Darkness Lingers Beneath

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When you meet a cute boy you don't expect him to be undead, let alone a vampire. Add a dead mom, nightmares, secrets, and having to be a teenager to the mix; then you come up with me and my story. “Who’s that?” I asked as Claire and I walked into the school building. At the end of the hall stood a boy I had never seen before. He was tall, handsome, and muscular. He had brown spiked hair, jeans, and a white long-sleeved shirt. He looked hot, like really hot. “It’s this guy named Sam.” Said, Claire, staring at the boy for little too long. “How did you know that?” I asked “Everyone was talking about a new kid so I looked him up. His name is Sam Filtz, he’s 6ft tall, his favorite color is navy blue and...” Said, Claire, fangirling all of sudden. I haven’t seen her act like a fangirl in a very long time. “Claire, you know that’s stalking right?” I interrupted “No, it’s not.” Said, Claire, responding quickly. “Are you crushing on him, Claire? You literally just met him. No, you haven’t even met him yet or talked to him or even made eye contact and you’re crushing?” I said starting to laugh. “Maybe it’s a little crush. I can fall in love with whoever I want to. Besides he might be a total jerk, so please just let me love from afar.” Said, Claire, stretching out her neck so she could see better. “At least you’re stalking someone cute.” I said studying the boy at the end of the hall.

Fantasy / Romance
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Chapter One

“Who’s that?” I asked as Claire and I walked into the school building. At the end of the hall stood a boy I had never seen before. He was tall, handsome, and muscular. He had brown spiked hair, jeans, and a white long-sleeved shirt. He looked hot, like really hot.

“It’s this guy named Sam.” Said, Claire, staring at the boy for little too long.

“How did you know that?” I asked

“Everyone was talking about a new kid so I looked him up. His name is Sam Filtz, he’s 6ft tall, his favorite color is navy blue and...” Said, Claire, fangirling all of sudden. I haven’t seen her act like a fangirl in a very long time.

“Claire, you know that’s stalking right?” I interrupted

“No, it’s not.” Said, Claire, responding quickly.

“Are you crushing on him, Claire? You literally just met him. No, you haven’t even met him yet or talked to him or even made eye contact and you’re crushing?” I said starting to laugh. I have never seen Claire fall over a boy this hard. It was adorable. I mean the last time she crushed on a guy was in third grade and his name was James Smith. Before she got the chance to tell him, he moved away and, that was that. Since then she hasn’t had a crush on anyone. Anyone that I know of at least. So this was a big moment of adorableness.

“Maybe it’s a little crush. I can fall in love with whoever I want to. Besides he might be a total jerk, so please just let me love from afar.” Said, Claire, stretching out her neck so she could see better.

“At least you’re stalking someone cute.” I said studying the boy at the end of the hall. If you’re gonna stalk someone, at least let them be good looking.

“Yeah, well I gotta go. I really don’t want to be late on the first day. See you at lunch!” Said, Claire, hurrying down the hall while staring at the boy the whole way down. Man, was she love struck. I mean I thought he was cute too, but not as badly as Claire did.

I entered first period and I sat down next to my friend Christina. On the other side of me was a girl who looked like she could rip my head off; she had the muscles for it. I turned to Christina to get that scary image out of my head when I noticed that Sam guy was staring at me. I’ve seen people stare at me before, but his stare was different. It wasn’t a “you’re cute stare” or “I’m bored let’s just stare at something stare,” it was frightening. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me; like a fat man would look at cake. I turned back and tried to ignore his stare, but I could still feel his eyes on my back and it wouldn’t go away.

Christina, like always, noticed me suddenly acting strangely and you could see it in her eyes she was gonna ask me about it later. She always notices everything, even the smallest details. She can be very annoying, but she is also one of my best friends, so I just deal with it. The class I was stuck in was language arts, so hopefully I’d be distracted from his frightening glare. Why was he staring at me? He doesn’t even know me.

“Alright class, my name Mrs. Lind and I will be your language arts teacher this year. Since everyone is new here let’s introduce ourselves, say your name and something you like. We will start with the left side and go down the columns, starting with you.” Said, Mrs. Lind, pointing to the first person in the row, which so happened to be Olivia Andersen. The most annoying person I have ever met. She might look nice but on the inside, she’s the devil.

