Most people believe that as soon as they turn 18 it means like yeah I'm and adult now. It's party time. Yeah parties. But for me, turning 18 meant something else. When I turned 18 I had gone out to celebrate with some friends, and something happened. Couldn't really remember what happened, but then the dreams started.
At first the dreams were harmless. That was until two weeks later the dreams became worse. There was a man in them, but it was like I was seeing through his eyes. Watching what he did to people. Biting them and drinking there blood. At first I just thought I was watching to many horror movies. But the dreams kept getting worse. Sometimes I would wake up either crying or afraid. The dreams got so bad that I began to see them when I was a wake.
So I decided to visit the only two people who would believe me. Two boys who once had been my brother's best friends but ditched them for the popular crowd.
We were able to tell from the dreams and visions I had, that I might have a connection with a vampire. I didn't believe them at first until they showed me footage they got of one. I was shocked and afraid. The boys reassured me that as long as I didn't say anything that I was safe.
I was relieved to say the least. Until I met him, my next door neighbor. First he started out charming and sweet, but then I found out what he really was. A vampire. The same vampire who created this connection between us. I had tried to stay away from him, but he would follow me where ever I went.
I had no one to turn to. No one I could tell. Anyone I told wound up either dead or turned. I had to go to him. He made sure of that.
So this is my story of how I meet him and became to know vampires exist.