I stepped out on the damp porch and faded into the woods. I needed to get away from those people. The party had gotten out of hand a few hours ago and the atmosphere was becoming rather unpleasant. There were drunk teens as far as the eye could see and the guy I showed up with had disappeared with two girls about half an hour ago.

He said I was being a prude before staggering off to refresh his drink. Typical Nick. At this point I just wanted to go home and sleep off what little alcohol Nick managed to slip in my drink while he was trying to get me out there with him. I should've seen this coming. I knew something bad was going to happen at this party.

I slipped back through the gently rustling trees. My phone gave out a pathetic death cry as it signaled its failing battery. I quickly pulled it out and cursed. My parents had called several times and it was well after my curfew. I was so dead. I hit send on a lame excuse as to why I wasn't home just as the screen went black, shutting me out in the darkness.

Something moved behind me and I paused.

"Hello?" I called out.

The sound of movement started coming from multiple directions as I spun around to get a glimpse of what was out there. A pale cold hand slid beneath my shirt and made its way up my bare back as the other hand clamped over my mouth. I tried my hardest to fight and was rewarded with a sharp nip to the neck and my back crushed against the rough tree, scratching me.

I wiggled my head away from the hand enough to get out a scream which was then run over by a booming laugh.

"You should've seen your face!" Nick roared.

He let me go and I moved to stand in the dull light that was streaming through the upstairs windows.

"Nick!" I screamed "You little fuck! What the hell was that?"

His laughter died down and he whipped a tear of amusement from his eye.

"Calm down Katie it was a joke. I was playing with you."

"What, did those girls ditch you?"

"No they're still back there if you still wanna join." He said and wagged his brow.

"You're disgusting." I said and turned to go back to the house. I was ready to be in bed.

"You need to grow up Kathleen and learn that it's not all about you. The whole world isn't as patient as I am. You're going to find yourself in a much worse situation then this really soon."

"Go to hell." I called over my shoulder.

"Oh sweetheart, come back! I was kidding! Here let me ..." The sentence hung unfinished and a beat of silence passed over the blaring music from the house. I turned around expecting to see him smiling with some cheesy and sexual punch line, as was his style, but he was just standing there. Nick's head drooped, limp and dead, his eyes still open with the hint of mirth glazed over in the moon light.

Something is wrong.

"Nick?"

His body jolted then and was slowly lowered, revealing a different person. The man behind Nick was tall as he was with blond hair and bone white skin. There wasn't much I could make out in the poor light but a feeling of pure fear crept into me. Everything was telling me to run from this monster and my clearly dead friend in his arms.

I tripped back a step and the man dropped Nick's body. His neck was snapped and bloody from what looked like a bite. The man growled and moved into the light.

He was covered head to toe in blood, his teeth were tinted red, and a look of torment and hunger stained his beautiful face.

The scream hadn't even left my throat before the man gripped my shoulders and pushed me up against the tree just as Nick had done only minutes ago.

"What are you?" I stammered.

The man pressed his large body to mine and rested his head over my shoulder. He seemed to be shaking yet it was fairly hot tonight. He was muttering something under his breath and I couldn't understand what it was.

"Please." I whispered. "Please let me go."

The man shifted and my body became paralyzed as his lips brushed against the skin of my neck.

"At least tell me why." I begged.

The tears started to flow and I couldn't help my quivering body.

My reaction provoked something in the man. The crushing grip on my shoulders moved to hold the tree on either side of me. The tree shook and the bark under his hands crumbled. He muttered something again. It sounded like 'help.'

"What?" I couldn't hear

"I can't stop." He said ever so faintly.

"Run." He said louder this time.

I hesitated, trying to remember how to.

"RUN!" He roared and snapped his shark like teeth with a snarl.

My legs couldn't move fast enough as I ran into the house. I paused at the door and looked back. The man was gone, as was Nick's body, but the hand prints were still visible on the tree. The party was still going at full speed. No one had heard a thing over the music. No one knew what was coming.

