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I sighed and stared after him, towards the house, the ridiculously big house. I assume that's where he went anyway, considering there aren't many other options. I had no idea what was going on, so I waited patiently for a couple of minutes, not actually starting to worry, yet. My gaze was locked on the front door, expecting Derrick to run back out and yell, "Just kidding!" But 5 minutes later, I decided this definitely wasn't a joke. That's when I started to worry.

I began to pace. What could have possibly gone wrong? Many things... many bad things. Scenarios started playing out through my mind's eye like a constant reel.

I decided to occupy my startled mind by describing the mansion to myself: It was big. Obviously, it was a mansion after all. Saying this house is big is like saying the Empire State building is tall. It also had a Victorian Era feel, with columns and everything. The front porch wrapped around the 3-story house and stopped at the back. It was painted an off-white, clearly aged in some places. Ivy crawled up the sides, as well as in the front. There were 2 bay window on either side of the front door. I smiled to myself. I love bay windows, they're great places to read or write, or just relax and watch the sunset. Wow, that was cheesy. Anyway, the other windows had shutters painted black to match the front door, which was a pitch black color. The door looked almost like an illusion, it was so black, it looked as if you could walk into it and keep on going forever and ever into the infinite darkness. Curiously, I walked up the porch steps and held out my arm, walking towards the door. When my fingertips came into contact with the solid surface, the illusion shattered, replaced by a common, everyday door.

So instead, I examined the knocker on said door. It was pure gold, the cliché lion holding the ring in its mouth, except this lion looked more... I don't know, magnificent than any others I've seen. More realistic, like I could really run my fingers through its golden mane.

I shook my head, my imagination was really going wild lately. First, the natures song, then the never-ending door illusion, and now this, the realistic-looking lion knocker. Running my fingers through my hair I thought, maybe learning about the existence of vampires has made me more... open-minded I guess. Yeah, that was probably it.

I looked down. I have no clue why, it was almost involuntary, like a gut-feeling, that I just had to look down. Then I saw it. The stain on the welcome mat, fairly recent looking. I crouched down and inspected it closer, it was still wet, and a deep red color. My brow furrowed and I extended my index finger down to touch the thick, red substance. I stopped immediately before making contact, I could almost hear my common sense saying, 'You shouldn't do that, you don't even know what it is.' My eyes widened. But I do know what it is.

Blood.

My heart started beating furiously against my ribcage, threatening to break through and escape my chest. My adrenal medulla pumped the adrenaline into my blood as I backed quickly away from the blood, tripped down the steps, and fell hard on my butt.

I tried to get up quickly, struggling, barely able to stand because of my shaking legs. That's when the front door burst open, revealing a vampire, and it was not the one I wanted to see.

Have you ever noticed, when your watching a thriller movie, everything starts to go wrong right when the main character realizes they're in danger? I have, and now it's happened to me.

I had three seconds to study my situation, I saw a vampire I didn't recognize in the doorway, the door had been flung off it's hinges, he had long-ish black hair and golden eyes, like Derrick's, but much darker. I would have thought he was unbelievably attractive, that is if he didn't have extremely pointy canines, and wasn't covered in blood and some pretty nasty injuries. At first I thought it was William, Derrick's 'father', but he had described him to me on the way here, and he had said he had dark brown hair, not black. And it certainly wasn't Derrick's brother, Jason, I've seen him before.

My three seconds were up. The vampire lunged at me, but not at vampire speed, thank God, he looked to weak for that. I started crawling desperately quick towards the car. The blood-thirsty vampire pounced again, and he almost landed on top of me too, but he was caught in mid-air. It was totally bizarre at first, I mean, he was floating in mid-air! But then I noticed familiar arms secured around his torso. The monster was desperately trying to get at me, snarling, his limbs reaching out to me, his jaw snapping in anticipation of biting my neck and draining me dry. At this, I reached up and touched my healing bite mark, I had a feeling if this thirsty vampire bit me, it wouldn't be as painless as the last time I was fed on.

Suddenly, I locked eyes with him, the vampire I mean. I started shaking violently, they were almost void of any emotion, except one. Thirst. Thirst for my blood. His eyes were so beautiful, though, and mesmerizing, I just wanted to go closer to him...

"Go! Hurry!" Derrick shouted in a rough voice, breaking me out of my trance. He let go of the vampire with one of his arms, digging in his pocket and throwing the car keys at my feet.

