I'm not so sure where this is going to go. Hopefully I'll like the idea enough to turn it into a novel. Crit away!

Hi Vampgrl607![9:05pm]

[Eahottie05 has logged in]

[Eahottie05]: Hey

[Vampgrl607]: hey, do I know you?

[Eahottie05]: do you want to?

[Vampgrl607]: forward much?

[Vampgrl607]: how did you get my IM?

[Eahottie05]: your friend

[Vampgrl607]: uh huh which friend?

[Eahottie05]: sorry, not allowed to tell.

[Vampgrl607]: so this is a hookup?

[Eahottie05]: something like that

[Vampgrl607]: well I’m not looking for anything right now. sorry.

[Eahottie05]: does it really matter what you’re looking for?

[Vampgrl607]: well of course it does

[Eahottie05]: took you a while to answer that

[Vampgrl607]: I’m busy

[Eahottie05]: no you’re not

[Vampgrl607]: and how would you know that?

[Eahottie05]: I’m good at knowing these things

[Eahottie05]: like now, you want to log off and pretend you never talked to me

[Vampgrl607]: that’s a given

[Eahottie05]: are you usually this hostile?

[Vampgrl607]: you bet

[Eahottie05]: you don’t have to be that way with me you know

[Vampgrl607]: no I don’t know. I don’t know anything.

[Eahottie05]: which brings us back to the first question. Do you want to?

[Vampgrl607]: I’d like to know who gave you this IM.

[Eahottie05]: hah, there are much more important things that you should want to know.

[Vampgrl607]: should? I have expectations?

[Eahottie05]: higher than you could imagine.

[Vampgrl607]: why?

[Eahottie05]: hah, we can save that for another time. Why don’t you tell me about yourself?

[Vampgrl607]: Oh no no no, stop trying to change the subject. You asked me if I wanted to know and now I do.

[Eahottie05]: not now. but I will answer your questions. Just give me time.

[Vampgrl607]: time to do what?

[Eahottie05]: you see that would be a question

[Vampgrl607]: OK, then what did you want to know about me?

[Eahottie05]: let’s start out with something simple. Like why you chose that username.

[Vampgrl607]: the vamp part or the 607 part?

[Eahottie05]: the vamp part and then the 607 part.

[Vampgrl607]: they’ve always scared me so, well it’s kinda stupid

[Eahottie05]: I doubt it.

[Eahottie05]: go on.

[Vampgrl607]: well I was taught to become bigger than my fears. And vampires, I know they’re not real or anything, but they’ve always been a fear. Sort of like the fear of darkness, something like that. I told you it was stupid

[Eahottie05]: haha, it’s not as stupid as you think, trust me. was that all?

[Vampgrl607]: well no. you see, it doesn’t work. Trying to be bigger doesn’t really work.

[Eahottie05]: oh?

[Vampgrl607]: no. no matter how good you become, you’re always vulnerable. It’s life. So I figure that if I’m just as bad and just as big, I’ll be an equal. And in life, no one really messes with their equal, you know?

[Eahottie05]: you couldn’t fathom how much I understand.

[Eahottie05]: and what about the 607?

[Vampgrl607]: the day I died lol

[Eahottie05]: …should I be concerned about this?

[Vampgrl607]: xD no. it’s the day I started seeing my therapist, I consider it the day my mind died.

[Eahottie05]: Oh, lol. And why do you see this therapist?

[Vampgrl607]: well, you see I don’t even tell that to my closest friends.

[Eahottie05]: then isn’t it all the more reason to tell it to me? someone that you don’t know at all?

[Vampgrl607]: you do have a point

[Eahottie05]: of course I do, and I doubt your therapist would value this repression

[Vampgrl607]: well, OK. It has to do with my belief in vampires.

[Eahottie05]: I thought you didn’t believe in vampires.

[Vampgrl607]: did I say that?

[Eahottie05]: yes, yes you did.

[Vampgrl607]: that would be denial. I do believe in them, or I did. I’m trying to stop

[Eahottie05]: why would you try to stop remembering something?

[Vampgrl607]: The word I used was believe.

[Eahottie05]: the word you meant was remember.

[Vampgrl607]: what about you and you’re username? Should I even ask what Ea stands for?

[Eahottie05]: lol, I wouldn’t know. This is my friend’s messenger.

[Vampgrl607]: mhm, and why would you use your friend’s messenger instead of your own?

[Eahottie05]: I thought that mine might scare you away at first. Now I’m not so sure. Should I leave without giving it to you risk the consequences?

[Vampgrl607]: I’m going to ignore the consequences comment and tell you no. you owe me enough to answer some questions.

[Eahottie05]: hah, do I? I think I’ve already told you too much.

[Vampgrl607]: not clearly.

[Eahottie05]: or perhaps too clear?

[Eahottie05]: Vampguy507

[Eahottie05]: it’s better if I leave it your choice. IM me if you want to talk.

[Eahottie05 has logged out]

I wasn't always afraid of vampires. It would seem that I was what with the lack of attention I got until the age of six. I'd screamed at the movies when they came up, possible even had a few nightmares, but that was when it was a simple fear. Something you could easily compare with fear of the dark.

