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Her palms were sweaty, and her stomach twisted with a mixture of anxiety and excitement as she waited for her computer to boot up. She bit her lip. Would he be there? She tapped one finger on her keyboard and looked around her room. This computer was so slow.

Her gaze fell upon a movie poster on the wall, a close-up of a very pale young man with shattered glass around him. She sighed and smiled.

Her computer finally finished booting up and she turned back to face the screen, clicking impatiently to open her browser, select a bookmarked site and log in.

As the chat room loaded, she chewed on her fingernails. Would he be there? He had to be there. He promised. She leaned forward and scanned the list of names.

He wasn’t there.

She sat back, her shoulders drooping.

He promised. Why wasn’t he there?

A string of hellos appeared on her screen. Her friends had noticed her logging in. She typed a quick reply, but her heart wasn’t in it. She didn’t want to talk to them, she wanted to talk to him, and he wasn’t- wait. Wait! There he was! He was there! He was just a little late, that’s all. She smiled and leaned forward again, and there, just as promised, the private chat box popped up.

“Sorry I’m late,” he sent. “I got a little held up. I hope that you weren’t too worried.”

She smiled. He always typed his messages all proper, it was kind of cute.

“no probs,” she sent back, “i knew u wd b here”

“I want to meet you,” he sent. “Tonight.”

A shiver ran down her spine. She didn’t think twice. She sent him her address.

Barely twenty minutes later, her doorbell rang. She raced down the stairs and threw open the door. Standing on the doorstep, she saw a pale young man, gorgeous grey eyes, dark hair, smart black clothes. Her heart was racing as she smiled.


His smile was amazing. She felt weak at the knees.

“Hello,” he said. She nearly fainted. His voice was so incredibly sexy!

“C-c-come in,” she stuttered. “Do you, um, want tea or something?”

He shook his head and smiled as he stepped across the threshold. “I thought perhaps we could just hang out for a while, in your room perhaps?”

She smiled and nodded her head, afraid to speak for fear of stuttering again and sounding stupid. She gestured up the stairs and then raced up them. He followed, still smiling that gorgeous smile.

She sat on the bed and looked up at him shyly, pushing her fringe out of her eyes with one hand. He sat down next to her and smiled.

“Do you know what I am?”

She nodded as he sat down next to her.

He turned towards her, leaning forwards to touch her face with one ice cold hand. “Say it,” he whispered.

She looked deep into his eyes. She felt like she could drown in them. “Vampire,” she whispered back.

He nodded, and smiled. His hand grabbed her hair, hard, pulling her head back painfully as his jaw distorted and sharp teeth descended upon her. She screamed briefly, writhing in pain and agony as he tore into her neck, teeth ripping her skin and shredding through muscles. It was the worst agony in the world, and there was no end to it.

The last thing she saw before she died was her own blood, splashing up the wall across her Twilight poster.

© Kari Fay