I live with V.A.mpires

I told him I hated when he used his southern charm on me. I mean, really? He knows I don't like the country, but he slowly changes my mind everyday with his sweet talk. Everyday I remember our uncanny meeting I can not help but regret it some how. I had been living in Virginia for about two months then. Originally from Brooklyn, New York. I was a city girl,or you could say a girl who liked a lot of civilization. When my widowed grandmother fell ill, It was up to my mother, her oly child, to take care of her. Before, it was just my mother taking the seven hour trip every month, commuting from New York to Virginia. Until one fateful day she decided she wanted to move the whole family down to Virginia to help her. I protested the move so much. I had a life and friends. Were exact copies of my friends waiting there in Virginia for me? No. It was my senior year at J.W. Middle School and I had so much to aspire to in New York. I had planned to go to a specialized high school for the arts to practice my music. Did they have specialized high schools in Virginia? Absolutely not. Brooklyn was my home and I was very familiar with it. I wasn't one to invite dramatic change into my life. I do have to say, if it weren't for my mother moving My family down here, I wouldn't have met him.

My Story Begins after school, May 2nd of last year, just two months after we moved. I had missed the bus. So I had an hours walk home ahead of me. I had to walk along the deserted roads of Halifax County, or should I say deserted hills. The terrain was so lumpy you'd swear it was a roller coaster. Walking home, I admired open fields and cows on the right side of me. It was clear enough for me to see the sunset sky. That was one upside to the country, it had the most beautiful views. Then I felt an annoying pinching on my leg. I stopped and looked to see a mosquito sucking the blood out of my knee. "Stupid Vampire bug!", I yelled at it after I smacked it and wiped its remains on my shorts. That was one of many downsides to the country,too many bugs. I continued to walk and admire my surroundings. To my left was pure woodland. Wich was seemed a bit eerie to me so I stayed to the right near the fields. It was less likely for anyone to come up and surprise me then. I hated walking long distances especially in humid weather. I was starting to get annoyed by the constant buzzing of the cicadas. I was annoyed and frustrated. Why couldn't the schools be closer to the Houses. I kept on the path kicking small rocks when ever I could see one, just to entertain myself the rest of the walk home.

The sun was setting quickly and it was getting fairly dark. I pretended not to care. As the sky darkened, so did the forest to my left. I was actually glad I wasn't home yet. I didn't like being home that much. What with my mother who would constantly nagged me to clean,do my homework, take care of my baby brother when she couldn't, and so on and so on. I can honestly say If we had lived in New York I probably wouldn't have to do so many darn chores. My two older sisters rubbed their over achievements in my face. It was so sickening,and they wondered why I went "Scene". I dyed my hair from its nice honey brown color to Jet Black and was almost always teased. My my wardrobe went extravagant. I asl ohad some of the cutest jewelery that I would buy that came straight from Japan. I tried so hard to be unique. No, to be so different from my sisters.

I was about a mile away from my house, when I saw something move in the forest beside me and heard some leaves being shifted. Like some one was running for a bit then quickly stopping. I looked quickly then turned back to look at the road. It was probably a deer. Lots of those in Virginia. I had even managed to hit one a few weeks earlier when my Uncle let me drive his truck. My face had cringed just thinking about it. Poor fellow, it reminded me of Bambi. I felt so terrible, especially when my Uncle took it, stuffed it and put it in his living room. Its a constant reminder of the day I killed a deer. Way to scar a thirteen year old teenage girl her first time driving. I quickly turned my head to my left. I thought I saw more movement in the forest. I'll admit I was sort of spooked, so I walked faster. Virginia. Deserted. At night, and I was alone. That did not sit that well with me.

I was still no where near my house and this movement was still bothering me. I kept seeing it. Almost like it was following me. With every road I turned down and around every bend It was there. I felt like I was in a horror movie for a little bit. I could see the title now."Scream: There's something weird in the woodlands of Virginia", I laughed at the thought then I saw more movement in the trees. Then my laughter disappeared all too abruptly. I pulled that stupid move you always see in the movies and stopped and asked.

