyard. There was a giant stone statue of a gorgeous woman in a robe. She wore sandals and had long nails, both feet and hands. She had an hour glass body and flowing hair that ended at her back. Below the statue was a template that read 'Lilith's Grave' in big letters and below were smaller descriptions, which looked like they were carved with a knife, which read "The ghost shall protect the village from this Hell demon".

Davis finally let go of Caitlin's hand and making sure he kept a firm hand on his phone that was still recording, breaking the videos in parts every time it reached its limits.

"Alright…" With that said he turned to Caitlin. "Caitlin, you have that video editing app right?"

Caitlin nodded her head. "Yeah, I got it so that I could make our Jr. High remembrance video."

"Doesn't it have heat vision?"

Caitlin cocked a brow. "What so that you can capture the ghost?" she teased.

Davis rolled his eyes. "Look, this thing messed up my laptop, made our electricity freak out, and frankly scared the piss outta me. So just lay off, will ya?"

Caitlin was shocked by his outburst. "Whoa…you really are serious about this…"

Davis looked down. "Yeah…Whatever…."

Caitlin did as Davis instructed and went to the app that had a heat vision. She looked through it and saw nothing but different shades of blue. To make sure it worked she pointed it at Davis. The camera now had a figure of Davis as red blob with an orange and yellow mixture glow from him. "It works."

Davis smiled. "Great. And sorry about snapping, I'm just really freaked out."

"It's cool" Caitlin smiled.

They sat at the foot of the statue of Lilith and recorded all of the nothingness that was going on. It was not long until the eeriness of the graveyard got to the two teens as they both became uneasy. Caitlin's hand unknowingly started to move towards Davis's. Once she felt his warm skin she jumped and spooked herself and Davis.

Davis looked at her confused. When he saw her blushing, he quickly reached for her hand and held it with a smile.

Caitlin blushed a deep crimson red as she stared at their hands intertwined and then looked at him.

"Aww, how cute."

The two jumped and looked over and saw a boy in his seventeen's with white hair tinged with blond tips. He wore a brown leather coat and a blood red shirt with a bat design and black jeans. He was incredibly handsome with slight devilish look in his green eyes. He had a pair of leather boots. "You know you kids aren't suppose to be out here." His voice was smooth as crystal.

Davis cocked a brow. "Kids? You look like the same age as us."

Caitlin took her hand back just to back slap Davis on the head. "Shut up you idiot!" Caitlin locked up her phone and stood up and looked at the stranger and lowered her head apologetically. "I'm sorry about him. He's just an idiot."

The guy smiled and chuckled. He walked towards the girl. He was about the same height as Davis. He slowly got down on one knee. "It is alright. My name is Drake." He took the confused girl hand, kissed it, and looked up. "And you are?"

Caitlin blushed brightly as she looked into the mystery guy's eyes. "M, my name is Caitlin."

"And I'm Davis." Davis butted in, getting angry at the flirt, locking his phone as well.

Drake looked at him and chuckled, he looked back into Caitlin's eyes. He slowly started to make small kisses on her hand, moving up towards her body slowly.

Davis looked at him scoffed. He looked away from the scene waiting for him to stop.

Caitlin was speechless as Drake reached her face and leaned in close to her. "My, you are pretty. And it does get lonely around here by yourself." He said as he removed her hat, letting all her hair flow out.

"Huh?"

Drake slowly came in closer to her face and tilted her head up. Caitlin was in some sort of trance and couldn't move. She felt somewhat drawn to him and she honestly didn't want to move. She closed her eyes waiting for the stranger to press his lips against hers.

Davis finally looked back and saw the two. Without thinking he shoved himself between the two and pushed Drake away. If like breaking the trance, Caitlin began to fall.

Davis, acting quickly, caught her before she fell on his shoulder. "Caitlin, you okay?"

Caitlin groaned and shook her head. "Wh…What happened?"

Anger flared inside Drake. "You're going to pay for that." With no warning, the mystery man started to change. His eyes became a crystal green, so light you could barely tell that he wasn't blind. Fangs started to sprout from his mouth as his nails grew lightly longer. He looked back up at the two with an evil grin. "In blood I mean."

Both of them were terrified. "What the hell is that?" shrilled Caitlin as she hid behind Davis.

Davis hesitated. They both started to walk back. He quickly took Caitlin's phone and as fast as he could he unlocked it, knowing the passcode, went to the app that had the heat vision camera, and shakily took a picture of Drake. It was blurred but it was obvious that he had no heat signature, only a lighter blue outline. Only one thought went through Davis's head. Vampire…

Drake walked closer to the two. With one miss step. Both Caitlin and Davis fell and hit the ground.

Caitlin acted like she didn't even notice the fall as she kept starring at the demon, human, vampire creature.

Drake smiled as he stood above the two. "So, who's first?" starring towards Caitlin.

Davis looked at the creature then at Caitlin. He quickly covered Caitlin with his body, having his back against her and his arms around her holding him up. "Leave her alone you creep!"

Caitlin was shocked. But she was too terrified to do anything.

