I groaned as my eyelids flickered open. As soon as I jumped out of bed, my face met the floor. Drinking twelve bottles of vodka last night certainly didn't help my reflexes. I snuggled into my new plush couch, (which I compelled out of the shop assistant), and flipped on the plasma screen television, (which I also compelled out of the shop assistant). The first thing that I see takes my breath away. The news reporter is standing in front of an arrangement of bodies, all drained of blood.

'Today, we have found a very terrible scene, right outside of the Mystic Falls Cemetery. Police officers are combing the area, searching for evidence of who would decide to commit a murder of thirty nine people. The bodies appear to have been drained of blood, with puncture wounds on the side of their necks. So far, we have found a footprint and a few fibres of a leather jacket. Both items of clothing are quite possibly from Armani. The shoe is a size nine. While police were circling the site from above, they found that the bodies formed a phrase which read: Hey Duck Girl.'

Pictures of my conversation with the stranger yesterday flood back into my mind. The very sexy stranger was wearing a leather jacket, and Armani boots. I pull on my converses and shrug on my jacket. This could only mean one thing. The very sexy stranger, as I so graciously put it, is a vampire. Time to track him down.

I step onto the porch and sigh as I see the rain bucketing down. Thanks Mother Nature. The very human thing to do right now is to bend down and pick up an umbrella. Unfortunately, I live in a very human world called Planet Earth and any actions deemed supernatural would not be easily overlooked. I dash across the front yard and onto the main road. While I would love to use my vampire abilities and reach the cemetery in little under fifteen seconds, the human thing to do would be to catch a tram. Huffing in frustration, I wait in the pouring rain for the tram to come and step on, dripping wet and find a seat. I glare at everyone on the tram and cover my face with my hood.

When I reach the cemetery, the tram has been emptied so I speed over to the trees to shelter from the deluge that is coming down from the sky. Not one second after I lean against a tree, two ice cold hands cover my eyes.

'Well pretty lady, guess who?'

Moving at the speed of light, I whip around and drag my attacker by the shoulder to a tree and dump him down. I withdraw my lips in a snarl when I see his smirk. The same one from yesterday. Why hello sexy stranger.

'Seriously, did you not get the hint or what?' I fume.
'Oh, I got it alright.'
'So… it would be great to explain why you snuck up on me there.'
'This happens to be a free country, you know.'
'Okay, I'm not going to even bother arguing. What's with the bodies? You couldn't have spent that much effort trying to get that message across.'
'Well, I did. And now you know my pretty little secret, what's your name?'
'Paddington Bear.' I spit and turn on my heel to leave.
'Oh, not so fast, pretty girl.'

He grabs my shoulder and spins me around to face him. My green orbs meet his ice blue ones and I am struck with that same electric current.
'I asked you your name.'
'Well you're not going to get it.'
'I could try harder.'
'Don't bother.'

I'm getting annoyed with this guy and I'm pretty pissed off by this point. I let my anger rip and slap him hard across the face. He feigns hurt.

'Ouch.' He says sarcastically.
'Go ouch yourself.' I retort. Leaving him confused, I whip him in the face with my ponytail and strut off. Haha. Scarlett – 1, Sexy Stranger – 0

The dry leaves crunched under my feet as I walked towards the bodies. Nudging a couple to make sure they were dead, I piled them all into a heap and doused the whole pile in kerosene. I lit the match, dropped it and watched the wonderful light show coming to life in front of me. Coming to life, bad pun there Scarlett. I sighed and watched the pile burn. As I did, I thought about this vampire, which happened to have occupied 90% of my thoughts. I hated him; I truly did, for not only killing thirty nine innocent people, but for not taking a hint. He must be at least fifty years old. To be quite frank, he hasn't learned anything much.

Annoyed, I took a bus back home and trudged back to the house. A lovely surprise waited for me at the door. I screamed and yielded my umbrella, then realised who it was. Damn it. Scarlett – 1, Sexy Stranger – 1.

I teasingly walk past him into my home, not inviting him in. I shake off my wet jacket and converses and microwave a bowl of popcorn.

'Are you going to invite me in or what?'
'Nope.'
'It's cold.'
'Never knew vampires could feel cold.'
'Fine then. It's wet.'
'And I should care because…?'
'Because the rain will ruin my good looks?'

He had me there. If this sexy stranger was going to be following me around everywhere, he may as well look good.

'Fine. Come in.'

He smiled and stepped inside. He shook his hair out like a wet dog and hung his leather jacket on the coatrack. Suddenly, I spied one of my primary school framed certificates hanging on the wall. I dashed to hide my name, but he was too fast.

'Well Scarlett, what a lovely home you have here.'
'That's great, now we're reciting Little Red Riding Hood. If you wanted to, you could have just asked. Not my forte.'
'Well, I'm just glad that I finally know your name. So now I know two things about you. Your name is Scarlett and you're afraid of ducks. Rightyo. I'm on a roll here.'
'Look, either shut up and watch the movie or leave.'
'What movie is it?'

'The Notebook.'
'Hmm, sad movie. You up for it?'

I rolled my eyes.

'Duh.'

One and a half hours later, my eyes were brimming with tears. I let out a small squeak and Mr Stranger turned towards me.

'What's up?'
'It's..s..s s…so sa..aa….d.' I sniffed.
'Oh, it's okay.' He says and tucks my head into the crook of his neck.

Okay, this just turned awkward. Well, I may as well make the most of the situation, so I stayed there.

'It's j..just s..s…so ssa..aaa..add when they d.d…d..d.i…..eee, tto…o..getth..er…'
'Shh, it's just a movie.'
'I know, but… it m..ma…ke…s.s…sss me cry wh..wh..ee..nnnn they d…iii…eee…'
'Look.' He tilts me to face him. 'It's just a story, a very sad one, but they will be together in heaven.'

I shrug and bury my nose in his shirt. He starts to stroke my hair.

'WHAT THE FLIPPING HELL?' I scream.
'WHAT!' He yells, defensive.
'JUST BECAUSE I'M SAD DOESN'T MEAN YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION AND MOLEST ME!'
'I'M NOT MOLESTING YOU!'
'Get. Out.'
'Fine, fine. Fine, I'll get out, away from your bipolar symptoms.'
'I'M NOT BIPOLAR!'
'SEEMS LIKE YOU ARE.'
'Just. Get. Out.' I snarl and point towards the door. I make it fly open and creak on its hinges.

'Woah, how did you do that?' He asks, amazed.
'Get. Out.'

Impatient, I shove him out the door and slam it in his face.

'My jacket?'

I scowl, open the door slightly and throw the jacket out after him. After a few seconds, I hear a little mutter that enrages me.

'Hmph, that Scarlett girl must be on PMS.'
'I DON'T HAVE PERIODS, IDIOT!'
'Idiot has a name. Otherwise known as Damon.'
'Well Damonic Idiot, get lost.'