“My name is Olivia and I like ponies. Especially the one my dad bought me for my birthday. It’s pink.” Said, Olivia, standing up and chewing her gum loud enough that I could hear it across the room.

“She’s also an idiot.” I said to myself. She is such a show-off. Nobody cares. She might look like a goody two shoes but she definitely isn’t. Last year she would never leave me alone. She would poke me, take my stuff and copy my homework. Someone I definitely don’t wanna be around ever again. The problem is I never have good luck so saying that probably just jinxed it.

“Thank you, Olivia. Next...” Said Mrs. Lind

After almost the entire room went, it was my turn. The only problem was I wasn’t listening so it took her a few times to get my attention. I’ve only known her for a few minutes and I can already tell she is one of those teachers. The teachers that are kind and sweet and then you do one thing wrong and they get pissed. I hate that kind of teacher and it looks like I’ll be stuck with one all year.

“Carly?!” Asked, Mrs. Lind, a little too loudly.

“Um...my name is Carly and I like to draw.” I said awkwardly as I sat down as fast as humanly possible.

“Thank you for finally responding. Maybe next time you’ll respond the first time I ask. Next.” Said, Mrs. Lind, as every eye in the room went to me.

“My name is Sam.” Said, Sam, never taking his eyes off of me. I never looked behind me but I could feel it. What is his problem? I don’t get it. I’m not especially hot or ugly, never even spoke a word to him either, so why is he staring?

“Would you like to tell us anything you like, Sam?” Said, Mrs. Lind, as every eye went from me to him.

“I like green eyes.” Sam said

“Green eyes?” Said, Mrs. Lind, persisting.

“Yeah, I think they’re interesting.” Said, Sam, still staring at me.

“Alright, good to know. Green eyes are a rarity in humans and quite beautiful. You may sit down now.” Said, Mrs. Lind, as every kid in the room looked at Sam, except me.

The rest of the period all I heard from people’s mouths was blah, blah, blah, blah, blah because all I thought about was Sam. The one thing I couldn’t shake, something about him just felt weird. I don’t know what but something was off. His favorite thing was green eyes and I have green eyes. I mean I only looked at him once, maybe he could have seen it then but why is that his favorite thing? This just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

The end of the period finally came, and I ran out of there so fast I wonder if anyone even saw me. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I was running out of breath. How can one guy, I haven’t said one word to, make my heart beat this fast? I only had one other period with him this morning and that was fourth with Mrs. Johnson. Every time I looked over to Sam, he was staring right at me. Even when he wasn’t there I thought about him. This has never happened before, how can one guy do this?

When fourth period ended I ran as fast I could to my locker and shoved everything inside. When turned around I noticed Sam was headed right for me, so I ran to lunch looking back every few seconds. He interested me but he also really scared me. How could I be feeling this about a stranger? When I finally made it to the cafeteria, I saw my friends sitting near the back and ran the whole way.

“So Carly, I noticed that you were really quiet in language arts today. Are you okay?” Questioned, Christina, as I was sitting down.

Christina was not a tall girl. She was barely 5ft and had really tiny feet. She had black hair that almost touched her butt and always wore her purple glasses that made her look a bit nerdy. Which she was anything but. She was smart but didn’t love school. Liked learning but hated it at the same time; It was a love-hate relationship. Her favorite activity of all was sitting around watching a lot of anime, especially ones with pandas since she completely adored them.

“I’m fine it’s nothing to worry about.” I said quickly.

“Are you sure? Were you thinking of your mom again? That can be pretty depressing.” Christina noticed. She was kind, at least most of the time.

“Christina! Why would you say something like that?!” Said, Phoua, slapping Christina’s arm.

Phoua was quiet and hilarious. She had shoulder length black hair and loved blue monkeys. When she smiled it brightened up your day and her laugh made you laugh harder. When you were hurt she would worry and make sure you were okay. She was the complete opposite of Christina. Phoua was the size of a giraffe or at least to me she was. She was a great runner and a better friend.

“It was just a question!” Said, Christina, rubbing her arm.

“No, it wasn’t my mom. Just leave her out of it, okay?” I explained holding my head. If you haven’t figured it out yet, my mom isn’t with us anymore. She died last year and I just don’t like talking about her. Once I start thinking about it, all the pain rushes back and I definitely don’t need that right now.

“Carly, are you okay? You’re holding your head like you’re in pain.” Said, Phoua, putting her hand on my hand.

