Chapter 4.
Annie stood outside her door with Steve breathing softly beside her. Annie's mind was racing. She wasn't sure whether to let him in or just say goodnight. She didn't want to be rude but she didn't want him to get the wrong idea either.
"Steve, I had a really great time tonight."
"Yeah, me too."
"Em...would you...."
"Annie I have to go I have business to attend to. I will call on you soon, alright?"
Annie felt her face glow red with the embarrassment. "Yeah sure." She didn't stand there, to watch Steve walk down her path with a smirk on his face. Instead she stormed into her house, slammed the door behind her, and ran to her bedroom, cursing herself for being so stupid. Why would Steve have wanted to come inside anyway? It wasn'tas ifhe liked her or anything. The only reason he even bothered to contact her was because he wanted to feel closer to Darren. But in truth, wasn't that the reason she hadn't slammed the door in his face the moment she saw him? She had always admired him as a child, but was really hurt when he didn't come to Darren's funeral. Later Steve's mother had explained to the family that Steve was feeling unwell and wouldn't have been able to face it. But Annie had resented it for a long time.
Steve walked to his apartment with a grin on his face. It was working; Annie wanted him, and now she would want him even more because she couldn't have him. He couldn't believe how well his plan was working. Soon he wouldcapture her and Darren would come to the rescue. Good old reliable Darren, always willing for a fight. When he reached his apartment he thought he saw a flash of light. A flash of light, as if from a camera. He would not have this. He stood still and listened- nothing, not even the sound of breathing. Then just as he was about to buzz himself inside he saw it again. There was no doubt this time; it was most definitely a camera. A few seconds later, a small man came out from behind a dustbin wearing a long black coat. Steve grabbed him by the neck and held him up high, above his head. "Open your coat," he snared. The man tremblingly opened it to revel a black reporters camera. "Right," Steve roared, "You think you have the right to take pictures of the innocent public do you?"
"Your not the innocent public," the man stuttered, "I've heard about you. You're a vampire." Steve through back his head and laughed. A laugh that can only be discribed as an evil cackle.
"No little man, I am not a vampire! I am, how ever, a vampaneze and now you are going to be my dinner!" The man just snorted, "A vampaneze! Sure!" Then Steve tightened his grip and the man began to cry. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he sobbed, "Please, I have a wife and two children."
"And you think I care?" Steve laughed, and with thathe sliced a hole in the reporters neck and drank for him until he was bone dry. Then he pulled a lighter out of his pocket, burned his corpse, and went inside.
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