My name is Laiken and my story starts two years ago, right before my 18th birthday.

I had been planning to go to Ireland the day after my birthday for a two-week stay. How was I supposed to know that I would end up moving there instead. It was all because of my hot, bloodsucking, psycho, ex-boyfriend, Adrian. When we first met, he was charming, handsome and everything you would want in a guy. Nothing really would put him out of the ordinary, except for maybe his love of nighttime.

I met Adrian at a nightclub, now do not jump to any conclusions, I do not drink or anything. The nightclub was my big brother's idea and I was his tag-along that night. My parents thought I needed to get out of the house and had him take me along with him. They thought all my brother did on the weekends was play cards with his buddies or something. They had no idea my brother idea of a good weekend, was not my idea or their idea of a good time.

Anyways, while my big bro went to dance and check out the hotties, he ditches me, in some booth alone, thinking,"What in the hell made my idiot brother think that this was a good time." When this tall, handsome, dark haired, beautiful blue-eyed guy walks over to my table and says "May I sit here?" pointing to an empty spot in the booth next to me. He looked to be around twenty-one and had on a blue dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants.

I just stared at him for a moment before answering, "Uhh...I don't th..." "Please?" he interrupts, looking all-sweet and stuff "You look lonely, darling." "Well, I'm not! I'm just waiting for my date to get back." I told him, totally flabbergasted. What made him think I was lonely! Was he psychic or something? Moreover, even he though was right about being lonely and even if he was nice to look at, I still needed to get rid of him. For all I knew he was nuts.

I sat there waiting for him to leave or at least do something like apologize. However, he didn't leave or apologize. He just looked around for a second, as if looking for my "date" then looks back down at me as if he knew I was lying. "Umm..." Adrian said as if he was making up his mind "Alright, I will just sit here until your date gets back."

You all know that my date was my brother, I was somewhat lonely, and here was this hot guy sitting right beside me. Moreover, I was bored out if my mind. What was I going to do, but talk to the guy? I turn to him about to say something, when, as if he could predict it, "My name is Adrian," he says, with a smile that for second astounded me, it was breathtaking. It was dazzlingly white and perfectly straight. I swear to this day that it was not Adrian I fell in love with, it was his smile. "Oh... my name is Laiken, I say to him after recovering from that breathtaking smile of his. "You have a very beautiful name. Then again, you would too have a beautiful name because you are a beauty of a girl." He says to me, still smiling.

Okay, I knew it was a line, but it happened to be the first time a guy had ever tried to use one on me. Most guys just keep their lines to themselves. It wasn't because I am bad to look at looking, with my auburn hair and dazzling green eyes, I can turn some heads, because I look like the girl next door. No, the reason why no guy had ever used a line on me was out on the dance floor shaking it with some hottie, who he would not remember about in the morning. However, my brother was nowhere near where I sat. So this hot sexy man sitting not but six inches away from me was safe.

It took me time to get over Adrian's beauty of a girl comment. I just sat dumbfounded for a moment or maybe it was a half an hour, who knows. However, I had to try one more time to get rid of Adrian. "My boyfriend is going to be here soon." Adrian just looked at me sincerely and said, "You do not have to lie.", and kissed me. Which like his smile took me breath away, again.

That is how I met Adrian. From after that kiss until the time my brother decided it was time to go home (which was sometime after 2:00 a.m.) we talk, joke and kissed a few more times. When it came to when I had to go I gave Adrian my number said for him to give me a call. I got a call from him an hour later asking if would go out with in two days.

After that first date, we were together and we were together for three weeks. I did not think it was strange though that every time, I saw Adrian it was nighttime. Or how easy it was to fall love him. He was nice to me, to my family, and my friends, but I guess that is what made what he did worst.

It was the night of my birthday and I had gone to bed early. When about midnight, I heard something downstairs, waking me up from my deep sleep. At first I thought it was just my brother, a cat, or something like that. Then I heard it again, followed by a scream, that had completely woke me up. "What 's going on?",I sat there in my bed thinking.