“I’m fine, I’ve just been getting these weird headaches lately.” I said lifting my head.

“When did they start?” Asked Claire

Claire was my best friend and I don’t think I could ever live without her. She had short curly brown hair and black square glasses just like a big nerd. She was more of a geek than a nerd and I loved her for it. She and I were like twins, we were the same age and so were our little brothers. I was her best friend and Ethan was Carson’s best friend. We both hate pickles, tomatoes, and love fangirling over our favorite shows. She has always been by my side and I hope to always be by hers.

“Why does that matter?” Asked Anna

Anna is the really girly one. She loves makeup, accessories, and cute clothes. She also hates being lied to and will tell you her opinion straightforward, most of the time not sugar coating it. That’s something everyone wishes for, to have someone who won’t lie to make you feel better. She loves Korean dramas, and South Korea in general. Her dream is to move there when she gets older, something she’s wanted her entire life.

“Just answer the question.” Said Claire

“I’ve been getting them the last few months. They are getting worse day by day.” I said truthfully.

“Maybe when you hit your head in the crash, the pain comes back in headaches?” Claire suggested

“Maybe...” I whispered to myself.

“Alright, back to the important subject. Why were you so quiet in class? You turned to talk to me and then just turned right back around. Always glancing behind you. What happened?” Asked, Christina, changing the subject.

“Christina...” Whined Phoua

“Stop. I want to know. Tell me. Why were you so quiet?” Said Christina quickly

“I was quiet because of the new guy Sam.” I said remembering his eyes on my back. I looked around the cafeteria to see if he was still staring but he was nowhere to be seen. I was relieved and disappointed. Part of me wanted to never see him again but more of me wanted to know why he was so interesting. I’ve always been a curious person and this was my next mystery.

“There’s a new kid? Is he hot?” Asked, Anna, leaning forward with a big smile on her face. She loved gossip and cute boys.

“You mean the kid that sits behind you in language arts?” Asked Christina

“Yeah, and I guess he’s pretty cute.” I said

“Why was he making you quiet?” Asked Phoua

“He was staring at me all of first period. It was just a little creepy.” I said hiding the fact that part of me was interested in why he was staring. My friends might think that’s a little odd so I just keep it to myself.

“I would steer clear of him.” Said, Claire, crossing her arms over her chest. I was the only one who knew, but you could see it in her eyes, she liked him. More so she had a crush on a guy she hasn’t said one word to. Everyone eventually has a crush on someone, even if it’s a mysterious stranger.

“Is it because you like him, Claire? Is that why you don’t want Carly near him?” Said Anna

“No, that’s not the reason!” Said Claire

“You’re lying!” Said Anna

“I’m not lying.” Said Claire

“Just admit it, you are!” Yelled, Anna, getting to her feet. The sad thing was they do this all the time. They get into a yes you are, no I’m not fight, at least once a week. It can be tiring but you just let them battle it out then they’re best friends again.

“I am not lying!” Yelled Claire

“Guys, shut up!” Said Christina

“Fine.” Said Anna

“Good.” Said Claire

“He’s just the new guy. It’s not like he’s the devil.” Said, Anna, chewing a french fry with her mouth open. The food here wasn’t as bad as at my middle school but it wasn’t the best either. One time I was eating a chicken sandwich and I found something hard in it while chewing, after I took it out I realized it was a bone. An actual bone. So they gave me a new one and they tried to be really nice to me so I wouldn’t sue. I wasn’t gonna sue anyway I wouldn’t have the money to win, but I liked getting more food.

“Even if he isn’t the devil, that’s still creepy. Who stares at someone for an entire class period? Maybe you stare for a minute or two but forty-two minutes of staring at the same person is just beyond creepy.” Said, Phoua, as the bell rang for the end of lunch.

“We will talk about this later. This isn’t done I promise you that.” Said, Christina, walking away with Claire.

“It’s okay, Carly. You just have to hope she forgets about it by tomorrow.” Said, Phoua, putting her hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah, but she never forgets. That’s the problem.” I said looking down at my feet.

“Well, you just gotta pray.” Said, Phoua, walking away with Anna.