It was only after my parents divorce that they'd become too real. My dad told me that it was normal to have these feelings after something dramatic happened. He was always able to be logical with me. His "mellow child" he'd call me. But things had gotten less mellow from there. The nightmares got worse and it became a matter deserving serious therapy.

No matter how normal I tried to act, the impulse to protect myself was far greater. So my dad kicked me out when the bills for my therapy had gotten too high. I was fourteen. I pretty much lived on the subway, sometimes in the forest, then with friends. All the while taking precautions such as a clove of garlic in my pocket as little affect as that may have.

So that's why it didn't bother me, being a twenty-three-year-old woman, and afraid to get up and close the screen door.

I gazed at it expectantly, darkness spilling in like black coffee and staining my room with its eerie shadows; the breeze tussling lazily with my iridescent curtains. My comforter lay heavy and wet on top of my sweating body as I shivered in a failed attempt to look asleep and still.

I wanted to get up and close it, there was no doubt about that, and surprisingly fear wasn't the only thing that kept me on my bed. My eyelids were heavy with sleep and the cool wind that wavered in caressed my hot face. Did it really need to be closed? I peeked at the open space from beneath my eyelids and caught myself before I sighed.

Something was here. Not outside. Not by my door. I could feel the sweat trickle down my scalp and alongside my temple as I shook. My spine curled into itself in fear of what moved beneath it. The mattress arched and slid between my protruding shoulder blades. Then it stopped in a motionless lump in the middle of my back.

I held my breath and did my best to roll over onto my side so that it was no longer beneath me. It shifted and a small whimper squeaked from my throat. I continued to roll. I need to feel like I was doing something to help myself…even if in the end it was over something stupid.

There I teetered on the side of my bed, the wind slicing into my bare back with every blow. It moved closer to me, almost hesitantly, and a musky scent tunneled through my sensitive nostrils almost pungent and yet…intriguing.

I closed my eyes and the shudders that tensed my body calmed to a mild vibrating purr. The smell. I could only compare it to something just as nondescript. Ice. I didn’t know what else to call it. So real and sharp, almost tangent. And then went my eye site.

I couldn’t see anything except for the clammy pink of my eyelids. My lungs tightened in my chest. I couldn’t get enough hair. Shitshitshitshitshit. What the hell?! The sensation evaded me at once and was replaced with a more sudden one. Fight or flight. I rolled off the side of my bed, slamming hard and blindly onto the sleek hardwood. Of course I’d had it polished! Who wouldn’t! Who would know that I’d have to run across it with my eyes glued shut!

I tried my best to calm my mind as I slipped and slid forward on my hands and knees, already raw from the fall. I finally managed to get my feet under me when something leaped onto my back, or fell, it sort of felt like my dresser. I kicked and punched it anyway all the while making mild grunting sounds that couldn’t be easily heard from outside. I couldn’t get it out. I needed help! I gave another finial kick that would have knocked out a sumo wrestler and heard a sickening pop and crunch. For a minute, I was happy dancing in my mind. Hell yeah. That’s what he gets!

And then came the pain.

My toe swelled in less than a couple of seconds. Of course now, after a stubbed toe, I was screaming my ass off. I grabbed the side of my bed for support and then squeezed it as hard as I could, biting my tongue against the pain, which then resulted in more blood loss. I hated this. I wanted my m__

The scraping of metal against rusted metal and I went rigid with nausea. My toe didn’t seem so important anymore, no matter how much I’d broken it. If it had fallen clean off, I didn’t care. My door, someone was closing my door. With who knows what energy I pushed myself off of the ground and looked up. It was just closed. No one was standing by it, no one was watching me. I shoved my hair behind my ear and pushed the rest of my body up. I felt so bruised and beaten. But, I wouldn’t take that trip to my bathroom. The curious-caucasian role that usually set the suspense in movies didn’t apply to me. I was never curious nor “blonde” enough, -excuse my stereotype- to go investigate the noise and or swish of cloak around the corner.

My toe didn’t hurt anymore anyway. I was good and by now I’d convinced myself that my cat had come in and was playing under my bed and that the wind, mental slap, had shut my door. It had me covered for now at least.

I looked towards the door blowing off any fear that it would rework. My kitty. An orange marsh mellow in the cold, hissing at me from behind the glass. There went my theory. If it had even counted as a theory in the first place. Sometimes my logical self annoyed the hell out of me.

I went over to her, murmuring and cooing to calm her, possibly me as well. Next thing I knew my face was smashed into the ground, I was losing consciousness. What ever had been under my bed had grabbed my ankle and yanked me to the floor. I didn’t even have time to panic. The last thing I heard was my door reopening.

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Okay, prolouge complete. No, it didn't take me this long, lol. I've been busy outlining the entire novel evertime I got an idea (which are surprisingly being produced on the mention of a simple word) and I have a really good feeling about this! I know it seems really weird and confusing right now but, again, this is only the prolouge. The first chapter will be a separate post, labled Dark#1 of course. lol and it may take a while, I tend to write long chapters. Enjoy! Oh and thanks Adam for the time idea, I'll add that!(PS I wasn't being racist, my character is actually both white and blonde.XD)