NIGHT 2!

Be the person you want them to see. Be the person that they want to see. Follow these instructions. If you don't? YOU DIE.

Those instructions were written by me. Last night I was so shocked by the experience that I almost jumped out the window in my seventh-floor apartment. When I walked cautiously into my office, instead of seeing an empty desk chair there was a boy that looked at least a year older than me. His blood-red hair swept casually over his tanned forehead and his bright, yellow eyes pierced my soul. He smirked and bared sharp fangs.

The boy suddenly stood up from the squeaky desk chair and his aura turned sour. He leaped forward and opened his mouth to bite my frontal lobe. I, obviously shocked, screamed at the top of my lungs and started rambling out curses at the speed of light. "FUCKSHITASSBITCHMOTHERFUCKINJACKASSTRYINTABITEMAHBRAINIFANYBODYSTHERECOMESAVEMEHYAHBITCHYDUMBASS!" (That's actually 2 sentences with some mumbo jumbo fyi) Just then a golden blur passed my eyes and blocked the vicious boy's attack. "Woah, I didn't actually…" The blur came into focus. It transformed into a blond-haired boy with pure skin and very dark brown eyes. His hair was in soft, short waves and his pale face was splashed with freckles in all sorts of places. He was wearing a white undershirt with long sleeves and a sleeveless yellow tailcoat vest. His dark gray dress pants were slightly tucked into black boots. He wore a blue bowtie and a small blue top hat that sat stiffly on top of his head.

"What? You didn't actually think anybody would save you from certain death?" he questioned. I nodded thoroughly. "Well you were pretty wrong there, weren't you?" he joked. Just then, there was a banging coming from the kitchen. "Chica…" he said under his breath. "Huh?" I said, lost in my own thoughts. Then I realized. "C'mon, we have to hurry!" I begged. He grabbed my wrists, kissed my cheek and said, "stay here (Y/N), please. I'll be back soon, OK?" I started to cry. I didn't want to die here in this dirty office. "N-no! I don't wanna die!" I stuttered nervously. "Well too bad. I'll be back soon, I promise!" He let go of my wrists and ran down the hall, leaving me behind in my office.