“Bye.” I said to myself

As I was walking toward art Sam came and stopped me in my tracks. I tried to walk past him but nothing worked. He wasn’t gonna let me by. When I looked up into his eyes they weren’t scary like before, they were calm and bright blue. They actually glowed in the dimmed lights of the hallway. He was kind of cute, not gonna lie, but there was still part of me that wanted to run for the hills. To scream. To hide but I ignored it and let him speak.

“I think I gave you the wrong impression earlier, I’m Sam.” Said, Sam, putting his hand out for me to shake. His hand looked smooth and clean. I could see every vein sticking out of the skin like small rivers, it was beaut...wait, why am I thinking so much about a hand? Maybe I have a hand fetish or something. I’ve never been into hands before, maybe I like hands, or maybe I am overthinking everything. That’s probably it.

“I’m Carly. May I ask why you were staring at me all morning?” I asked shaking his hand.

“I’m sorry, I was staring at you. There is just something about you that caught my eye. Not in a sexual way but you look interesting. Different from the other kids, something I haven’t seen in a long time.” Said, Sam, giving me a look of interest.

“Uh thanks, I guess. The thing is you weren’t looking at me like I was interesting, it kinda looked like you wanted to eat me.” I said

“I’m so sorry about that. I hadn’t had breakfast this morning and it was hitting me hard. I’m fine now though so no need to worry.” Said Sam

“That’s okay I get it. I’m hungry all the time, even when I eat breakfast.” I said awkwardly looking at my feet.

“I was wondering, to make up for the creepiness of this morning, if you would like to go to a party with me? I heard lots of people talking about it. It’s on the edge of town at some senior’s house. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?” Asked Sam

“I just met you today and now you’re asking me to go to a party with you? I mean it does sound fun but how do I know you’re not an axe murderer or something. I could get in the car with you and never come back. Also, this is the first conversation we have ever had, why do you want to invite me?” I said very fast.

“You seem like someone I’d enjoy hanging out with. And I could be an axe murderer, but you’d have to take that chance.” Said, Sam, smiling from ear to ear. What was it about him, that made me smile. Earlier I was running away with my heart beating and now I was smiling and talking to him. My life is weird.

“You’re gonna have to convince me.” I said putting my hands on my hips and smiling. I mean it’s not every day someone asks me to a party. Ever since my mom’s accident, I turned into a very quiet person. So many just walked past and didn’t look back. No boy has talked to me in over a year and now the new boy is asking me out, nice.

“Sounds like a deal. Should I pick you up around 8?” Said Sam

“How do you know you’re going to convince me?” I questioned

“I know I will. I got skills.” Said Sam confidently. How could I be scared of this guy? I mean him staring at me this morning was definitely creepy but he doesn’t seem frightening anymore. All he is, is a big dork.

“Oh, do you now?” I asked laughing

“I do, see tomorrow when you say yes.” Said, Sam, as the bell rang.

“I’ll be waiting.” I said as I walked into art and the most long drawn classes begun.

Art is one of my favorite classes, yet I couldn’t focus because I kept thinking of Sam. Why was I his choice to the party? I mean I wasn’t ugly, well not that ugly. Maybe I’m going insane and I’m imagining all of this, but I already tried pinching myself and nothing changed.

When the final bell rang I jumped out of my seat, not caring what the teacher had to say. I threw everything in my backpack and ran outside to my blue convertible, getting in as I started my way home. The minute I opened the door my stepmother, Amy, blocked my path.

“Well, you look happy.” Said, Amy, the stepmother I hated. I didn’t hate her as much as my brother Ethan did, but I still disliked her. My dad got married only a few months ago; less than a year after my mother’s death. I get he wanted to make our family the way it was, to not feel alone but it just feels too sudden. We didn’t even have a year to grief before he moved on. Before he changed everything.

“I don’t know what I’m feeling right now, it’s the first day and I think... You know what nevermind, I’m going to my room.” I said as I headed for the stairs.

“Is this about a boy?” Said, Amy, putting on her tell me everything face.

“None of your business, I’m going to my room.” I said starting to walk up the steps.

“Okay, dinner will be done in 2 hours. Don’t forget!” Yelled, Amy, as I ran up the stairs.

When I finally got away from my weird stepmom I heard Ethan talking. I peeked into his room to see him whispering into his phone. Whatever he was talking about he didn’t want anyone else to hear. I cupped my ear with my hand and tried to listen.

