Authour's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait (wow, so much time already, huh?) I was trying to figure out this chapter...didn't want to make it sound ridiculous. I hope you like this chapter, this is where things are supposed to pick up and get a little more interesting for all you awesome readers.

*SORRY, I HAD TO CHANGE A BIT FROM THE CHAPTER 'CAUSE IT WAS BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION SOMETHING WASN'T ACCURATE! Extreme apologies to everyone, all you readers, I made a boo-boo on my facts :( I thought the house Ed was turned at and Jerry's house were the same place, but here's my reasoning as to why:

1) The house is abandoned in the movie, so I assumed it was Jerry's house since he lives in one

2) The back entrances look the same to me (dude, the houses look very similar, I thought the glass door could have been replaced by an actual door, assuming it was Jerry's house)

3) I don't have anymore reasoning than that, so now's your chance to say "I told you so!" and I'll say, very nicely, "Shut up, it was a mistake!"

**And YES, there is significance with the cross in this chapter, but I won't give you the reason. That's for you to follow up on by READING THIS STORY! ;)

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I hung to the ceiling like I was fucking Spiderman. The mass of hot, sweaty bodies all dancing on the club dancefloor like a bunch of sardines were below me-but I was not interested in that. I wanted something else. I leapt down gracefully from the ceiling onto the dancefloor, the crowd barely even noticing that I had just "magically" appeared from out of nowhere to be part of the excitement. My eyes darted around to see where my little angel and her boyfriend went, since all the peoples' scents were mixing and mingling together and pretty much making it all that much more difficult to pinpoint any specific person. Don't get me wrong; I could get anyone in this room to be my next meal...wait, who was I? I did not wear a dog tag, I did not hang from ceilings. I didn't even have great eyesight or even a decent sense of I felt...powerful. Like I could take anything I want at any time with no one to get in my way.

I had no time to ponder the peculiarity of this, as it was like I was in the backseat tied and gagged in someone's car and just watching what the driver was doing. My head turned when I heard cries of distress come from the people I was looking for when a large crowd of party-goers had started stampeding for the free money that was being thrown by the DJ in the loud, obnoxious nightclub. I stalked past the people who were stragglers for the money-throwing, closing in on the target I was really after...her blond hair was the first thing I saw, then her white dress.

My viewpoint changed. I felt smaller; weaker than I had. All I saw was the swarm of bodies dancing the night away while I searched frantically for someone, feeling lost and terrified over the fact I was seperated from them. What was I going to do? I was being hunted by something that I never took seriously, and now it was literally survival of the fittest.

I felt someone behind me and I turned around. I was startled; it was the person who was hunting me...dark hair that was combed back; hungry, predatory eyes just watching for the moment to pounce when I most vulnerable. He gave me an unnerving smile that said I've got you now, but was in the same way luring and unfairly attractive when I said something about the person I was seperated from would find me.

"I'm counting on it," he said.

My scenery changed as soon as he said that, suddenly shifting into some kind of unrecognizable cavernous basement with some kind of a small house at the far side. The man I had been running from was silently standing before me, and I had the relief of knowing I was finally in my own body. I was smaller than the frightened person I was looking through; but I still felt terrified out of my mind when I saw him. I was standing at the base of an enormous mound of dirt that was loose and difficult to stand on. I looked up at him...

"Please," I felt my mouth move on its own,"Please...I don't..."

He gave me an amused smirk, eyeing me carefully, trapping his prey with good promises and shitty results.

"of course you want it...you were born for this, Jocelyn. That's why I chose you."

Fangs were showing in his mouth as he grinned broadly, taking a cautious step towards me. I felt unnaturally calm when I looked him straight in the eyes, suddenly pacified from all the horror I felt , believing what he said. Everything would be alright. Jerry was right. He knew everything there was needed to know, he had lived long enough. He understood my pain. He would protect me, treat me like I was important to him. I was precious. No one would touch me...

I snapped out of the lulled feelings when he had gently but firmly grabbed the back of my hair and started to pull me towards him.

"No," I blurted desperately, trying to pull myself away, "No, please."

He held on tighter, twisting my neck so it was exposed to him. His free hand stroked loose strands of my hair away from it, running his fingers lightly down to my collarbone and then wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Stop!" I gasped, struggling feebly against steel bars...wait...steel bars, like earlier, in the kitchen...

"It's too late, Jocelyn," he said smoothly.

He tilted his head back, taking a deep breath as if he were in ecstacy at the thought of whatever he was going to do. He came back down fast; his teeth flashed before me.

And the pain hit my neck like it was on fire.

