Author's Note: This is my very first fanfiction! I hope you enjoy it! Please leave a comment/review to tell me if I should add on!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own My Babysitter's a Vampire
Prologue:
I'd never thought I'd be in this position, standing between the paranormal and the mortal. Here, I stand perfectly still. One wrong move and I could be in the fight of a lifetime, a fight that will end badly. It seems like everywhere I go, something crazy or supernatural has to follow. Why didn't I just stay home on that Friday night?
It was 7:00 p.m. on a Friday night when it all began. I was walking down the street to my house, coming back from a friend's house. I was a block away from home and I could easily walk back in about 3 minutes time.
I was about halfway back to my house when I had this strange suspicion that I was being followed. Considering the fact that I don't live in a neighborhood with crazy weirdos, I shrugged it off and kept on walking.
I should have trusted my instincts.
Out of nowhere, a man cut me off. He was so quick that I hadn't seen him coming, or else I would have started to sprint home. Being on the track team did seem to have its advantages. Who would have thought that!
This man had an arrogant smile to his face. He was a shadowy figure, a man that was shrouded in mystery. He was tall, wore a black coat, and was he ….… pale? He moved with great stride and grace, considering he was swift enough to cut me off. He eyed me and I saw his eyes sparkle. 'Who does this guy think he is anyway?'
"Can I help you?" I asked, very hesitant for I know better than to talk to strangers. His teeth seem to shine and were strangely pointed. "I…..need a snack. And I think I'll take this snack to go." Before I realized it, he grasped a hold of me and we were up in the sky. 'How did this happen? How did I get up here?' I wanted to scream, but the look on the man's face told me I'd better shut-up. Something told me that this guy always got what he wanted.
We descended to the ground in a matter of minutes. I didn't remember any of the flight. His grip was so tight, I almost passed-out. It's like he had super strength or something. When we landed, the mysterious man did not release me from his grip. He guided me to an abandoned warehouse.
'This cannot be good.' I'd feared. I sensed a bad situation was at its creation. He was truly intimidating.
As we entered the warehouse, there were other people just like him. They were all dressed in black and were especially pale. They greeted the man with great pleasure.
"Hey, Jesse!"
"Where have you been?"
"Ahhh, out for a bite I see."
I'd felt their intimidating stares staring deep into my soul. It was super creepy I may add.
"I didn't bite her." The man, apparently named Jesse, plainly stated. He released his hold on me. I had the desire to bolt, but I was surrounded. The group dressed in black were all around me. I was at the center, though I certainly did not want to be.
Jesse turned to look at me. "So…. Ali is it?" He gave me a captivating look, for he knew he was right. He smiled at me. "You don't know me, but I know you." After that comment, I'd snapped. I had to say something back. I'm not a girl who can always control her temper when something's wrong.
"Well from what I just gathered, you are a creepy stalker named Jesse who really needs a suntan." I growled. Jesse laughed with an evil grin on his face. "Oh, but I'm much more than that," He moved closer to me, his lips by my ear. "And so are you."
My heart stopped. My breath shortened. A guy from behind me took my hands and restricted them by putting them behind my back. 'Does everyone have wicked grips around here?'
Jesse's eyes sparkled. His smile was menacing. He tilted my neck. 'I have a bad feeling about this.' I'd thought, telling myself that this was all a dream even though I knew it wasn't.
I clenched my eyes shut. Jesse's fangs were injected into my flesh. The pain was unbearable, agony even. The guy who held me let go and shoved me down. I quickly caught myself, my face inches from the floor. I rolled onto my side, my body held tight in a curl.
The crowd was in anticipation.
"Go on Jesse!"
"Finish her off!"
She's an all-you-can-drink blood buffet!"
Jesse stopped all their chanting. "Calm down everyone. She's more useful than you think! This girl is the ticket to becoming all powerful!" He chanted, followed by the sound of cheering.
The next thing I felt was a dirty and disgusting shoe on top of me. Considering I was already on a mold infested floor and in extreme pain, that was the least of my worries. "Sweet dreams, chosen one." Jesse whispered in my ear. He maniacally laughed and joined in with the celebration of his friends.
At that moment, I blacked out. The pain overwhelmed me and my body couldn't take it. But, I hung on to every word of that last conversation. 'What does he mean by "chosen one"?'
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