Chapter 2

It's been about 2 days and there's no sign of Lena. Not a trace.

I've been really upset about her disappearance, but not as upset as I was the first day she was gone. It was too strange to comprehend, how someone could disappear so fast.

It was Wednesday night, and I was home alone watching TV in my bedroom. It was raining outside, and I always felt more comfortable when it was raining. When I turned off the TV, I started making my way to the other side of my bedroom to close my blinds. Thunder crashed and lightning lit up everything in my room's shadow, and I saw a face outside my window, knocking to come in.

I clamped my hand around my mouth and couldn't scream. What was only a face turned into a whole silhouetted outline of a guy making his way through my window. I jumped up and dashed to hide behind my bed. It was so quiet, I could only hear my breathing and his footsteps. I didn't dare look around my bed to see him, I only knew he was in my room. He shut the window.

Oh, my gosh! I thought.

I peered over the bed and there he was. He was just standing there, looking at me. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I stood up and asked him, "What the hell..?!?! Who are you, why are you in my room, how did you unlock my window, can you get ou-" and he quickly darted towards me and covered my mouth with his hand. I couldn't breathe I was so freaked out.

"Shhh!!!!!!" he said as he told me to hide behind something. So I ran into my wardrobe, careless about him, and wondered, Why am I taking orders from some dude who decides to just waltz into my house and stand in the middle of my room like a big doofus?!?!

Well, at the moment I heard crazy scratching on my again closed window, I didn't care if he got hurt by whatever was obviously after him, or worse, us.

I was still in my wardrobe after hearing about 10 minutes of abnormal-sounding fighting when everything in my room fell silent. It was a really peaceful quiet.

Whoever he was told me it was okay to come out.

I stepped out of the wardrobe and we just looked at eachother.

"W-What the hell was that?!"

"I don't think I should tell you yet, but we've got a long road of those ahead of us."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, "US"??!"

"Calm down, and I'll explain this to you."

We sat down on my bed and he began to explain.

"I don't expect you to believe me when I explain this. So you'll just have to trust me. Anyway, I know where your friend Lena is.-"

"Where! Where! You better tell me where, or I'll… I'll… nevermind, go on…"

I flushed with embarrassment.

"So as I was saying, I know where she is. She was kidnapped. And like I said, just believe me when I tell you all of this. She was kidnapped by vampires. Not all vampires are bad, though, I'm a vampire and I do good things. And not all vampires are how you human people make them out to be, you know: constantly drinking blood from random people, having evil lairs, or stuff like that. First off, we only drink blood from people who give off bad vibes, like alcoholics, junkies, or people who lead bad lives. Second of all, we don't have evil lairs. We go wherever we want to, and lead almost the same lives as you humans do, except we have to move around a lot more because we're immortal, and humans might get suspicious to see us not age. If you have any questions, I'll be hanging around you a lot to protect you, so do ask."

Speechless. I was totally speechless…

"Erm… what did you say your name was again?"

"Oh, woops! Didn't introduce myself! Well, we don't have names, we go by numbers. I'm Seven. And you're Emily."

"Don't freak me out like that, you know… knowing everything."

I looked away when he looked at me.

"Well, I know your name because I was in you area looking for blood and your boyfriend's girlfriend, Jessie, gives of bad vibes. I was about to take her blood when she was in this house with Mike, but while waiting for the perfect moment to hit and run, Mike was talking about his sister, Emily, which I'm gathering is you."

"Yes, it's obviously me, and you already knew that."

I was really tired, but I knew that if I went to bed, I wouldn't fall asleep.

"I'm tired, Seven, so If you'll excuse me, I want to go to sleep."

I fake yawned to signal for him to go away and gave me an Oh, please look.

We laughed. Even through my nervousness and confusion, he did seem to comfort me.

He say good bye, opened up my window, and jumped off the ledge sprouting wings.

My eyes grew wide as I ran to the window to watch him fly away. What a crazy night that was.

He seems really nice.

Well, I better go off to bed before mom and dad get home. They'll be mad at me if I'm not up tomorrow and wide awake.

I still have some questions to ask, but I'll ask him them when he's "hanging around me".

And for some strange reason, I couldn't wait to see him again…