I woke up with a start, my hand shooting up to my neck as I sat straight up in a barely lit room. The cut that was healing ached slightly, but the panicked feeling was fresher and more intense. I was breathing hard, sweaty and cold, and my eyes darted around the room wildly for a few seconds. What the hell was that? I couldn't be that crazy-I had no reason to be. Maybe it was because I decided to watch that psychological thriller with Zoey when I went out with her just hours ago, and I didn't realize how much it would affect me. Twilight sucked; why would I even dream about vampires in the first place? That was no Edward Cullen, dark brooding extroadinaire, extreme douchebag in the did that blond girl seem so familiar? And who's name did I recall in the dream?

The only thing that stood out most was the teeth that were flashed by that guy I was running from, and, of course, the searing pain in my neck. It felt like he was biting into my jugular for whatever reason...shit. It definitely was a crazy dream about a vampire. I tried not to think about it too much, swinging my feet off the bed and getting up to walk over to the mirror in my room. My hair looked a bit mussed; my messy bedsheets I could see off the reflection in the background; and my pajama shorts and loose tank top were a tad wrinkly. I looked over my arms and legs, then my chest. I was going to look up at my face, but I stopped at where I felt those teeth bite into me in my dream...

"Shit." I mouthed to the mirror.

I was pretty sure I'd paled in colour at what I saw, any normal person would. First the cut, and now this marking.

There was a bruise-coloured marking on my neck that looked like a bitemark...where I was bitten in my dream, on the side where the cut was from the Ouija board incident. I just gawked at it, it looked like an extreme hickey...but teeth marks?Are you kidding me? It wasn' that dark of a blue/purple, but it was noticeable nonetheless.

I padded to the bathroom, brushing my teeth furiously, taking a shower, and then making my way to Zoey's bathroom to find her makeup as soon as I had dried my hair and got dressed. Where was the crap she put on to make her skin look even? I pulled out a drawer, rummaging through her makeup bag to find what I was looking for. Nope, nope, nope...since when did she use bright orange lipstick? And orange eyeshadow? Nevermind...

"Find what you're looking for?"

I jumped at the sound of Zoey's voice, nearly dropping the makeup bag in my hands.

"Oh, hey Zoey...do you have any foundation or concealer?"

"Why?"

" 'Cuz."

"Why?"

"Because."

"What's that on your neck?"

"I dunno. It was there when I woke up."

"That's why you want it? You haven't been canoodling with any boys, have you?"

"Of course not, Zoey!" I exclaimed, "I just had a weird dream and I woke up with this...I guess."

"That must be some dream..are you expressing your inner sexual desires in your dreams?" she teased.

"This isn't the time to be Sigmund fucking Freud, Zoey. Besides, you shouldn't be talking; you felt someone touching you in the middle of the night."

I knew my sister was teasing me, but I just wasn't in the mood after such a bizarre dream and discovering a HUGE hickey/bitemark-looking thing on my neck. I got very little satisfaction from seeing Zoey blush furiously, and then reply with something very mature and adult-like: "Shut up."

I fumbled around with her makeup bag, continuing my search for the evasive cover I needed. My face burned furiously at the frustration; I should have paid more attention to the kinds of makeup my mother and sister applied to their skin when I was younger, but I had no interest in the stuff at the time, so I guess I missed out. I felt my sister watching me, but I made no move to look up and ask her for help, I was pretty peeved and disturbed. I mean, I could barely remember the dream now that I was awake, and the face of the guy who bit me was blurred and distorted in my memory, along with almost every other detail aside from being mistaken for a piece of food. And the pain. It felt so real!

"Here," Zoey said suddenly, grabbing the bag from my hands and taking a look through it, "Let me cover that for you. Mom'll be upset if she sees that."

Wow, one day left until Zoey went back to college. Mom said so at breakfast, and I felt lonely as soon as I heard those words leave her mouth. I wouldn't see my sister very often for months, and it depressed me. I sighed heavily, thinking about how much time alone I would be spending without my sister and my mother doing her extremely long shifts at the hospital as a doctor. We barely saw her enough as is, but she was picking up more twenty-four-hour shifts that would keep her out of the house and temporarily what felt like out of my life for a while. And this house gave me the biggest creeps of all times now. I constantly felt like I was being watched; I had passed out in the kitchen with no memory of how I got to my room; I thought someone had sniffed my hair when I was leaving my room; and I had this enormous hickey-coloured bitemark on my neck after that fucked up dream. And now it felt like I was being watched while I was sleeping, and someone was stroking my hair like I was some kind of pet to them in the middle of the night. It was becoming more apparent that something was wrong with this house, and Zoey, Mom and I were in the middle of the shit storm.

