Meet me.

Hello, as you probably already know, I'm a vampire. All the other vampires you'll ever know say that they hate their life and all that crap, but as for me, I love it! I was turned while I was walking home from school about two years ago. I was late getting out because of choir practice, so it was just getting dark. As I was walking, I thought I heard someone call my name. When I turned around, no one was there, so I turned back around and almost ran into a person. Well a guy. A very cute guy with black hair, a gray button-down shirt, jeans, and my favorite shoes: Converse. He looked as if he had just come from something important. I really hoped that he didn't have a girlfriend. He almost reminded me of a spy but much, much cuter. Did I mention that he was GORGEOUS?!

"I'm sorry but do you know where Fairway Lane is?" he asked me in a British accent.

That's weird I though to myself that's the street that I lived on. He must be in the family that moved into the vacant house a few houses down from mine.

"If you don't know, it's alright."

"No, sorry, I was just zoning off like usual. Yeah, I know where the street is. Follow me, I'm headed there myself."

"Thanks," he smiled at me and we started to walk and chat.

He asked me what my interests were and what I was good at. I told him that I sing and play piano. Oh, and I was totally obsessed with vampires. When I told him that he seemed surprised. "Vampires?"

"Yeah, they're really cool to learn about. I really wish they were real. I'd die to become one. Every time I think about them I become happy."

"Why?"

"I don't really know, actually. I just do."

"They are real. They're just in hiding. Most don't want humans to know they exist anymore. We were pursecuted enough long ago."

"You say 'we' as if you were a vampire."

He swallowed and turned towards me, holding me by the shoulders, "You swear you won't tell anyone, anyone at all?"

"Tell anyone what?"

"That I'm a vampire"

"I won't. Who would believe me anyway? They'd probably think that I was dreaming something and that I'm just making up another vampire story."

"Thank you," he started to walk away from me, but then he stopped and turned around, "Would you still like to become a vampire Emma?"

"Yes...how do you know my name?"

"Do you honestly think that I accidently stumbled upon you? I've been watching you for months now, trying to learn more about you."

"Hold on, so how'd you get the information about me?"

"Mostly from your friends and teachers. I have a way of erasing memory. I use them for what I need them for and then I clear their memory of any thought of me or my questions."

"Sneaky."

He laughed and smiled at me.

"Do you still need to come to my street?"

"Yeah, I live there. Three houses down from you. The black one."

"Really? I've never seen you out before. Oh yeah, vamps can't be out in the sun, duh."

"Well, just not for very long."

"So, are you going to bite me?"

"You really want to become like me? You might not like it. It's not like you can change back; it's permanent."

"Yes. I really love vampires and I would never want to change back."

"Okay, but remember, you wanted this, not me." He leaned into me, showing his fangs.

Everything went black.