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"There's nowhere to run, Samantha." That haunting voice was the one thing that kept her mind from concentrating threw the day. How could she be so calm and collective when she's broken and torn from the inside out? How could she act like nothing happened when her best friend was somewhere laying in a ditch or still laying in his own pool of blood in the back of someone's own swimming pool?

Her next door neighbor, the one she thought to be sweet and yet creepy at the same time turned out to be a cold blooded killer. A vampire.

She wanted to scream, to run and hide as far as she can, but how far could she run, where could she hide? Who would believe a eighteen year old teenager claiming that her best friends were killed by a vampire, the vampire who was behind all the sudden dissapearings?

They would laugh in her face and send her away. She couldn't find herself to glance at the vacant seat behind her as the teacher called his name repeatedly, for she knew if she looked, she would break down.

She glanced towards her brother, catching his concerned gaze. Could she tell her brother? But that haunting voice came back to her. "And don't even think about telling anyone," she shivered remembering when he had trailed his cold finger down her cheek, "Because who would believe a beautiful girl like you; claiming that her next door neighbor is a vampire who killed her best friends."

Her eyes snapped closed as she shook the memory out her head, but a deep flush appeared on her cheeks as she remembered his lips kissing her neck softly, chuckling as a low enough moan escaped her lips.

She cursed her very being. How could she act like a loved sick puppy to the man who probably killed more people that she could count and still be attracted to him?

She heard the bell before it rang, quickly sprining from her seat and out of class, aware that her brother was hot on her trails. A hand grasped her wrist. "Samantha, wait up." It was her brother.

She turned around, her heart picking up speed. "What?" He raised a eyebrow.

"What the hell happened last night? You were gone for hours." He stated and ran a hand threw his hair. "Where's Ed? He wasn't at school today?" A pang of guilt and hurt flashed threw her.

She sighed and shrugged. "He's probably sick or something. And don't pretend you care, remember your the one who abandoned your friends and sister for them", she spat it out, nodding her head furiously towards his "new friends" standing around. "So don't pretend you care. I'll see you at home." She mumbled before turning around.

Ignoring his calls, she quickened her pace, making her way towards the awaiting bus and hurried in before sitting at the back, her head resting against the window.

She closed her eyes, suddenly wishing she didn't. The body of her possibly dead friend floating in his own blood. The smirk on Jerry's face as he whispered soothing words to her, cradling her body against his chest.

"Your brother left you. Little Samantha, all alone with nobody to care for her." She denied it all but there were meaning behind his words. Just like her father, her brother had left her without so much as a goodbye. "You deserve better than that." He kissed her neck hungrily, a whimper escaping her lips. "I can change that for you. You were meant to be by my side. But one way or another, I will have you."

She shook her head, blinking as someone shook her shoulder lightly. She glanced up seeing the bus driver staring down at her. "Wake up kid." She glanced out the window, realizing she was near the bustop at her street and thanked the old man before walking off the bus. Glancing around, she sighed running a hand threw her hair before making her way back home.

Her heart unknowingly started racing as she walked past his house, fear spreading threw her body as she quickened her pace, oblivious to the fact that the very man she feared and yet still felt attracted too was staring at her passing figure, a smirk appearing on his lips before taking a bite the green apple grasped in his hand and chuckled.

"Humans." He walked back into the living room, switching on a random channel and sat down. "So fragile." He took a swig of his beer and settled down, his eyes closing as he remember her scent, her blood flowing like a river threw her veins.

She was so tempting, making his beast just want to rip threw her throat and indulge himself with her intoxicating blood but kept his beast at bay. He could hear her screams for her friend as he sank his teeth into the teen's neck.

A smirk appeared on his lips as he remembered those soft, innocent lips lightly pressed against his and it took all the control to not just ravish her there and then but he had plans for her and nobody would get in the way.

And he would never allow anyone to ruin his plans. He didn't quite understand what it was about little miss Samantha Brewster, but he knew he wanted it. He wanted all of her. One night of her would never be enough to keep him away.

His mind drifted towards the blonde he had invited over for one innocent drink, not knowing what was in store for her, she had quickly accepted without hesitation. She was beautiful yes. Blonde hair. A killer body. But she wasn't his little Samantha.

His.

She would soon fall into his hands like putty, and that wasn't a promise, that was a fact.

Author Note: I know this chapter is much shorter than the previous one, but I don't want the story to end in only just five or six chapters. I have so much planned for this story. Thank you to those who read it and to those who commented and followed it.