• Crescent Moon
    I will always remember the day that my life completely changed. The day I found out that the stories of vampires, werewolves, and demons were true. When you have one of them sinking their teeth into your neck it’s kind of hard not to believe in them. It was also the day I met Him. The man that saved me, made me experience love, and destroyed my life all at the same time.



    It was a normal night in December, walking home from staying late at the library. It started snowing while I was there and I didn’t want to walk home with snow on the ground. I am not a very coordinated person, so I was afraid I would be falling the whole way home.

    I go to the library a lot and other places too. I try to stay away from home as much as I can. Life at home isn’t all that great. My parents died when I was about two so I never really knew them. I was put in an orphanage because both my parents were only children and my only living grandparent was too old to take care of me. The guy that adopted me, Mark, never really pays attention to me. He’s gone a lot and when he would come home, it was usually with a new girlfriend. So to avoid him getting angry and saying I screwed things up in front of her, I stay away from home.

    I was listening to my ipod to make my fifteen minute walk home seem shorter than what it was. My favorite song was playing, and I was singing out loud because nobody was around. I guess that was a bad idea.
    Not very many crimes happen in this small town called Bankirk, only just the occasional speeding ticket or some under aged kid getting caught smoking or drinking. So I never thought about getting raped or kidnapped walking home.
    It all happened within seconds; I didn’t really get a chance to digest what had happened until the last moment.

    I just passed the only alley in town, and WHAM, I was slammed against the brick wall of the candy store in a split second. I blacked out for a couple of seconds and when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was bright red piercing eyes. I noticed his sharp white pointed fangs and that was when I tried to scream. He slammed his hand against my mouth to stop me from screaming. I tried to push him away but he had both my hands pinned above my head and he was to strong for me to even budge. I started to panic and I cried. I was absolutely terrified of this guy; he looked like a starving animal.
    He started laughing after I started to cry.

    “Such a pity a pretty girl like you has to be killed. It would have been better if there was more of a fight, but the boss wanted this to be quick. I hope you are going to enjoy this as much as I am,” he said, and then he bit my neck. I felt the blood slide down all over. My stomach started churning from the sounds of him sucking up my blood.

    I started to feel my life begin to drain away and all I could think was, “I am going to die.” I couldn’t move and I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t do anything but watch myself get killed. I was going to die at the age of sixteen.
    I always wished that the way I died would be different, guess I got my wish. That was the last thought that ran through my mind before I passed out.

    Then he showed up.