Anyway, Zoey was planning a "going away" party before she left for her and her friends, but it was going to be done on the night my mom was leaving for work..which meant lots of friends and possibly smashed and/or stoned idiots lying around all over the place just waiting to be scraped up off the floor with a shovel. Which also meant I would be cleaning the mess. Sigh. If only things could take care of themselves. I would have to lock my door, carry mace, and take every safety precaution so nothing would catch me by surprise, and be extremely vigilant about it. I was going to commit murder one if I caught anyone getting busy in any of the bedrooms.

I sat in the middle of the living room with Zoey, helping her decorate a large white banner for her party, while Mom was in her bedroom sleeping so she could function for her next shift. I was painting in large letters that spelt "GOOD LUCK" in some fancy calligraphy (but not too fancy), while Zoey was getting some glitter stuff to put around the borders of the letters. We had drawn in all the designs for the large banner in pencil, so it wasn't like we were going to make any mistakes on it.

"Hey, can you pass those sparkles?"

"Okay."

Zoey had sprinkled a little of the gold glitter into the paint on the banner while it was still pretty wet, but I liked the effect it made, and the border Zoey was going to do with the glue and glitter was going to make it look great. And yes, Zoey called glitter "sparkles" but I was used to it. Glitter was sparkly, so why not just call it "sparkles"? Says my sister, the very girlie girl that she was.

"Hey, Zoey...just wondering, but is anyone going to get drunk tonight? I don't wanna fend off a bunch of crazy college people."

Truth was, I was a bit uneasy with the party. Not because my mom was going to be absentminded of it, oh no. Zoey had thrown plenty of parties before and never had gotten in trouble for it (because she promised she wouldn't "allow" alcohol) with Mom over the years, since she had cleared out everyone who was smashed or high before our mother came home, or figured out that there were drunk people at the party. Funny how favourite broken vases found in the garbage tell a story, huh? Of course, I got in trouble, too. I hid in my room, and then I would come out after the party was done and clean up the mess the wild people had left. I was tired of having to clean up after my sister so often, but I guess that's how things get done around here.

Later, I was holed up in my room and waiting for the jungle downstairs to fall asleep. Maybe it was fun for my sister, but I needed to sleep. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open, they kept drooping so badly as I lied on my bed, blasting my own music to keep me awake. I was already tired from school, setting up for the party, and all the cleaning and homework I had to do. The heat outside wasn't helping, because as soon as I got into a cooler spot, I managed to feel more relaxed and very sleepy. It was only a little past midnight, but it felt like I hadn't slept for a long time. On top of that, ever since I had passed out in the kitchen, I had felt drained of energy. I pinched myself to stay awake. If I didn't get up soon, I would be out, and the mess that Zoey's parties usually resulted in would be Zoey's downfall, as well as mine when Mom came home.

I left the window in my room open as well; the breeze that had flown through the room was warm and relaxing, not exactly helping my trying to get up. My eyes had drifted close, and I fell into a light sleep.

My eyes opened quickly from a cool breeze that felt more like a breath touch below my ear, waking me from my slumber. I blinked groggily a couple times, sitting up. It was almost two in the morning, and the house was dead silent. I pulled my headphones out of my ears. I guess the party was over, the earliest ending to date for my sister. Reluctantly pulling myself off the bed, I brushed my teeth quickly and padded down the upstairs hallway and staircase to the main floor, where junk was littered everywhere. Beer bottles, the telltale red paper cups, crumbs, the whole nine yards. I sighed crankily. Of course, Zoey was passed out on the couch-curled within the arms of some random guy I didn't know-while the rest of the house seemed vacant. So I went to work, awake, but still having sleepiness at the edges of my eyes, and started to clean up. I had grabbed a garbage bag and began collecting cups and other rubbish and collateral damage that was everywhere throughout the house, not stopping to look out the window to see if there was crap outside. There probably was.

I had finished cleaning everything, pushing into the garage at the side of the house and dumped all the garbage into the bin-it had taken two bags, it was ridiculous-and made my way to the backyard to have some peace to myself. It was now at least four or four-thirty in the morning, maybe later, I didn't know. Frankly, I just wanted to go back to sleep. I wandered past the side door into the house and was met by some leftover clothing in the backyard...clothing? Seriously? If it wasn't the bedroom, it just had to be in the backyard. From what I could tell from my heavy lids, it looked like a t-shirt, maybe a pair of panties, and a wrapper that I already knew had just confessed the seemingly innocent sin that took place here.

I hope they get a rash from some plant behind the house for fornicating in the yard.