“How much? That’s more than last time, almost double. You know I need that... I’ll get it just...see you tonight. ” Said, Ethan, as he hung up on the other line. I tried to tiptoe away but I was too slow and he spotted me.

“How much did you hear?” Asked Ethan

“Who are you meeting tonight?” I asked coming into his room. Ethan wasn’t the cleanest person and you could tell the instant you went into his room. The place was a disaster zone full of laundry, video games, and just dirt. I don’t know if he’s ever cleaned it but usually I don’t step inside so it even phase me.

“It’s none of your beeswax. Now move out of the way.” Said, Ethan, grabbing his jacket and pushing me to the side. I had a feeling I knew what he was about to do but I didn’t want to judge until I knew.

“Ethan don’t.” I said grabbing his wrist as he turned to walk away.

“Get off me.” Said, Ethan, ripping his wrist out of my grip.

“Are you doing drugs again?” I whispered so no one else would hear. When my mother died it hit him the hardest. Ethan and mom were best friends and losing your best friend is a tragedy. So instead of grieving he didn’t want to feel a thing. Taking drugs was his way. I thought he had stopped but it looked like he lied, again.

“I’m not taking drugs, okay?!” Screamed, Ethan, pushing me onto the floor. Ethan was usually calm and quiet, but the Ethan that was looking at me right now was anything but. I don’t know if it was drugs or just loss, but he was different.

“You are, aren’t you?” I asked feeling a bit of disgust. I hurt every day because of my mom’s death. Not once did I turn to drugs. That was the easy way out and I’m happy I didn’t go there. If I would have been that frightening then I’m glad I didn’t go that far.

“I’m not taking drugs. It’s something much better. Besides, it’s my life and I can live it the way I want.” Said, Ethan, turning away from me.

“Fine but if you overdose, don’t blame me.” I said getting to my feet as I wiped the dirt from my jeans.

“I won’t blame you.” Said, Ethan, running down the stairs. He walked out the door and slammed it shut. I headed for my room but instead of peace and quiet, Saige decided to appear. Saige was my younger sister, starting sixth grade this year. She might be young but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t smart. She knew just the way to get under your skin and whenever you had a conversation she wanted to know all the details. Even if it meant blackmailing you to get them.

“What were you talking about in there? I heard screaming.” Asked, Saige, being her annoying self.

She was just like Christina but worse. If Christina didn’t get her way she would wait until later and give you time to think. Saige wanted to know right at that moment or bad things would happen. One time she super-glued my hand to a doorknob because I wouldn’t tell her about a conversation I had with Claire. She was a very annoying and a very evil little girl but she was my sister, what could I do?

“Nothing you need to worry about. Now run along and do your homework. I need some relaxation time.” I said trying to walk past her but of course, she wasn’t gonna budge.

“I don’t have any.” Said Saige

“Just go away, okay!” I yelled

“I will find out why you and Ethan fought. I will.” Said Saige

“Have fun with that, now go.” I said as Saige walked into her room.

I walked into my room, closed the door and fell on the bed face first. I must have fallen asleep soon after because when I opened my eyes it was pitch black outside. I sat up with instant pain. My headache from earlier had returned but much worse. I’ve been getting these headaches since the crash and they come and hit me at the worse times. When I got to my feet I heard Amy yelling my name, “Carly, dinner’s ready!”

“Coming!” I yelled as I walked down the stairs as slow as I could. Every step made the headache echo through my brain and it just kept getting worse. I made my way into the kitchen to see Ethan and Saige already sitting at the table. I swerved around the table and searched through the cabinets for Aspirin. After I took the meds I sat down in my regular spot next to Saige.

“What are we having for dinner, Amy?” Asked, Ethan, glaring at me as I took my seat.

“We are having chicken alfredo.” Said, Amy, as she started serving dinner. Ever since I had it at a restaurant a few years ago, chicken alfredo has always been my favorite. The creamy sauce, thick delicious noodles and grilled chunks of chicken on top. It makes my mouth water just thinking about it.

“Where’s Dad?” Asked, Saige, already starting to slurp up her noodles. She always did that when she ate noodles. Maybe she just liked the noise or something because she slurped everything, even soda. Saige was an odd child but I wasn’t much different.

“He’s just a little late. David had to finish something up at the office but he’ll be here soon.” Said, Amy, as the front door opened and closed.

