He remembered the first day of 2nd grade like the first day of every other grade, except this first day engraved thousands of future nightmares into Chuck's mind, forever tainting the innocent image Chuck had of vampires.

Another human happened to be in his class that day, and Chuck only knew of this because she was devoured within seconds of stepping inside the classroom. Why did she choose to go to school without a costume or any effort to disguise herself, he did not know, but the outcome was horrible.

The little girl glanced at him briefly the moment she was inside the classroom, and although he tried to warn her, it was too late. His new teacher pounced on her with his fangs protruding outward and a glob of saliva spilling down around her. The other kids that had arrived screamed in blood lust and tried to grab hold of her, but the teacher expertly pinned the girl on the wall away from the crowd of kids and feasted. Chuck screamed too, a frightened and sickened scream. He spat on the ground just like the other vampires, and quickly moved away from the bony skeleton of the girl, her organs dripping like spagetti sauce being slurped by the teacher. Blood flooded the ground. He cried out as a bloody, tiny finger flew across the room and hit him in the chest, with his hands reflexively grasping the finger and clutching it towards his body.
"Lucky," yelled the other frustrated vampires as the teacher left no remains for them, each beginning to walk forward and surround Chuck.
"What are you waiting for?" asked his friend Bryce, though friend was a generous term considering Chuck had wanted nothing to do with another vampire, especially one of the populars. Chuck hesitated, then gulped and raised the finger towards his mouth. His parents had told him he had to do everything in his power to keep the vamps from suspecting he was human. With a shred of reluctance he chomped down.

She was beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, popular, deadly. He needed to get his priorities straight. Her soft, golden hair draped behind her, flowing and cascading in beautiful curls, while her sharp, ocean eyes flickered with a mysterious current that could suck you in if you stared too long. Her creamy, cold skin gave her the appearance of a goddess. A goddess who would kill him if she knew the truth. He studied her before, but in his defense it was because he thought he saw her stare at him across the lunchroom. If she knew his secret then he was in immediate danger, and with the help of Morgan, he found out everything about her. Her father was one of the head vampires around the area, and she was his beloved heiress to the family fortune. But the reason she was popular was not because of her father, but because of her grace. Unlike her best friend and sex goddess Carina, Sarah killed with elegance. Every few months there would be the Hunt, and although Chuck was forced to join, he made sure to be far away from any real danger of catching the poor animals, instead hanging behind and choosing to listen to Morgan rant about the lack of gathering games for fruit and vegetables. A few vampires made fun of them for being the absolute worst hunters in the world, but most chose to ignore them, and he was fine with that.

He remembered one of the hunts, a couple months ago, when Morgan and him were relaxing down by one of the secluded springs up in the mountains, shaded away from most of the vampires, and were talking about the chances of them getting laid. Morgan was doing the talking, Chuck listened. His worst nightmare was having sex with a vampire, since being in contact with one of them would give away any sort of disguise.

"Chuck, I don't get you man. You show no interest, and I mean no interest in any of these fine ladies that stare at you." Chuck tried to reply but Morgan cut him off.

"Now I know that you're going to come up with some explanation defending yourself, so I'm going to offer you the wisdom of the Morgan. Charles Irving Bartowski, I'm afraid of girls as much as the next guy, but you can not let your fears get in the way of your dreams, man. Go for it. Shoot for the stars, heck if you miss you'll still probably land on the moon. I said probably, don't hold me on it if you miss."

The fact of the matter was that Chuck had reason to fear any vampire, male or female. He couldn't explain that to Morgan, but he knew exactly why the female vampires were drawn to him despite his appearance. Though he looked like a vampire with his fake fangs and pale skin, there was some sort of predatory instinct, a signal, that drew the vamps to him, that was what his dad told him. They thought he was one of them, but the wiring in their bodies caused their eyes to focus on him for a little too long for comfort, especially when their blood lust peaked during the hunting season.

Earlier that night, he felt Carina's eyes on him seconds before the Hunt started. They gathered north of the village towards the mountainside, with everyone in town including the University students eager to begin hunting. Carina slept with every vampire that interested her, with no one refusing her advances. With their blood lust peaked, Chuck prayed to death that he wouldn't draw the attention of any of the females, especially Carina.

Morgan busied Chuck as they waited for the gong to stike by telling him about a vampire named Anna that he had become infatuated with, only her parents were old century vampires that believe in traditional methods of getting married and eating, with it being complicated since he was a vegan. Chuck was about to give his opinion on the matter when someone to his left approached.

"Hey guys" said the devil herself.

Morgan's eyes widened."C-c-Carina, fancy you coming here. Are you here to see me? I mean like we've never spoken to each other before but..."

"I'm sorry what was your name again?" she said, staring intently at Chuck.

"My name? Of course you wanted to know my name, which is..."

"Not you, your friend here," Carina smirked, eyeing Chuck while licking her bright red lips.

Chuck stared into her sky blue eyes, though they turned a light shade of red, hinting her sexual desire. He panicked, glancing around for any sort of help. Morgan backed away from both of them as Carina closed the gap between them. He gulped when she leaned forward, angling her chest towards him and grasping his arms with her cold, steely hands. Her nails turned to claws, which would be very very very bad if they contacted his skin and drew blood. She pressed her body against him, tilting her head and licking her lips, which looked the same shade of red as her eyes.

Smiling, she grasped his head and pushed it towards the left, bearing his delicate neck to her.

"What's the matter?" she whispered in his ear while Chuck twitched, trying to hide the goosebumps that appeared on his arms.

"Carina!" yelled someone from within the crowd.

"What?" she snarled, still grasping his arms and squeezing tightly.

Sarah appeared, glancing at both of them, then stopping in her tracks. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, her eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"The hunts beginning, we need to leave now."

Carina sighed, and let go of his arms. He breathed a sigh of relief, until she suddenly lowered her mouth and licked a slow, sensual dance across the veins of his neck. His eyes and mouth widened, and he fought every ounce of his body from shivering. She paused, smiled, stood straight, then raised her eyebrows as she licked her lips.

"I don't know what it is about you Chuck, but you taste...different." Chuck gulped.

The gong hit, and the vampires rushed into the mountains. Sarah had already left so Carina hurried to catch up. As she disappeared into the crowd, Chuck thought he was home free, except her eyes still glared at him. Dark, red eyes.