First of all, let me clear up some things for you. I do not under any circumstances twitch. Okay? I do not twitch. Okay, now that we've got that straightened out, I'll start off saying that everything Spike said previously was accurate, but he hardly mentioned anything about him. So I guess I'll take the liberty in telling it for him.

Spike moved here with his dad in the end of eight grade. I never really met him until high school. His mom died when he was younger. He never really talks about her much, but he keeps a picture of her under his bed. His dad is the librarian at the high school. You probably know that already. Everyone calls him Giles although his first name is Rupert.

Anyways, that night I met Spike was the first time I ever went to a cemetery. And unfortunately it wasn't the last. You see, I've got this phobia for dead people. Ever since my cousin died when I was young, I always avoided the subject of death. So you c0uld probably tell that when Spike suggested we go there, I was less than happy. First of all I didn't even know the guy, second of all my mom would kill me if I was caught with someone of the opposite sex. But for some reason I agreed. I guess it was because I needed to prove myself to him. Now that a look back at everything, I still wonder why.

Let me just mention that while in the car going to the cemetery, the man we saw (Spike told you about him) was nowhere near as freaky as what we saw later that night. When we arrived at the cemetery in Spike's Desoto (he still has it) he led us to an old tomb of some guy named Silverstien. The mausoleum was gray granite and had fungus growing from one side. The door was locked so thankfully we didn't go in. We just sat there talking about perfectly random things when it happened. I couldn't help but notice the way Spike seemed so comfortable leaning on the tombstones. I asked him about it later and he told me that graves are calming. Apparently, he likes to sit on top of a grave and think about the old guy underneath him.

I tried that once and boy was it disconcerting. I kept thinking that if erosion occurred, the body in the grave could be two feet under me instead of six. Or maybe it was only inches below and if I stuck my hand in the dirt I would have felt ice cold fingers poking through the grass. The guy was probably all decomposed, his flesh eaten by the worms and his fluids soaked up by the plants. That led me to think that the blade of grass next to my ear could contain some hemoglobin that was in the dead guy. After that I avoided plants as much as I could.

So there we were in the cemetery talking about school and getting to know each other when we heard a noise. We ignored it at first but there seemed to be someone in the mausoleum. Spike just said it was an animal but it still scared me. Of course I didn't show it but he probably knew despite that so he held my hand anyway. Then there was a howl and that got me even more scared. But I didn't run. I don't know why but my legs seemed to have turned to jelly. It was when the thing came out of the crypt did Spike finally grab my hand and begin to run. We ran for god knows how long but we didn't look back. For all we knew it could have been a cat. But if we thought it was a cat at the time, boy were we wrong. Because that my friends, was a freshly sired vampire.

Now, you're probably thinking I'm crazy for saying that thing in the cemetery was a vampire, and I don't blame you. Even the idea at the time seemed absurd and if I hadn't been there I wouldn't have believed it for a second. But the ideas that vampires roamed in the dark made pretty good sense. I went to the library later that week to work on some unfinished homework when I some man reading the newspaper. The headline was SIXTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL MURDERED, ONLY EVIDENCE: TWO BITE MARKS ON RIGHT SIDE OF NECK. Now it doesn't take a brainiac to put two and two together, but after showing the article to Spike we both concluded that the girl was murdered by the vampire we say that day in the cemetery.