"Ah so I see we got a volunteer." Drake smiled. He picked Davis up with one hand by his shirt and lifted him up off the ground. "At least you're more of a man than the boy last night." He made a small evil laugh. "His face was just too priceless to give up so I let the poor sap live." He shrugged with a sly smile on his lips. "Kid's probably traumatized after what I did to that girl."

Davis glared at him. A flash of Kathy from the graveyard, being put in the paramedics van in his head. "So you were the one that did that?"

Drake smiled "Can't say I didn't. Believe it or not I never lie. I say it's barbaric to lie, when if you don't like something you can just kill it. Hiding behind lies is for the weak."

"You bastard!" Davis quickly hocked a loogie in the creatures face, right under his eye.

Drake scowled. "Let's get this over with then." He quickly lowered Davis towards him.

Caitlin finally snapped out of her traumatized state and ran up to Drake. She grabbed hold of his hand trying to pry it off of Davis. "Let go of him!"

Drake glared at the girl. He exchanged Davis to his left hand and back slapped Caitlin's face.

Caitlin crumbled in a heap with aloud shriek and held her cheek.

He smiled a devilish and evil smile, staring towards Davis who was filled with both rage and fear. "Stay right there, Babe. Not too much longer it'll be your turn." He opened his mouth, showing his two sets of fangs and the spit glistening off of them. He lowered Davis to his mouth once more and began to pinch through his skin.

Davis's rage was replaced by more fear. "Someone get this freak off me!" He couldn't help but scream.

With a quick slash literally through Davis the freak of both living and dead flew back.

"Dracula Junior!"

All three looked up and saw a woman in her eighteens wearing a light black old time dress with a poufy sleeves and the bottom of the dress also puffed out. The dress ended above her knees where a black pair of boots started. The top of her dress showed much cleavage and gripped her tight. The only thing that would distract you from staring would be the wooden cross necklace. She wore a hat that you would usually see detectives wear but black have a skull upon it. She had long black silk gloves that ended at her elbow. She had snowy white hair and bright blue eyes that were nearly blinding. Many dark purple skulls and crosses outlines were designed into her dress. She held tight to a long black scythe that ended at her feet, that was glowing an eerie dark black.

"Ah, Anastasia," Smiled Drake with calm cool look "I was wondering when you were coming out to play. And what did I tell you before? It's Drake." He said somewhat teasingly.

She lowered her glare at the creature. "You may have escaped my wrath before. But I am not one to give up." She looked at the other two and narrowed her sight at the terrified Davis "I thought I told you to leave me alone." Her voice was pearly white and smooth as silk. It was even more seductive than Drake's.

Davis made a hard gulp. But somewhere in his mind he kept saying: I knew it… I knew it… I knew it…

The one called Anastasia pointed her weapon at Drake, or now called Dracula Jr.

Drake rolled his eyes, acting like this was a game. "Remind me Anastasia: How much older are you then me? A hundred? Two hundred? Ah we've been fighting for so long who can tell. All I know is that you're older. And what can I say? I love older women." He smiled.

Anastasia glared at him. She charged at him, only thinking of slicing, forgetting about the other two.

With one flawless and clean jump he dodged the scythe and landed on the head of the stone statue. "I'm surprised that my Master use to look this fine." He looked at Davis in a joking spirit "Tell me boy, you have to admit that she is quiet fetching."

Davis stood up and glared at him, grinding his teeth together.

Drake shrugged.

Anastasia charged at him once again. She too jumped onto the statue and again tried to slice him.

Both Davis and Caitlin, now on her feet, watched in awe as she attacked and he gracefully and teasingly dodges.

"It's true…"

Davis looked at Caitlin, whose eyes were glued to the fight.

"The rumor…the myth…the legend…whatever it is…it's true…." She looked over at Davis. "Davis, I'm sorry I ever doubted you." She looked back up at the two.

Davis walked over to her. When he placed his hand on her shoulder, she jumped. When Caitlin saw that it was him she quickly embraced him a hug. Davis was first shocked, seeing the Caitlin hate's hugs. But soon he relaxed and returned it, having his arms around her protectively.

"Thank you…" She whispered.

Yet again, another new experience for Davis. But this time he didn't show his shock. Instead he said: "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you." He looked back up at the two fighting and saw that the girl in old fashioned clothes was running low on energy.

Drake laughed at the more than pissed off girl, while resting one leg on the statue's folded arm as he rested the other on the its chest. "Come on, you keep talking about how you're going to seek vengeance for what my old man did to your love. But you can't even handle the chip off the old block?"

Anastasia was getting more and more angry as she rested on the ground.

"You know there's something I never understood. You're dead. But you get tired and worn out like the living? Must be why your husband killed you so easily." He teased, trying to get her madder.

Anastasia eyes widened.

Drake cocked up his head mockingly "Must not like worn out things."

Anastasia snapped and screamed as she charged towards the creature.

With one final leap, Drake dodged the scythe and, as if in a magician act, vanished in the night sky. He appeared once more from behind the two holding each other. "See you two soon." He whispered before disappearing once again into the night.

Both their eyes widened and a chill ran down their spine.

Anastasia sighed in failure. She looked up and glared at Caitlin and Davis.

Davis gulped and placed a hand on Caitlin's head defensively. "We're in some deep shit huh?"

Anastasia nodded her head slowly, keeping a firm glare on him.