I knew it was immature to think that, but wouldn't you be disgusted if a pair of strangers had just fucked each other in the privacy of what was supposed to be a friendly, private, CLEAN, backyard that wasn't theirs? I found a net for our non-existent tiny pool leaning against the wall of the house, so I used it to pick up the shirt and undergarment, but I wasn't so lucky with the wrapper. Ugh...

I knew better than to put it in a trash can in the house, so I made my way back into the garage and disposed of it, and I thanked God that it was garbage day. I got rid of the clothes, too. I came back to the yard, spine tingling slightly, but I couldn't place the reason why. Behind the house seemed to close in on itself, feeling too suffocating and tight for me to bear, and I felt some need to get out of there. I didn't feel like I was in control of my movements, like my feet had suddenly had a mind of its own, wandering around with me balancing on them to God knows where. I was mentally outside of my own body, leaving it to do whatever it intended. Hell, I wasn't even aware enough to realize that I had meandered to the street and was walking down it...in my bare feet and the clothes I had fallen asleep in.

If I could honestly describe how I was feeling, the immediate picture I would have in mind would be a dog being dragged by its owner while on its leash. I briefly thought to go back to the house, but the tug on my metaphorical leash was way stronger than what my considerations were at the moment. I wanted to go somewhere, but I had no clue where, why, and what exactly I was going to do there. I just wanted to relax and take the backseat to whatever it was that was getting me to walk out of the house and onto streets that were more dangerous than drunk and stoned frat boys at Zoey's party.

I had barely even acknowledged I was approaching a house that was in pretty good shape on the outside, but looked like it was void of any inhabitants...and I was going in through the side into the backyard with the idea I wanted something from there. I found myself looking over two random lawn chairs, and a broken glass door that piqued my curiousity as to how and why it was broken from where I stood. I noticed the pool, too, the kind that would be waist-deep for most people and only used to take a quick dip in to beat the Vegas climate.

My heavy-lidded gaze was suddenly wide open, and I felt the urge to go near the pool, to touch the water. I moved slowly to it, crouching down at the edge to look at whatever I was searching for.

Look, Jocelyn. Look at the bottom.

My sight was settled at the bottom of the pool, but I knew I shouldn't see anything because of the darkness outside. But I did. I saw what looked like to be a cross with some gemstones in it...

Get it, darling. Get the cross for me.

I felt something like a faint sensation of a hand brush my arm gently, up to my shouder, and then to my back, between my shoulder blades. I sat now on the edge of the pool, dipping my feet into what felt like ice until up to my knees were submerged.

That's my girl.

What am I doing? I thought, but I felt like I wanted to satisfy whatever was making me do this, like it was important to me. I tensed, aware that I wasn't being rational at the moment. Was I cracking at something that I truly thought didn't bother me? Was it the lack of sleep?

Don't worry, said the imaginary urge, just do it.

I felt calm at what I thought I was hearing, but it felt like a haze was being put over my thoughts. Get the cross. Get in the pool and get the cross. I slipped into the pool gently, the cold water reaching up to my ribcage...if it weren't for what felt like a drunken stupor, I might have actually jumped out and ran into the house.

I hesitated. Was I completely out of my mind?

"Get it, Jocelyn. You want to please me, don't you?" A voice had breathed softly in my ear, barely audible to me, but the effect was the same.

"Yes," I murmured quietly. My eyelids were almost closed, almost out of comfort at the voice, but I felt too eerily relaxed to be rational in a pool.

I sank into the water, pushing myself downward to the floor, and felt around the bottom until my hand had enclosed over the object. So many pictures flashed through my head: a clueless, but amusing boy who had run through the house that was abandoned out of fear; of him jumping from the roof to land awkwardly and painfully on his foot; approaching him in the pool, watching him pull out the cross and hold onto it like a lifeline...biting into the boy, who pushed and shoved uselessly against my chest while my teeth were in his neck, finally going limp.

The images were so sudden I had accidentally swallowed water, and I shot up to the surface, coughing and gasping at the mistake I had made in making an involuntary sharp intake of breath. I clutched at the cross that I held in my hands, and I made my way out of the pool. My legs felt weak as I made a few steps away from the thing, collapsing onto my knees and dropping the religious object onto the grass.

I felt completely awake now, that was for sure. I was soaking wet, I was cold, and I was wondering what in Hell had convinced me to go into water and almost try to drown myself-

"You know, you look kind of cute when you're panicked."

Have I actually gone crazy?

My eyes pivoted to where the lawn chairs were, and I froze at the sight of what I saw. He was reclining unabashedly and comfortably in a lawn chair, assesing me with cool calmness.

"May I add that I'm grateful you got that cross for me?"

Holy SHIT. It was him. It was that fucking vampire from my dream!