"Who's there?...." I said it about three times and there was no answer.

So I kept walking, but slowly. Any regular girl would have run home out of fear,but my fear started to merge with my curiosity. Like my fear wanted to know what was frightening me. Weird, I know. I put my school bag down on the concrete and squinted my eyes as I peered into the Forest. "I know someones in there!" I said inching closer to the edge of forest. I moved a strand of my hair behind my ear.I could feel sweat drops rolling down the back of my neck. The crickets were growing louder and louder. To the point where it was getting annoying, right along with the cicadas. I guess when you're scared you start to notice the little things. I looked into the dark trees but saw nothing. I rolled my eyes and got this disappointing look and turned around.

I went to go pick up my school bag but it was gone. I was confused and started looking all around me. No one was even there to take it. What was this? I looked around more. "Now who the heck took my bag?" I said out loud. Like anyone heard me. But of course I was wrong.

"I did." a flat out male voice with thickest country accent spoke behind me. I rolled my eyes before turning.

"Jerk! I don't mind living in V.A. but when you hillbillies start taking my stuff its on." I said turning with one hand on my hip the other raised like I wanted to punch who ever it was square in the face.

I got a look at the guy. He stood there in some fitted jeans and a red t-shirt and he was kind of cute but pale. I realized he was holding my bag. I snatched it from him.

"Where did you come from?" I asked him.

"The forest" he answered.

"So there was a person in there...It was you," I said draping my bag on my shoulder.I held the strap. "Don't scare me like that! It's already dark,jeesh" .

I started to walk home again. I knew someone was in the forest. I was relieved that it wasn't some murderer or something. "Wait!" he called. His accent was almost annoying to me. He rubbed his curly light brown head,not that I noticed then asked.

"What's your name?"

"My name?....Really?" I said with so much sarcasm. I laughed and kept walking.

He appeared in front of me in a blink of an eye. Like he was Flash the super hero or something.

"H-How did you do that!" I said pointing at where he stood and where he was now.

"Tell me your name and I'll tell you." he said. I looked at him then rolled my eyes.

"Joslyn Marie,But just call me Joss." I said

"Joslyn...sweet name." he said smiling a bit.

"Are you going to tell me how you did that?" I asked. He started to smile more. And might I say he had such a handsome smile. Again, not that I noticed.

"I'm a Vampire." he said. I burst into giant laughter.

"Come on are you serious?" I said through my laughter."Wow,nice one." I said and kept walking past him.

Then he flash appeared in front of me once again. That time it scared me and stopped my laughter.

"Dude! you did it again!" I said scared. Anyone who moved that fast was not normal.

"Cause,I told you. I'm a Vampire." he said shyly slurring his words together while putting his hands in his back pockets.

I got serious and and examined his appearance,looking at him up and down. "If your a Vampire...Show me your Fangs." I said.

He smiled and there were no fangs. I was just about to yell how delusional he was,that he was a loon,and how lucky he was that I hadn't punched him yet because he was cute. Then his front teeth grew into fangs.

"Crap!! Your a Vampi-" I started to yell but he covered my mouth so quickly it took me a few moments to realize we were so close. Too close. I could smell him. He smelled like soil and rose oil. His hand on my mouth was so cold,but it was so warm and humid outside. He was a Vampire and I was starting to comprehend it.

"Shh" he said looking into my eyes. Come to think of it his eyes were a dark red. He let me go. I just stared at him.

"What? So now I expect your going to drink my blood?" I asked calmly,hoping the answer was going to be no.

"Well..." he started.

"Well what?" I said wanting the answer.

"That was the case at first,but not anymore."

I took a breath of relief."Good." I said and I just stared. There was V.A.mpire standing right in front of me.