“I’m here and I’m ready to eat!” Said, Dad, coming into the room. He was a tall man, about the size of an average moose, but I loved him anyway. My dad was a dad that wanted to know everything about us and wanted to be our best friends. He was awesome until you made him mad and that’s when he got frightening.

I heard once that he caught Ethan doing something bad, which of course pissed him off. To stay away from dad, Ethan locked the door and my dad hates when someone locks their door. So he mustered up the strength to literally punch a hole through Ethan’s bedroom door. His hand was broken but it taught Ethan to never lock the door when dad’s around.

“How was your first day of school, Carly?” Asked, Dad, sitting down in the chair across from me.

I knew my dad probably better than he knew himself and I knew he wasn’t gonna stop looking at me till I actually said something. What was I gonna say? Hey, dad, I met a boy today who I might like and he invited me to a party? If I did say that I think his head might pop off. Amy would be excited and he would be agitated with his whole, “you can’t hang with boys till you’re thirty act”. So I just went with a common phrase.

“It was good.” I said shoving noodles into my face, almost choking on them.

“Tell me more.” Said Dad

“Well, I got no homework today. Every class was boring except for art. I hung out with my friends at lunch. Nothing special.” I said quickly still shoving noodles into my face.

“Sounds like an experience. Saige, what about you?” Asked, Dad, turning toward Saige.

“Well, we got to know each student and I met some new people. The teachers were all cool except Mrs. Karl who yelled at me for sharpening my pencil while she taught. I mean I get it but the way she talked to me was uncalled for. The rest of the day was fun. Well, as much fun as you can have fun at school, I guess.” Said Saige

“How about you Ethan, anything exciting happen at school? Make friends, have an exciting class or learn something new? I would love to hear about it.” Said Amy

“Just the usual crap.” Said Ethan

“Would you like to elaborate on that?” Asked Amy

“Why would I tell you? All you are is my mom’s replacement.” Said Ethan

“Ohhh...” Said, Saige, quiet enough so Dad couldn’t hear her.

“Do not treat Amy like that. She is trying her best to be a mom for you and the others. Amy is my wife and I’m sorry you’re not happy about my choice but I love her. So apologize.” Said Dad

“I will never apologize because I’m speaking the truth. She’s a replacement. Why else would you marry her so soon after mom’s death? You married her so you could get out of grief. I don’t get that luxury and I am stuck with that pain every hour of every day.” Said Ethan

“Ethan…” Began Dad

“Don’t Ethan me. Today I got beat up by kids twice my size. If mom was here she would have seen it a mile away and came to my aid, but today no one came. If you cared you would have noticed my black eye or that I was limping. If you knew what I wanted or felt, you would have known that. This horrible woman blocks your senses!” Yelled, Ethan, as he ran up to his room, slamming the door.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it? I didn’t mean to ruin your family but when I love something, I go after it. When I first saw you I knew you were the one, but I will never be their mom. Maybe I should just leave, it might be better that way.” Said, Amy, as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“He’ll realize how amazing you are, don’t worry.” Said, Dad, giving her a hug. Now that everything got really, really awkward Saige and I started for the stairs.

“We’re gonna go upstairs and get some rest before school tomorrow.” I said as Saige ran ahead of me, almost tripping on the last step. She looked back at me and mouthed thank you as she ran up to her room.

“Okay, goodnight!” Said, Dad, still hugging Amy.

“Night.” I yelled down the stairs as I walked into my room.

This was the first time in awhile that I had a nightmare. The following months after the crash every time I closed my eyes I was brought back to that night. The night my mother died. I would wake up screaming and soaked in my own tears. It would take my dad minutes to calm me down, to assure me it wasn’t real. One day, I realized she was gone. That I wasn’t gonna get my mother back and it stopped. I haven’t had a nightmare since, well until tonight at least.

Something about this nightmare was different. It wasn’t my mom’s death but something much odder. I found myself in the yard of a house, it looked like it had been abandoned for years. The wood was cracked and rotten, windows boarded up and shattered, paint chipped and smeared. The house looked like a place the homeless might crash at. No way a normal person who had senses would dare set foot in the broken down building.

But I was wrong. I looked toward the house and a man walked out. He was tall, maybe six foot. He had hazel eyes, chocolate brown hair, and he was wearing a gray t-shirt and jeans. The shirt was just a little too tight, showing off his muscles perfectly. He was like thirty so eww but he wasn’t half bad looking. He started walking toward me and within a blink of my eye, we were face to face.

