A loud clunk outside startles Amber out of a light sleep. She looks over to her window, it's dark and overcast. Her eyes turn to a nearby clock, only three AM.
"Nothing like loud noises when you're home alone."
She thinks while pushing away her sheets and stands up to stretch. Amber is barely five feet tall with shoulder length and brown hair. All she wore at the moment are some old pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt.
With her already delicate sleep destroyed and her imagination running rampant, she makes her way to her father's bedroom.
It takes flicking four out of six switches to turn on his lights, one of the others making his computer shut down while in an update screen.
Amber moves to the closet and sits down, searching around the floor of it. A long case sits under a leather jacket that she flips onto it's door, beginning to tap around the corners.
She finds a loose corner that she's pried off countless times before and lifts it off, a stubby shotgun inside of it. The screws that were supposed to hold it shut were near disintegrated by rust.
Amber takes the old gun and carefully holds it with both of her hands. She still had no idea if it was actually loaded or not.
She begins to tip toe towards the front patio door. "So far so clear."
The girl walks through the lawn in a pair of bunny slippers and carefully holds her finger away from the trigger, taking care not to point the barrel at her toes.
Her family's been away plenty of nights before, and any time an odd noise woke up her, that gun was her security blanket.
Another loud clunk snaps Amber out of her thoughts and towards the direction of her father's work shop. The only thing that blocks her is an untrimmed hedge.
She begins to walk along it's side, her slippers keeping her steps silent. While in her tense sneaking, the sound of wood falling on concrete startles her, making her almost consider putting the gun down before she gets hurt.
"Oh no. Now I'm never going to be able to sleep."
Amber cautiously creeps around the corner of the hedge, her mind running rampant.
"I'll just scare the animal away from the wood pile and be able to sleep no problem. Yeah."
So far the front of the shop was clear.
"Wait. What if it's a cougar? Do we have cougars here? Coyotes? Oh no. We have those! Please be cats. Please be cats!"
As she nearly works her self into a fright the normally cool mountain air turns cold.
"It's summer! Is it seriously about to snow?"
Amber pauses while considering going back for a jacket, but instead pushes on forward, making her way around the side of the shop towards a firewood stack.
Expecting a wild animal, the girl stares at something else entirely. A little teenage looking girl with long black hair, that wore a shin low Victorian styled dress.
While the girl paces around a window outside of the shop, Amber holds out one of her hands in a 'stop' motion.
"Hey! Kid! This is my dad's work shop! It's late, too! Get out of here!"
The Victorian girl turns around and stares at Amber. Her face is pale, but her skin is surprisingly smooth, especially for the chilly temperature. And her eyes. Her eyes are red.
This last detail visibly freaked Amber out and she aims her shotgun to the side of the teen.
The girl replies, "You can leave. It's late out. Go home and don't come back."
Her orders chill Amber to the bone, but she only shakes her head.
"Stop freaking me out!"
The girl begins to walk towards Amber who was only eight feet away. "I-I mean it! I think this thing's loaded!"
While Amber becomes more and more visibly frightened, the pale Victorian girl begins to smile.
Though, the farm girl's had enough. She aims the gun closer to the stranger, her hands beginning to shake.
"Last warning! Please!"
They were only five feet away now, Amber squeezes the trigger and tightly shuts her eyes.
The recoil felt like a punch to the bone itself while the blast left a ringing in her ear.
She opens her eyes to see that the girl was entirely gone.
"Oh my gosh. It's only a dream. Thank god."
Amber begins to turn around only to see that same girl just a few feet left of where they were.
"Okay, nope! Not a dream! Not a dream!"
She turns her torso and aims again, squeezing the trigger. All Amber hears is a click from the hammer before only having enough time to think,
"Why is my face in the grass?"
Pain rolls all over her body and a weight holds her against the ground. Even her hands were restrained.
"Why the fuck was that buckshot blessed? Are you with a church? Who the fuck blesses buckshot?"
Things quickly became less and less clear. All she knew is that girl is on her back and holding her hands together.
Amber stutters out a single word, "Ch-Church?"
The only response she gets after is a pricking sensation in the back of her neck, and then something sucking on it.
The whole experience was surreal. She figures the girl's lips were pressed against her neck and a tiny pain as shock instantly wore off. She's bleeding.
Amber's mind returns to racing. "Vampire? Vampire? Vampire? Is this a vampire? Am I going to die?"
She tries to struggle under the girl's grasp, only able to kick her legs and thrash about. But she's too strong. Someone who looked a few years younger than her shouldn't be able be this strong!
Amber begins to sweat as another sensation fills her, her strength slowly drains and is replaced with an unnatural euphoric energy.
Her heart beats rapidly during those minutes of struggle, it feels like it was being wrapped in a chain and yanked out of her mouth.
All Amber could do is silently pray. "God? Are you real? I don't actually hate you or anything, but can I not die please?"
The world went black as she finally passes out.