Well, this is my new story, and I hope people like it. Review.

Walking home, I teetered towards the edge of fear. I did not know why. I walked home at night every day, the fear I felt had no valid reason. My house is in view, and just as I start to relax and pick up the pace, blackness surrounds me.

I wake up to find myself somewhere I have never seen before, not even in dreams, and I usually had dreams that come true. Albeit, not the dreams of getting this one guy I had my eye on, but you know what I mean. Once, I dreamt someone got in an accident just outside my house during a wintry day. I woke up, and laughed. It was spring, and where I lived –California—it did not snow.

Nevertheless, low and behold, while visiting a friend in New York, a car accident occurred right in front of her house. Her house was completely different in structure from mine, so I took it as coincidence. The last time I had a dream come true was when I was walking home, and a person comes behind me, and with just his hands knocks me out cold.

I was scared. All my guy friends complimented me for my looks and physique. I never took it to heart, because I could never see what was so good about me. What if the man tried to rape me? I cannot even run, let alone fight. What would I do?

I heard footsteps, and my heartbeat skyrocketed. Even I could hear it, and I swear my hearing is closer deaf than hearing. I listen to way too much music.

The door opened with loud creaks, and in came a beautiful woman. I am no lesbo, but she was extremely beautiful. She walked gracefully, making the best models seem like cheap imitations; beauty-enhancing techniques on women like Angelina Jolie were made to look archaic; Gisele Bündchen's silky hair seems coarse. She was inhumanly beautiful. Maybe she would be the one to—

No, I will not even go there. If that is the case, I will pull hair, scratch, mess up her pretty little face so bad, she will look plain.

However, I could not do anything but look at her, as if awaiting some kind of fate that I yet had to understand, or yet to know.

What would I know? I am barely a graduating high schooler. I know nothing, not even what I want in life. Well, I do know one thing: I do not want to get raped, killed, or enslaved—those were all in my dream, except the rape part.

"I see you have woken up," she told me gently, but could not help but shiver. Her voice was nice too, but something in my head told me to fear her, something innate, something given to "the fittest," to survive.

"Yea, I'm still kind of sleepy," I told her daringly. I was scared witless, but my sarcasm and smart-mouthed remarks would stay with me past the day I die. This was as part of my genetic makeup as the irrational fear I felt prior to getting knocked out, and hearing her voice.

"Well, it's daylight time, so you should have slept for about seven hours. You have slept enough," she told me decisively. What? She dared to not see the comedy in my remark? Well…whatever. I was too scared to actively care that she did not get I was scared. Pretty people are like that. They figure they use their looks to get by on with life, and never trained to use a single nerve cell to figure out what six squared is. Which is thirty six. (Another reason my friends were just being nice to me. Pretty people know their pretty.)

"Well…" I said, trying to figure something else to say. "Well…I have to get to school. Summer school and everything," I told her. She didn't know anything about me. I just graduated. I still acted immaturely, and I was going to UCSD come September…

"You think you can lie to me?" she asked me, stepping closer, looking angry.

I kind of whimpered. I wanted my mommy. I wanted to take care of my sister, seven years younger than me, and always getting into trouble if your turn your back for a split second.

She smiled lazily, as if she's used to people acting like that. She must be a boss for a corporation or something…

"Come, we need something to eat." Well, now she was talking. I was starving. I had planned to eat when I got home, but I was knocked unconscious before I even came ten yards away from it.

"Right behind you," I told her, but she waited. Apparently, she was going to be right behind me. No matter. I was starving and did not let this bother me.

Walking to the door, she instructed me to go to the left. I obediently headed left, while my mind started to think turbulently.

On the one hand, I was very hungry. Considering I was on a diet, I had not eaten in about twenty-four hours if what she told me was true –that it was day time. While on the other hand, I had this primitive fear for the third time in a row, as if I should be going to the right— my rightful exit—not the left. I did not know what was making me think like that, but my unconscious mind is not very quiet. I am quiet instinctive, so I knew that while the fear felt irrational to my logical mind, in the part where it guessed correctly more than a couple times, my mind told my body to run. I decided that I would then instead talk to the gorgeous woman next to me, as if her voice would keep me in fear instead of the direction we were heading towards—slowly because I had just woken up, and she imitated my steps.

"So, what's for breakfast?" I ask, cheerily, as if I knew her for a few days, not minutes.

"Meat—rare. Just enough that the juices are still quiet delicious," she told me, and I could almost hear her mouth salivating. For a pretty woman, she certainly didn't act like she knew lady-like manners. No matter. I liked meat. Maybe if I asked it to be well-cooked, she would see to it.

"Uhmm…I don't really like rare cooked meat, I prefer it well cooked. Do you think you can prepare that for me instead?"

"Sure," she said, smiling. I could have sworn she was smiling as if what I said was an inside joke to her and her party—whomever they happened to be, since I heard no voice, except for ours.

I heard our voices, our steps, and our breathing. It was quickening, since we were going up some long, dark stairs. The lighting was old, as if the electricity was cut off from the house, so the kerosene lamps gave it an old feeling to it.

"Ready?" she asked me, as if caring for an answer enough, that she stopped.

Excuse me I was hungry. I was not about to say no, no matter how much the back of my mind told me to say it's okay, just let me go to summer school so I can tutor the brats that were too stupid to pay attention when school was mandatory.

"I guess, sure," I told her, still politely. Her smile grew even more, but it didn't include her eyes, which seemed too relaxed, dilated a little too much to allow that low amount of light in. She reminded me of pictures my friends and I check out when we search for dead people when we feel gory.

I felt a little scared once again. Still, I reminded myself, I was hungry, and every time I back out of something, worse things seem to happen.

She opened the heavy door with one hand, and I came upon another girl. She was crying, and wearing a red dress, as old as the building it seemed. She had make up running down her face due to her crying.

She ran to me, and grabbed me as if she was a family member and thought I was dead.

"Run, run!" she told me.

I give her a look as if she is crazy, but it did not matter, because she did not see it.

"Why?" I ask her, soothingly. Crazy people need to be talked to nicely.

"They are going to eat you!" she cried in hysterics. She kept repeating it over and over again, trying to pull me to go to the right, where I felt I should have gone all along. I noticed that there were a couple other gorgeous people there, and my jaw almost dropped. Despite feeling sorry for the girl, I did not mind looking around at all the males in the room.

The girl kept tugging, and annoyed, I told her politely, "they are going to eat breakfast right now, and I doubt they would have kept you alive if they intended to eat you, or me for that matter." While saying it, the girl's words still pierced me. I believed it momentarily—just momentarily, and fear gripped me tighter than yesterday even.

"No, they keep us alive!" she kept telling me, insisting to run with her by tugging wildly. "They need us alive to get our blood!" She was crying all over again, and this time, snot was coming from her nose.

Bloodsucker was the first word that came to mind. I tried not to believe it.

I am a sane, logical person. I am smart than most, control myself that most. It did not matter what I believed. Seeing everybody –about ten people not counting me and the girl, all looking slightly malnourished, they smiled without it reaching their eyes, and I realized that what this girl said was true.

They are vampires.

Well? Was it good? Should I continue?