Jerry watches Honica across the street, who is jumping rope with earphones in her ears. He sits in the shade and bites into his green apple. His black eyes shine with
cruelty and he thinks of the hooker in the back room of the house, waiting for him to drain her dry. A smirk forms on his lips. Honica turns, as if sensing him staring at her. Her unseeing
eyes bore into his face. He stands from his chair and walks to the end of his garage right before the sun light cut into shadow.
"Onica, you should come over here. Talk with me," he calls out to her. She takes a step back and slowly backs up toward her porch, shaking her head. "Oh come on, I won't hurt you."
The girl turns and bolts into her house. Jerry smirks and shakes his head. The girl knows what he is, and she is afraid of him. He inhales and smells the faint smell of her scent left in the air.
She smells like watermelon and sweat, but it doesn't stink. He wonders what her blood would taste like. He also wonders if he would just drain her, or turn her, keep her.
That mother of hers on the other hand, would have to die no matter what he chose to do. He hates pity seeking women, and mourning women annoy him to no end. Should her daughter
come up missing, no doubt he would have to listen to her whines and sobs. Just pathetic. He would enjoy seeing the light fade from her aged, tired and grief stricken eyes. He could smell
the disappointment and resentment on her, every time it came up about Honica being blind. It disgusts him.
How could someone love another so much, yet have no idea how much they are hated. How could a mother hate their child? It doesn't matter. By the end of this year, maybe by this
month, both will have been dealt with. The door to his neighbors house opens and the boy, Charlie, and his preppy girlfriend, Amy, walk onto the porch. They lean in and kiss. Charlie spots him and glares his way. Jerry snorts, winks, and turns on his heal and goes back into his house.

_ /*/_ Onica's pov

She runs down the dark alley way, fear biting at her heals. Her attacker is close behind her, calling taunts out to her. She chances a look over her shoulder and is not surprised
to see Jerry Dandrige following swiftly with a smirk plastered on his face. He grins at her and snaps his jaws at her. She squeals and turns forward and sprints faster. She has to get away from him. What horrible things would he do to her if he caught her? But then again, why hadn't he snatched her up already?
Her meek human speed is no match for that of a vampires. He is toying with her, she realizes. The dream takes a new turn and he is suddenly in front of her and she crashes into his chest and falls back, her ass hitting the pavement hard. That's going to bruise. He squats and grips her arms, pulling her up and pinning her to the scratchy wall. His eyes bore into her intencely and his gorgeous black hair is neatly combed back with only a strand of bangs hanging into his eyes. He is oddly...attractive. Cold terror grips its icy fingers around her vocal cords, but she can't scream. He leans forward and nibbles on her neck, only a small drop of blood spills onto his lips and he slowly licks it off his bottom lip.
She bites her lip as he holds her tighter and presses his body against her. Her fingers grip at the white material of his designer shirt. He smashes his lips to hers and she can't help but to kiss him back. He moves his mouth down and right as she is about to moan, he bites down on her neck.

_/*/_

Onica shoots up into a sitting position on her bed. What the bloody HELL was that? She wasn't supposed to be having those kinds of dreams about the neighbor. Espetially when that neighbor was A) a freaking VAMPIRE out to kill probably the whole town and B) he is way to old for her! The moon light pulses from the window in her room and shines on her skin. It's not safe to go out for a walk. Not when HE is out and about. Her mother would be sleeping, and it's better to let that woman sleep. But that dream had terrified her..and even a girl her age needs comfort from a nightmare sometimes.
She shakily removes the thick blankets from her legs and cautiously steps onto her floor. Stumbling to the door, she feels around for the knob. When she finds it, she thrusts the door open and makes her way down the hall, her hands trailing the walls. When she gets to the corner, she hears voices. Her breath catches in her throat. This is just her luck.
"Honica seems to be a very smart girl. She doesn't seem to let her sight impairment get in the way of her imagination or way of life," Jerry's velvet voice flits to her ears.
"She is smart. And strong too. I admire her for being able to get up every day," her mother says sweetly. "So, Jerry, why is it that you decided to drop by tonight?"
"Well, I just got off from working a few hours ago and I couldn't sleep. I saw your lights still on so I decided to stop by."
"That's very sweet of you." Her mothers voice takes on a flirty edge that sends chills down Honicas spine. This should not be happening. Her mother can NOT be interested in him! There is no way she would be able to even sum up her dream to her mother now. She wouldn't be able to speak to her without stuttering for a long time now.
"I have to say, you are much better company that Jane and her son is. Jane is a nice, lovely woman, but too energetic and proud of her son. He doesn't seem to be a very bold kid."
"Really? Does that mean you'll be coming over more often?" Honica can't hear anymore, so she treads hastily back to her bed, and into an uneasy sleep. Her foolish mother had invited him into the house. Now he can come in at will. Yeah, she will be sleeping light, at if all.