I walked to the school on Friday for the
football game, and to do that, I had to go by Rick Campbell's
place. I didn't know if looking at his house "violated the terms
of our agreement", so I kept my head down until I was a few
houses past his.
Sarah and I sat together at the
football game while the other girls were cheering. We spent
most of the game checking out boys from the other school. I
never saw any harm in some friendly flirting.
After the game, Sarah and I went to the parking
lot to meet the girls. Apparently there was a party that
Brooke, Sarah, and Lindsey were going to, but Mandy and I took
a rain check. She offered to walk home with me, since she lived
one street over. That's so nice of her, I thought.
Mandy was a sophomore, not a junior or senior like I thought.
Other than talking about little things, the walk home was
pretty quiet. We went by Rick's house just as he was lighting
up a cigarette in his driveway. Mandy smiled, waved and said
hello; I kept my eyes ahead.
"Ladies," he said with a nod. I glanced
at him, but instantly regretted it.
He can't get mad at me for
that, I thought. He acknowledged me first, so he broke
the rules, not me.
"Wow, he's cute," Mandy breathed.
"You're so lucky to have him as your neighbor."
"Hehe. Yeah," I said, trying not to give
anything away. "This is my house. Thanks for walking me back." We
said our good-byes and I walked inside, praying he wouldn't
follow me in.
I ate a quick snack with my aunt and
uncle, then went to bed. As I lay there, I felt guilty for not
walking Mandy home. She's prettier and younger and probably
more appealing to Rick. I just hope he doesn't follow
I opened my eyes to darkness. I blinked
and rubbed my eyes a few times and opened them again.
Something moved. Squinting, I could see a shadow-y
figure in my doorway. I didn't even start to scream when the
figure pounced, hand over my mouth, pinning me to my bed. It was
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" he hissed.
How the hell does he expect me to
answer when he's got his hand covering my mouth?
"Don't you dare get snippy with
me, missy. You have no idea of the things I can do to
Did he just-
"Yes. I did," he said,
interrupting my thoughts. "I thought we had an agreement."
I was getting immensely terrified now.
The only thing left to do was beg. I didn't mean any harm.
I tried to pretend you weren't there, honest! But then Mandy
said hello and you greeted back and I was always taught that
it's rude to ignore a greeting. And-
"Enough!" he growled. "This
Mandy girl, does she know me by name?"
"You didn't tell her
Why would I? I thought back.
What are you doing here anyway? She's the one that said
"Well, didn't you say you wanted me to
take it out on you?" I actually thought it, but I may as well
have said it to him. "I mean, if you want me to leave you so I
can have a little talk with her-"
No! Don't! It's my fault, not
"That's what I thought. Can I
take my hand away without you screaming?" I nodded.
He took it away, and like I promised, I
stayed silent, but my lips were quivering. We stared at each
other; he had an "obey me" look in his cold, dark eyes…and
something else. He reached out and snapped my crucifix off my
neck. My eyes grew wide with fear as his turned deep red. He
opened his mouth, revealing two long, razor-sharp fangs, as he
slowly lowered his head to my neck. I instantly tensed up,
bracing myself for the horrid pain that was about to come.
But it didn't.
Then, I felt his cold lips press gently
against my soft skin and again on my cheek.
"Kisses are much better than bites,
aren't they?" he whispered in my ear.
"Please, let me go," I begged with tears
coming to my eyes, fearing he was going to "touch" me. "Let me
go." He began shaking me roughly.
"Shut up! I swear, I'll kill you if you
make a sound!"
Please, no! I won't say any
"Carrie! Carrie, wake up!" said my
aunt, shaking me. "Carrie are you alright? It looked like you
were having a bad dream."
"Yeah, it was about, um," I began. My
crucifix was still intact around my neck. A dream? But it
felt so real! "It was about wicked big spiders and ear
"I see," she said, sighing. "Why on earth
is your window open? No wonder you're having nightmares!"
My heart dropped when she said that.
He came in through the window. It wasn't a dream. "Oh, I
must have gotten too hot last night," I said, scratching my
"Well be careful. I don't want you
getting a cold. Get dressed; we have some errands to run
today." She left and began making breakfast.
I'm going crazy. I know something
went down last night, though! I thought. I laid back down
and replayed my "dream". He came in. He threatened me-again.
Then he acted like he was going to bite me, but instead kissed me
with those cute, pouty lips. I felt a smile come across my
face at that thought. What's wrong with you, Carrie? He's not
cute; he's a bad man who will kill you in an instant! I just
hoped and prayed that I wouldn't see him again, but part of me
wanted another encounter.