Without thinking I pushed my way through the wall of sweaty bodies and up to the large sound system. The music stopped with a screech when I jerked the plug out. Everything stopped and everyone turned to glare at me.

"Everyone run!" I yelled. "There's something out there! It got Nick and its coming! We all need to get out of here!"

The silence continued while I waited for the information to sink in and people to start running. But no one did.

"Don't just stand there!" I said.

Silence.

"Damn this bitch must be drunk! Someone get her another drink!" Someone yelled.

"Nick must've been too much for her to handle on her first go!" Another voice projected.

The room burst into laughter and the music started to beat into my head once again along with fresh tears. People began to ignore me. I searched for one person to believe me but when my eyes locked with the golden haired monster in the back of the room, I knew it was over.

I quickly jumped from the coffee table I was standing on and made my way to the open door. People giggled and threw out comments about my current state of mind as I pushed passed.

I tried to save them. I thought. It's not my fault.

I looked back at the party and once again the man was there. He wasn't focused on me but rather, everyone. His eyes darted from body to body with the same look of unwanted hunger he'd given me.

He couldn't stop.

The moment the warm night air hit my face the front door slammed shut and I heard the lock slid home.

A particularly loud song began to stream into the yard and I stood there in the dark.

What had just happened? Was I drunk or maybe Nick had put more than just whiskey in my drink. The music hit its climax and that's when the screams started.

This was really happening.

I spun around and stood there horrified. Blood splattered the glass of the windows and the screams only got louder, fighting for dominance over the music. I turned and ran to my car. Fishing for the keys the whole way there I jammed them in the door as fast as I could. I flung open the door and threw myself in. I was about to start the ignition when the music stopped and the screaming had vanished along with it. Was it over?

I started the car and looked back at the house, the only one for at least a mile. The front door was open.

My heart froze. That thing was out here.

I put the car in reverse and lurched the car into motion. Once on the main road I drove slowly at first. It was unnervingly quiet and still. The wind had stopped blowing and the heat was becoming unbearable.

As I neared the house to reach the back road a single shriek of terror sounded from the house.

Instinctively I slammed the breaks. There was still someone alive in there. I could save them. It would be the right thing to do. I would want someone to do the same for me. And even if there wasn't anyone to save anymore, that thing had let me live. Maybe I could talk him out of his killing spree. And some part of me just wanted the thrill of the danger of this current situation. There was something compelling pulling me to it. After all, like Nick said, it wasn't all about me.

After a moment more of deliberation I placed both my black Steve Madden boots firmly on the slick road and walked up to the house.

"Hello?" I whispered and immediately felt like an idiot. Who was going to hear me like that?

"Is anyone there?" I called into the silent house with more volume. "I'm here to help!" I waited for a reply but none came.

I debated getting back into the car but waved the cowardly thought away and continued into the house.

The recently drunk and dancing high school students, which crowded this house and ignored my warning, were in piles covering every surface. Each one bloody and mangled in a slightly different fashion. The image was disturbing and a flash of sickness sent me running to the bathroom. Upon opening the door a rather large boy who had been propped against the door came crashing down on me.

I screamed and fell with the body deeply regretting the choice to come back in here. It took me a moment to work the heavy corpse off me and I quickly regained my footing and scrambled away covered in cold blood.

A small shiny black object caught my attention then. The boy's phone had fallen out of his pocket.

"Please don't be dead. Please don't be locked. Please have service!" I chanted as I picked up the phone and wiped off the blood from its face.

The screen brightened to life at my touch and I jumped for joy. Not only was it unlocked, it had full bars!

I tapped out 911 and swiped my finger, about to hit send.

"You shouldn't do that." A deep bell like voice said from my right shoulder.

The shock sent the phone flying from my hand and into a pool of blood.

So much blood.

I turned to face the voice. A boy, taller than the blond killer with dark red hair and deathly black eyes, stood inches away from me.