He studied my face like an animal did to its prey. His face read regret but his eyes were a different story. There was something sinister staring back at me, something too dark to see. His hand started to stroke my cheek as he spoke, “I thought you’d come. Considering your boyfriend would pay the price if you didn’t.” Boyfriend? Wait, I have a boyfriend? Maybe this nightmare will have an upside.

“I came like you asked, now let him go. I won’t give you what you want till I know he’s safe.” I said backing away from the man. The thing is I never said any of that. It was like I was watching through my eyes without a voice. It was my body and my voice but someone else was in control.

“Do you think you have a choice? I can take your blood whenever I want and you can’t stop me.” Said, the man, grabbing my wrist; hard. He smiled at me with a creepy smile that made my heart pound.

He looked at the ground for a few seconds and when he looked back up his face had morphed. His eyes looked like black abyss’, his teeth grew into fangs, and he had become a monster. He kissed my wrist as I tried to pull away, but he was much much stronger. He kissed my wrist and then bit into it like an apple. I struggled but to no avail as he pushed my back into a tree. The man lifted his mouth and starting sniffing my neck. I screamed at myself to move, to fight, but of course no response. He whispered something into my ear but I couldn’t catch it before his teeth sank into my neck.

As his teeth pierced my skin I was thrown out of my body, landing next to myself. I looked down to see that I was transparent like a ghost. When I looked up I was still being bitten by the monster. It was me but also not me. I stood up yelling, screaming, even trying to pull her away but I just went right through her and him.

When he bit into her, well technically me, I felt everything. As his teeth pierced her skin blood dripped down mine. It felt like a thousand needles poking me in the same spot all at once. I could feel my life draining away into his mouth, even though he was biting her. I could tell she was trying to scream, to let someone know where she was, but no words escaped her mouth.

Then he lifted his mouth and dropped her to the ground. She tried to get up onto her feet but she was too weak to even breathe. When she fell, I fell too and I could feel every drop of blood leave from my wound onto the grass. When I looked over she took her last breath and stopped gasping. She stopped moving altogether.

“What the hell are you?” I whispered as I started to lose my breath. I didn’t expect him to hear me but he turned when my voice rang out. His glowing eyes looked straight at me with interest. He crouched down next to me wiping the blood, my blood, from his chin.

“I’m your worst nightmare.” Said, the man, blinking until his eyes turned back to their original hazel color. He wiped some of the blood coming from my mouth with his thumb and licked it off.

“You can hear me?” I gasped choking on a bit of blood. Damn, this nightmare just keeps getting worse and worse. Where is my boyfriend at? I hope he’s okay. I mean I finally have a boyfriend and he’s killed? I really hope not.

“Of course I can, Carly. I’ve been waiting to meet you for a very long time.” Said, the man, smiling an evil grin.

“This is just a nightmare.” I whispered

“It might be or it might not be. Anything is possible if you are as special as you are.” Said, the man, cupping my chin so I’d look into his eyes. He was something I’d never seen before. Something that shouldn’t exist. Something that only existed in horror movies.

“How am I special?” I whispered

“You’re something very rare.” Said the man

“What am I?” I gasp as I take my last breath. I wake up sweaty, pale and shaking. It was just a dream. Nightmares don’t come true. Just forget about it. Besides, it’s time for school. I have a messed up imagination but it seemed so real like I was actually there. I ran to my closet mirror to check my neck for any marks, but there was nothing, nothing at all.

“Carly, what’s wrong? You look shaken.” Asked, Amy, bringing a basket of laundry into my room. When Amy turned to leave she noticed that I was shaking and as pale as the moon. She walked over and felt my forehead to check if I was sick but I shooed her away.

“I’m fine, Amy.” I said digging through my closet for a nice t-shirt I could put over my tank top. After seconds of searching, I finally found my Pikachu shirt. I know, I know. Pokemon’s for boys or Pokemon’s for kids but I like the shirt. I don’t really play the game, like at all, but I saw the show once or twice and the shirt is pretty cool. After I slid it over my head I closed the closet to find Amy sitting on the bed.

“Talk to me.” Said Amy

“I’m fine Amy, nothing to worry about.” I said

“Did you have another nightmare? I could help you get through it, just talk to me. I’m actually a pretty good listener if you give me the chance.” Said, Amy, patting the bed.

