Black Night, Red Moon

My name is Madiline Baker, and I have found out something that may cost me my life.

Two weeks ago, as I was walking back from school, I found Carter, my father's friend's son, leaning over a persons prone body. When he got up, his lips and mouth were stained with blood.

Vampire.

I screamed and ran home as fast as I could, trying to escape the horror of what I had just witnessed. Father has said that we are invited to a dinner at their house. I'm afraid that I will not return.

As we walked up to their home; a dark decrepit looking thing, shivers raced down my back bone. My father rapped three times on the door.

RAP RAP RAP.

It creaked open, revealing the interior.

"Guten Tag, Herr Baker!" Carter's mother greeted us in her german. She was as pale as the moonlight, but not tonight. Tonight the moon was red. Blood would be spilled. Carter walked gracefully into view. I shuddered as he walked up to me, taking my left hand and kissing it gently. His skin was like dry ice. It was so cold it burned.

"Madiline," he said curtiously. My parents smiled, oblivious to what I knew.

Vampire.

My parents went into the building. I started to warn them not to go, but courtisy stopped me from being rude.

Carter extended his arm out to me, intent on leading me into the house. I took it hesitantly, every part of my body screaming at me to run away. To run away and never look back. With any idea whether my parents were alive or dead, the thought looked pretty nice for a moment.

"So, Madiline, have you been enjoying your school year lately?" he asked, his cultured tones ringing in the large halls. I wasn't paying any attention.

"Wha? Oh... Yes, I have..."

"What are you studying?"

"American History, Math, Science, Literary Classics, Chior, and Orchestra." I relayed back to him steadily. My heart was racing, adrenilane coursing through my veins. Carter smiled, his pointed teeth glinting in the low light.

"Literary Classics? Like what?"

"Black Beauty, The Princess Bride, Peter Pan... and Dracula. You know, stuff like that."

The last one took him off guard. I could tell by the hurried way he recomposed his face.

"Dracula? That's one of my personal favorites," he flashed his gleaming smile at me once more.

I starred of into space, pretending I hadn't heard him. How big was this house anyway? We had been walking for several minutes.

"Madiline?" he asked, "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, of course. Dracula is one of my favorites too. Mostly for the fact that it tells you how to kill vampires."

He stopped short for a moment.

"What's wrong?" I asked innocently.

"Sorry, slight dizzyness." he apoligiezed.

"Maybe you should go sit down?"

"No, it has passed."

We walked along in silence. My hand still was placed dutifully on his arm, afraid what would happen if I let go.

"You seem... uncomfortable... to be around me. Is there something wrong?" he asked, his eyes looking deeply into mine. The irises were bright bright green, and glowed.

"No. Just amazed at what a large house that you have. It probably has bats."

He stopped short again.

"How could you? Were you?" He whirled around and I found my self pinned by the throat to a wall, breath choking out of me.

Vampire, I mouthed silently. His eyes bulged. I found myself then on the floor, pinned in place by his hands.

"How did you find out? Were you the one who screamed?" He asked me. I nodded furiously. He roared in anguish and sent me skidding acrosst the floor. I picked myself up and ran for the light at the end of the tunnel, and exit from this nightmare.

"Damn!" I heard him yell, "She's going for the border line!"

I smirked in releif. If it was a border,I'd be able to cross and he'd not be able to follow!

Then I heard him crashing through the forest to get me.

"No!" I screamed and pushed myself faster. I was hoplessly lost!

WHAM!

I ran smack dab into a tree. My head rang as I sat upright, feeling blood pour out of a broken nose and several cuts on my legs and face. I heard him come up behind me.

"Hello," he whispered. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I pressed my lips together in a tight line.

"Well," Carter hissed, "someone is being difficult."

In responce, I twined my hands a round my throat, protecting my vital blood workings. My heart was beating so loudly I doubt he wouldn't have heard it.

"I don't regret this. You know to much about me and my family."

I screamed as he broke my grip on my own neck easily, as if ripping apart play-doh. He bent down and pressed his mouth into the hollow under my chin.

The forest went black as I drifted away into nothing.