Deciding to go down stairs and see what was happening. I started going down the hall to the stairs and noticed that it was really quiet. Which was unusual at my house at night, because my brother snored, like a drunken sailor. That got me to thinking that maybe the sound came from my brother, he woke my parents and scared mom.

I started to believe that until I was half down the stairs and I heard voices. The first voice sounded familiar, but I could not recognize it from the stairwell. I walked down a few more steps and heard a second voice that sounded like my dad's deep voice. This one I could hear loud and clear. He was saying, "Why are you doing this?" with such fear in his voice. That who ever was down there was up to no good.

There I was standing in the stairwell with some psycho in my house. In the middle of the night. In a slightly risky pair of pajamas on.

Thinking needed something to defend myself with started looking around in the stairwell. I saw something in the hanging on the wall that had been for as long as I can remember. My Grandma's old crucifix, you know a cross. Although, this was a huge one. One that you could hit someone with and it would hurt. I grabbed the thing hoping that it would useful.

Continuing, down the stairs into the narrow hallway that ran thorough my darkened house. I followed the voices and noises that seemed to be coming from the great room. I was almost there and stopped. "What am I doing?" I thought. That is when I saw this dark stuff on the walls and floor leading down to the great room. "This is crazy..." I whisper under my breath. However, something was drawing me down the hall. I had to found out what was going on.

Just as I was about to enter the great room I heard the first voice again.. The voice was so familiar I knew who it was, Adrian.

I go into the great room to see him standing near my dad's favorite chair. "Adrian!" I exclaimed. When I saw that, his mouth was covered in blood. "Ah, I was just about to go up to see you, my dear." He said, after he had wiped the blood from his mouth. He smiled at me with his prize-winning grin, but this time he had two fangs. Again, I was at a lost for words. Only because I saw at his feet was my dad covered in blood.

"Are you a vampire? Recovering quickly, I questioned him "Why are you doing this?" He started chuckling and said, "Of course I am a vampire, are you that naive? Though how should, I answer your other question." "Uh...maybe you should just leave that one blank." I answered, as I started moving back and came to an abrupt halt. Could not go any farther, I had hit the wall. I was in trouble. "Why are so afraid of me? I am not going to hurt you, much." He said. Then he said the three words "I love you" I looked up at him thoroughly frightened and said, "You are a psycho!"

Ignoring my comment he started coming closer "So, my dear, Are you ready?" He asked. "I am I ready for what? I replied, "To be with me, of course. I could not have you worrying about your parents. Therefore, I did away with them. Now it will be just you and me." Huge red flag started waving in my head, "I need to something quick," I thought. I felt something heavy in my hand making me look down. Of course, the crucifix. I walked towards him the cross held out in front of me.

Whatever I did did not matter, because as soon as I met his eyes, we both paused. All, I could think about was that "I had trusted Adrian and he had lied to me. And he was going to pay" Suddenly, Adrian started to hold his head like it was on fire and started yelling, "Stop it! Stop it, now! I can't take it".

I had never seen him like that before. He started towards the front door. However, before he left, in classic villain style he said, "This is not over. I will have you and next time I will be prepared." He left. He was gone and I was alone.

I did what any smart person would do when he left. I called the police. However, I could not tell them everything, only that my boyfriend had killed my family. They talk to me repeatedly, until it finally kicked in and I started crying. My family was dead and I was alone. What was I going to do? Should I stay or should I go? Moreover, if I left where would I go?

My mind was quickly made a week, after I had buried my family. A note with a dozen blood-red roses had come for me. The note was from Adrian, it said that he would find me. He really is such a classic villain. I knew he would find me eventually, but if he did, it was not going to be here. So, instead of just visiting Ireland I decide moved there instead. As I started to get on the plane to Ireland I remember knowing that I was about to go into the next part of my life alone. Or so I thought.