I didn't think twice as I snatched the keys from the ground and scrambled to my feet as I jumped into the car. It took me a couple of tries to get the key into the ignition because I was so hyped up.

I quickly maneuvered the car around and sped off down the long driveway, going as fast as the car could go. As I was making my escape, I glanced into the rear view mirror in time to see the vampire break away from Derrick's grasp and chase after me at his not-vampire-but-still-inhuman speed. Holy crap! I urged the Mustang to go faster. When I looked back into the mirror, I let out a sigh of relief. Derrick had caught up to him and had him securely around the stomach. He dragged him quickly into the house, and when they were completely out of sight, I slowed down a little, to 70 mph. Fast enough to earn a rather large speeding ticket, but slow enough to avoid hitting a tree.

I was racing down back roads, unconscious of where I was going, just trying to get as much distance as possible between me and that monster of a vampire.

Questions ran though my head, begging for answers. Who was he? Another of Derrick's family members? No, Derrick would've told me... and why did he look like he was recently fed through a wood chipper?

I shook my head and realized I had stopped. As I became conscious of my surroundings, I realized I was at Nick's house. It made sense really, that my sub-conscious would bring me here. Whenever I was having troubles, I always went to Nick, and if he wasn't available or if it was a girl problem I went to Emily.

I turned off the engine after parking the Mustang in Nick's driveway. I thought about going home and waiting for Derrick to come and explain to me what was going on, but I needed to calm down before I had a heart attack. I was still adrenaline-pumped and my heart hurt from beating so fast, and if I was going to chill out I had to get my mind of that vampire and his amazingly sharp fangs that itched to sink into neck. And my best friend was the perfect solution.

I shakily got out of the car and approached the door. When I tried to ring the doorbell, I missed, and to steady my finger I had had to grab my wrist and push the button. About 30 seconds later, Nick flung the door open, smiling broadly. His smile disappeared as he saw my appearance, and I realized what a mess I was right now. My jeans were torn at the thy and my clothes were mud and dirt stained, while my hair wasn't much better. I let out a ragged sigh.

"What happened to you?" Nick asked me, concerned. Then he saw the car. Crap. "And who's car is that?"

I thought fast, "Um... I fell." Yeah that excuse is getting old, "And that's..." I heaved a sigh, "Derrick's car."

His widened in surprise, but then narrowed in anger, "Derrick?" He spat the name out like it was something dirty, "Why do you have his car?"

Thinking fast again, "Um, well, uh... my car broke down...?" I winced at my lame excuse.

"I didn't know you were even friends with him," Nick said coldly, "And why didn't you just borrow my car? Or Emily's?" Seriously, I'm getting frostbite.

His attitude was really starting to piss me off. I came here to just calm down and I'm getting the opposite of the results I wanted!

"What the hell is your problem, Nick?!" I shouted. He looked shocked, I never cuss, though 'hell' is hardly a cuss word. "What's your problem with Derrick?! He's done nothing to you! Or anybody for that matter!"

Nick's face was turning red, "I've told you! Maybe if you'd listen to me once in awhile, you'd have heard I said he's just looks and no freaking personality!" He yelled at me. Nick hardly ever yells at me, almost never. I flinched as if he'd hit me.

He looked guilty as soon as he finished yelling, but I didn't care, I wanted him to feel guilty, I was high on adrenaline and absolutely furious with him, so I continued shouting, "Of course he has a personality, Nick," I spat his name out as he did Derrick's, "And his is 100 times better than yours will ever be!" I immediately regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth and I saw his hurt expression. I felt like I'd kicked a puppy.

"Nick, I-" I began, but he slammed the door in my face. I stared at it, not really seeing it, for a full minute before turning around and sluggishly making my way to Derrick's car. The engine roared to life and I keyed the ignition and I drove home, still looking straight forward with wide eyes.

I parked the Mustang GT in the driveway, mechanically taking the keys out of the ignition, dropping them into my coat pocket, and walking into my house. Oreo greeted my at the door, but I paid him no attention, much to his dismay, as I walked up the stairs and into my room, shutting the door softly behind me.

I didn't even make it to my bed.

I collapsed on the floor and started to cry. I cried about everything. I cried because I was almost eaten by a blood-sucking vampire, I cried because I've been bitten by a blood-sucking vampire, I cried because I just wrecked my friendship my best friend of fourteen years, and I cried for the loss of what my life could have been if vampire's never even existed.

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