Chapter 1 - Her name is Jocelyn
It was another ordinary day for Jocelyn. She had just got home from an exhausting day of work. As always, she took off her shoes and went straight to her bedroom. Once she walked into the room, she sat on her bed and let out a sigh. It had been a really long day. Just about this time, the wind started to howl and the window opened itself. Jocelyn got startled, but then, when the adrenaline rush was gone, she stood up and got to the window. Carefully, she looked outside. "There is nothing different there", she thought, "There's nothing going on", but just before she closed the window, her attention turned to the full Moon. That was something weird about the way it was hiding itself behind the clouds.
At this moment, she heard the floorboards creak. Quickly, she turned her body into the sound's direction. What she felt next was something that she never thought she would be able to feel. It was a mixture of feelings. She had seen a really pale and gorgeous man's face. He had such beautiful smile… Something about it was pushing her into his arms. But at the same time his dark eyes had an eerie glow, almost terrifying her. All of her senses were telling her to get out of there as soon as she could. "Get out and call the police. Get out", she kept telling herself. However, she seemed to be hypnotized, she no longer had control of her body.
When she got near enough to that wonderful, yet, frightful face, she realized she had no way out. The pale figure smiled as if through it he could say "I hope you're ready for this". Holding her tighter, taking her soft hair away with his left hand and keeping her against him with the other, he closed in for the bite. All of a sudden, Jocelyn felt like something sharp was penetrating her neck. Stills, she didn't feel any pain and, although her conscious was telling her to get away, she was ecstatic. A few minutes later she felt dizzy and started to fall down to her knees, "That is it", she stated, as the pale figure continued pushing his fangs against her.
The alarm clock rang. Jocelyn woke up and gasped in horror. She looked around the room. It was all the same. "What a terrible dream", she said aloud, more for her to believe that it all had been just a dream. She stood up and went to the bathroom. As she walked her hair fell a little to the side of her shoulder, and in her neck we could see two scars. They were too small and had almost disappeared. Nevertheless, it was still there, marked.