Someone was alive! It was going to be ok.

"You should be dead." He thought out loud. "If your still here then Jasper must be playing with you." He mused.

All hope vanished with those words.

"Jasper?" Words could not describe how confused I was.

The boy just smiled.

"Here's how this is going to work. You shouldn't even be alive but I suppose God has a sick sense of humor tonight and I'm very desperate. So now either you help me or you can go ahead and pick out a spot on the floor."

I just stared at him. Help him or die. Even if I helped him I'd probably die anyway.

"Probably." The boy said.

I paused.

"How did -"

The boy was fast as he moved to pin me to the wall and snarl. His lip pulled back like a wolf to show off his sharp shark like teeth. He was like the man who did all this.

I screamed and he snarled, snapping his teeth inches from my neck. I hushed.

"I don't have the patience for you right now girl." He snarled softly in my ear, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "I have someone I love very much waiting for me to get back and that filthy dog is there in my place. All I want is my brother back home and that little witch dead!" He roared "So is it going to be a yes or a no? And please answer quickly because I am starving."

He nipped my earlobe, removing all doubt that I was his intended meal if I didn't comply.

"Yes!" I yelped. "I'll help. I'll help!" I pleaded.

"Good." He bit out with a small hint of disappointment.

The boy yanked me behind himself and led me back threw the mass of bodies to the back porch. He let go of me and walked over the edge. It looked like he was sniffing the air. He turned sharply to face me and smiled.

"Remember that I'm not doing this out of pleasure." He said and began walking forward. "This is going to hurt so please, scream all you want love." He was almost touching me now as he leaned down to graze my ear. "I'll try to control myself." He purred.

In the next moment I was being held from behind and pushed toward the railing. My heart froze and began beating sporadically.

"Jasper!" The boy called. "Come out Jasper! You left one behind… that's awful sloppy of you."

I was bait! He was using me as bait and at any moment that monster was going to come running out of the forest to maul me like the others.

"No!" I stammered and started to struggle. He covered my mouth.

My breath hitched and I was almost gasping for the last few ounces of air.

"She's really tempting, Jasper. I don't know how you resisted."

The boy buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. A small growl slipped from his lips and fear took hold of me once again.

"I just need a taste."

The boy dipped down then. He pushed my head to a slant with his thumb and pulled me in closer. Chills ran through me like electricity when his cold tongue ran up the curve of my neck, licking away the nearly dry blood I was slathered in.

Another growl rumbled through his chest and I knew then that this monster was no longer putting on a show for the other. He had lost whatever control he appeared to have had before and I was going to die.

His other hand came to rest on my shoulder and his nails buried themselves in my skin. The sensation of my flash popping under the pressure and the sudden wave of the smell of fresh blood made me woozy. I felt my blood pool in the hollow of my neck and I slumped into the red headed monsters chest. His cold lips came to suck on the open cuts.

My mind and body went numb and I was only aware of the rhythmic pulling at my neck and the painful constriction of my veins as they were forces to flow away from my heart. Every now and then his teeth would graze my skin and he would quickly drink deeper as if he were afraid to bite me.

Why is this happening?

Only moments later I felt exhausted. My eyes grew heavy and I knew I was close to death.

The monster unexpectedly jerked up and the blood trickled down the front of my shirt.

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath.

The wood of the deck gave way underneath us and we came crashing down to the ground. Somehow we were still standing but that didn't surprise me with these monsters.

I was quickly tossed aside and left in the pile of splintered wood.

Growls and snarls came from every direction and it became all I could hear. I saw flashes of red and blond hair mixed with pale skin and flashes of blood.

The monsters were fighting.

I tried to stand but my legs buckled and I returned to the ground hard. My head managed to clip the edge of a broken beam and black spots started to blot out my vision.

Before I went under all I could hear was something close to what I imagine boulders would sound like if they were being ripped apart.

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