Yippee! An all-new story! I wrote this because of a weird dream I had. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Scarlet Pools of Love

Chapter 1: One Fucked Up Dream Come True

The sight of the long dark corridor was terrifying. Lightning flashed outside the windows, casting out the darkness for an instant. It was during one flash that she caught sight of a tall dark figure standing at the other end of the corridor. A few seconds later, another flash lightning showed that the figure had closed half the distance between them. She tried to run, but was frozen to the spot. Her breath quickened as she tried to overcome her paralysis. Another flash of lightning revealed that the strange figure had disappeared. She breathed a sigh of relief for this knowledge. Suddenly, two arms wrapped around her from behind. She could feel a steady breath on her neck. His lips met her neck as he gently kissed her. Pain suddenly erupted from the spot where he had kissed her. She could feel the warm blood dribbling from the wound. And then…

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

Chelsea slammed her hand onto the off button. Sitting up in bed, she roughly rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The short sixteen-year-old dragged herself from the warm covers and walked over to her closet to figure out what to wear. Pulling out a deep red polo and a pair of dark blue jeans, she started to change into the cloths. All the while, her thoughts remained on the dream she had.

'Well, I guess I know not to eat garlic before bed anymore,' she thought bitterly to herself, recalling the nasty pizza she had eaten the night before. 'Honestly, who the hell puts that much garlic powder on anything?'

She went to the bathroom to perform her morning 'rituals'. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she frowned and grabbed her brush. After she managed to tame her long, wild, dark brown hair into a smooth, straight style, she walked upstairs to the kitchen. She grabbed a bowl, a spoon, her treasured Reese's puffs, and some milk. After the much deserved meal, she walked back downstairs to her room. Looking at the clock, she noticed that she only had a few minutes before the bus arrived. She slipped on her black and white Converse shoes, grabbed her black hoodie and purple backpack, and headed upstairs to wait for the bus. Soon, the bus stopped in front of her house. Stepping onto the bus, she immediately headed for the back seat, or as she liked to call it, her throne. She made herself comfortable in her reserved seat and stared out the window.

'Great, it's another cloudy day. I wonder if it's going to rain today too,' she recalled that the last three days had been rainy. Chelsea usually loved the rain, but four days would be too much.

The bus abruptly stopped at another house. A tall boy with black hair stepped onto the bus. Today, Will was wearing a pair of black jeans, a brown jacket, and a camouflage t-shirt. He sat down in the seat across the walkway from hers.

"Oh man, I'm so glad that it's finally Friday! Now, if only I didn't have to work all weekend long in that hell-hole they call a restaurant," Will said to her.

"Oh, by the way, thanks a lot for poisoning me last night. Geez, did you put every speck of garlic powder you had on that one pizza?" she asked him sarcastically.

"That was your pizza? I thought it was some other customer's pizza," he said nonchalantly.

"Why would you even put that much garlic powder on a pizza?" she asked.

"Since my mom won't let me quit, I've been trying to get myself fired," he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well, thanks to you, I had the most fucked up dream last night," she replied bitterly.

"Did it involve hot naked chicks diving into pools of nacho cheese? Because if it didn't then I don't want to hear about it," he told her. With that said, the rest of the trip to school went by without much conversation.

The morning passed by uneventfully. Chelsea slept through chemistry class, like she did everyday. The history teacher wouldn't shut up; otherwise she would probably sleep through that class too. Algebra was a nightmare, as usual. The only class that she actively participated in was English. Whoever said that high school was the most exciting years of your life was seriously on crack.

Lunch time came and she went through the lunch line. After the lunch ladies had piled her tray full of things that weren't completely considered edible, she sat by Will at their usual table. Will was currently shoveling the not-completely-edible goodies into his mouth.

"So, do you want to do something after school?" she asked Will.

"We can't. Remember, we have to help decorate for that stupid Halloween dance," Will replied between bites.

"We're not even going to the dance. So, how the hell did we get suckered into helping to decorate for it?" she asked.

"Rick threatened us within an inch of our lives," he told her. They had no idea how a guy like Rick ended up being their class president. The guy was seriously scary.

The classes after lunch were just as boring as the morning ones. Chelsea ended up sleeping through half of them. One was a study hall, so it was alright to sleep in that class. The other was Spanish, but she believed that she could lead a normal life without paying attention in Spanish class. The last two were drama and art. She actually tried to stay awake during these classes.

At three o'clock, the bell rang and the most of the students were free to do whatever they wanted to. Unfortunately, Chelsea and Will weren't among the lucky ones. They made their way to the gym, where they would endure about three to four hours of pure hell.

After several hours of the duo slaving away and getting yelled at, the gym was finally finished for the dance. They were relieved to finally get to go home. The sun had gone down an hour before. As they walked home, they joked about the idiots who they were forced to work with.

"I still can't believe Owen dropped the hammer right on Mindy's foot! Too bad, she was wearing sandals," Will joked about the school's notorious clown and bitch.

"I know! What about Jason falling off that ladder and landing right on top of Whitney. Now that was freakin' hilarious," She talked about the school's hottest boy and girl.

"Well, see you later," Will said to her as he went into his house. Chelsea still had several more blocks to walk before she got home. When she was only three blocks from her house, rain started pouring from the dark sky.

"Aww man! It couldn't wait until I'm inside!" she shouted at the sky. Chelsea made a mad dash down the street. She finally reached the front door, but found it locked. After banging on the door for several minutes, she remembered that her parents were at a party. "Damn! The one night they decide to go out and leave me alone!" She knew they always left the back door open. So she went around the house and the backyard fence and into the alley. There was a gate into the backyard there.

Just as she was about to open the gate, someone grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream, defend herself, and bolt out of his grip, but she was paralyzed to that position. Her frantic thoughts were interrupted by the feel of his lips on her neck and then the pain of two canines inserting themselves into her flesh. As she felt blood leaking from the wound, she remembered her dream from last night. Tears fell from her eyes as she wondered if she was going to get out of this alive.

This is my first time writing a vampire story on fanfic. So, please review and tell me if it's any good or not. I really hope you all enjoyed it.