I couldn't look behind me because it would kill me. Turning around itself wouldn't kill me, but I was sure he would. My heart began pounding out of my chest. I'm almost home, I'm almost there, was all I could think. Even though I told myself I would make it, I knew deep down I was no match for his speed. I pushed myself farther into the woods behind the old school. The dead trees towered over me watching as I fought for my life.

My skin had began to turn ice cold despite my frantic running due to the near freezing weather from the past week. The weather was one reason I always hated living here, it was always cold and never sunny. I had to ignore the pain in my body though or else he would win. I picked up my pace while gasping for the crisp air that my lungs lusted for.

Lust, that is how this whole mess began. I should of never looked his way. If I would have stayed to myself and never say hello I would not be in such agony right now. In fact, I would be the same girl I was a month ago. Images of my pass self flash through my head. I remember being shy and nervous around others, of course anyone could of seen that, but what wasn't so noticeable to the human eye was my blood. Within my blood was the scent to make creatures, nonexiestant to the average human, go mad. My first hint should of been when he walked across the hall just to avoid me, but of course I was just like any other human than; I had no idea that vampires were indeed real. If only I'd know sooner.

The day I met him was a day I would always remember, even if my life was about to end here in this dark and cold forest. It was December 1, 2008 right after second hour. I was on my way to American Literature when I noticed him standing next to my locker. As I approached him his face shot straight up and the smile that was there quickly faded. He face reminded me of my mother's when she learned my father had been murdered only four years ago. There was shock, fear, anger, and want. His face read all and more. Before I was able to blink he was facing the other way and already quickened his pace. I found it odd that he went the way he did because we shared the same third hour and it was the opposite way. He was beautiful, everyone knew that, but no one ever had the nerve to speak to him. He intimidated everyone with his grey moonlight eyes and fine skin. It was almost like seeing a porcelin doll, only this one was real. After an hour of my silly staring at the nape of his neck I made up my mind that today would be the day we finally spoke. When the bell rang to dismiss us I gathered my items swiftly and made my way over to what I now consider my biggest mistake.

"You're Jason Haton, right?"

He looked at me with his piercing eyes and I would have sworn right then and there that he made my heart stop.

"Depends. Who wants to know?"

His voice was just as I imagined, sleek and elegant, yet bold and strong. I wanted more, I had to have more.

"I would like to know. My name is -"

He cut me off mid sentence with a sleek smile. He made my heart stop again there.

"I know who you are. You're Abigail Haynes. Now, what can I do for you?"

What could he do for me? My head went crazy with ideas of what he truly meant by this. I told him he could join me for lunch. It wasn't until after I had asked did I realize what was being said.

It didn't seem to matter though because he smiled and asked where to? We went out the front doors of the school off to the right side were a 150 year old oak tree danced in the chill winter's wind. Under it we sat and ate a simple lunch, or at least I did. When I asked why he wasn't eating he said he was simply not hungry. However, now I know he was hungry, but not for food. We sat there in peace for the entire lunch hour talking about hobbies and interest we shared. He learned I was a writer, and I learned he was an artist. That was the fastest hour I'd ever experienced. I wanted it to stay there forever but, I knew that was impossible. As we walked back to the school he handed me a paper with his number and said I could call when I felt like it. By the time I reached the front doors of the school though, he was already turning the hall to his next class. During that hour I learned not only about what he liked, but that he was also incredibly fast even when he walked.

The rest of the day was a blur to me. All I could think about what him and the conversation we had shared. Finally after two years of looking at this beautiful boy I had finally took a stand for myself and talked to him. I was on cloud nine the rest of the day and nothing could ever bring me down. Or so I thought.