“I don’t need a therapist, Amy. I can handle this myself.” I said sliding on my jeans and heading for my backpack. Of course, that wasn’t good enough for Amy and she followed me to the other side of the room. She wasn’t gonna stop so I needed to get out of there; quick.

“Do you want me to drive you to school? I can go warm up the car if you like.” Said Amy

“No, I think I’m gonna drive myself today.” I said running down the steps.

“Wait...” Said, Amy, as I walked outside slamming the door behind me. I only lived about 10 minutes from the school so it wouldn’t take me long to get there. If it took longer than that it wouldn’t bother me, I needed some time to think anyway. Whatever that dream was, it scared the crap out of me. I shouldn’t even be phased by anything anymore but this was different. This felt real.

After finally making it to the building I realized I was actually early. I went in, grabbed my stuff, and headed to class. There’s nothing wrong with being early. I sat down at my desk and that’s when the clocks went into slow motion. Every period dragged on like a turtle trying to run.

Most of the time I just stared out the window and daydreamed. Since it was only the second day of school there wasn’t much to do but listen, so I analyzed the room. I counted the ceiling tiles, books, and desks. There were 240 tiles, 45 books, and 25 desks. I’d also every once in awhile turn back and notice Sam staring at me but this stare was different from yesterday. This stare was a happy one, one that made me smile.

When language arts ended I was actually disappointed that I had to go through two periods without Sam. He was something much cuter to stare at than the plain, white tiles on the ceiling. I made it through both periods and did almost the exact same thing I did in first period. I counted things and stared at Sam, which wasn’t as bad as you may think.

Then the time came for lunch and Christina insisted we keep the conversation going from yesterday. I was hoping she would forget about that but of course, I have the worst luck and she has the memory of a hawk.

“So Carly, is Sam still creeping you out?” Asked, Christina, with eyes of interest.

“Tina, really? What if Carly doesn’t want to talk about it?” Asked Anna

“No, I want to know. Carly, tell me now!” Demanded, Christina, as she waved her arms in the air.

“At first, yeah, but then yesterday after lunch he confronted me. He said he was only staring at me because I was interesting and that he was sorry if he creeped me out. To make up for it, he even invited me to the party on Friday.” I said truthfully

“Did you say yes?” Asked Anna

“No, but I’m thinking about it.” I said with a smile.

“Maybe, he’s asking you because of a bet. I mean he looks like he’d take a bet like that being all handsome, and stuff. I would say no because you literally met him yesterday.” Said Claire

“Claire, are you jealous?” Said Anna

“Just shut up, Anna!” Said, Claire, as her face turned bright red.

“You are! I knew it.” Said Anna

“No! When guys ask you out, it doesn’t always mean that they like you! Sometimes they ask you out just to make you feel bad like on television.” Explained, Claire, crossing her arms as she blushed.

“You’re totally jealous, don’t lie.” Said Anna

“I agree with Claire. I wouldn’t trust him, not yet at least. I mean he’s weird and you barely know him. I’d wait.” Said, Phoua, taking Claire’s side to end their fight.

“Let her do it. She can go to the party with whoever she wants to and I would love to see what happens. She can take the risk and see if it’s real interest or a lie. Carly, gets to choose.” Said Anna

“Yeah...” I said as the bell rang for the end of lunch.

As I walked to art he, again, stopped me in my tracks. This time, he was smiling from ear to ear like a big dork. So instead of trying to get past, I waited to see what he would do. I already knew my answer but I wanted to see what he was gonna say.

“I have come to convince you to go to the party with me. I have many reasons and I have prepared a list. I think you should come with me because...” Said Sam

“I’ll go with you.” I blurted out as I interrupted Sam. He looked at me and gave me a smile.

“Really? Wow, that was easier than I expected. Was it my smile or just my good looks?” Said, Sam, smiling with a surprised look on his face.

“A little bit of both.” I said getting a pen and piece of paper out, “Here is my address and my phone number in case you get lost. We can even color coordinate if you like.”

“Maybe another time.” Said, Sam, putting the address and phone number in his pocket, “I got to go, class is starting soon.”

“Promise we’ll color coordinate next time?” I said completely kidding as I giggled.

“I promise.” Sam said smiling

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