Today was just like any other day. I would wake up as soon as the sun would go up and I'd unwillingly get ready for school. I thought after high school and once you start college no more math, history, science, English, etc. The only thing I had to look forward to were my dance classes required for my dance major. I breezed through my classes or rather napped threw them. I had to force myself awake for the awful impending doom that was jazz. I was always more of a little trina, I have a sassy personality, but I tend to lack that in dance. When class was finally over I walked back to the dorms hoping to be left alone so I can go lurk creepily on the internet. I was lucky enough to not get stuck with a roommate unlike the other hopeless dwellers at this school. I got up to my dorm and creeped the internet world than went to bed. I expected to wake up and go to class like usual but that didn't exactly happen.

I woke up to voices sounding close enough to be whispering into my ear. I quickly opened my eyes on defense, this couldn't be a dream. I haven't had a night terror since I started coming here. I can't have them starting again. I breathed heavily and forced my eyes shut and hiding under me blankets hoping for rest. My breathing began to regulate but as soon as I calmed down a cold gush of air formed on my neck. I hid under the blankets even deeper but they were torn off of me by what seemed like a gush air. Shit was I being haunted? I can't be experiencing so some exorcist shit that movie is ancient. I was about to scream for help when a tall imposing figure was sitting right in front of.

"Frumos," he whispered to me as he covered my mouth. I sat there quietly just staring into his eyes. It felt like time was at a standstill, I couldn't fight back. I was in a trance. He lifted his hand from my mouth and put a finger over my mouth to hush me. He then grabbed me by the neck and tilted to the side exposing my left side to his cold touch. I didn't want this to continue but I was frozen, he leaned forward kissing me softly on my neck than I slowly began to feel two sharp teeth plunging into my skin when I fell into a deep sleep.

5 years later

"Beware I think this may've been the dorm room that dance major disappeared from five years ago," I whispered into my little sisters ear trying to scare her. The story is true of course but I really doubt this was her room. Nobody knows exactly what happened to her, her name was Amy. She was a freshman here when I was a sophomore I think I remember talking to her once. Just a quiet little brunette, with big brown eyes, really cute, it's a shame what happened to her though. Just disappeared most people suspect kidnapping but some assholes on campus use it as a ghost story to scare the freshman now.

My sister rolled her eyes at me and frowned, "She didn't really disappear, and she probably just ran away."

I laughed at her causing a shiver down her spine, "You know a lot of students say they see her, and the ones who do say she looks dead and she always asks why did they let this happen to her." I was lying of course, but then again I never saw her. I had friends who claim they have, and they were always truly terrified. The two of us finally let the ghost story go and I helped her set up till our parents got here, when they finally did I wished her good luck and decided to meet some friends at a nearby club.

I of course was the first one there, this wasn't exactly a new club but I've never been here. I guess you could say Goth isn't really my scene. I got there and sat at the bar and ordered a shot of vodka as I waited for my friends. I looked at my phone to check the time and instead got a message saying they weren't able to make it. Why did I have to be the only one not to meet my future wife in college? I just ordered a cup of beer and watched all the Goth girls dance. The song switched to some Marilyn Manson song I haven't heard before and there was a different girl dancing that I haven't seen before.

She was enticing and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, every inch of her body. She was wearing a dark blood red dress but it was fairly conservative compared to the others. She had on a leather jacket and a pair of just regular black boots. Her brunette hair was a mess and yet she appeared as graceful as a dancer. Her pale skin stood out like a sore thumb. She definitely stood out amongst all the other vampire wannabes, I continued to watch her dance. It was like she caught me in a trance. She wasn't dancing particularly seductive or anything she just looked like she was feeling the music and having fun.

I was beginning to grow jealous when I saw some of the guys trying to dance with her. I was never the jealous type and I don't even know this girl. It was as if she was calling for me to go dance with her, and I found myself forgetting about my drink and walking towards the dance floor with her. She continued to dance as she looked me in the eyes, they were big and brown. My favorite. As soon as I got close enough she grabbed onto me and began dancing with me. I started to slowly notice some of the others leave the dance floor with wide eyes and turn even whiter than their painted on makeup. My distraction was short lived when the song finally changed and I felt someone nudging me to follow them.

It was her looking into my eyes and holding my eyes and trying to get my attention. She had me follow her outside the club, not the safest place to go but she's so much smaller me, what could she possibly do. When we got outside she just held hand and continued to walk and I just followed her. She was quiet and after a few minutes of just walking she let go of my hand and began to skip ahead of me like a little girl, "where are you going?" I called out her. She just giggled and blew a kiss at me. She continued to skip around the corner and I felt panicked like I needed to protect her, so I ran after her.

There she was just standing there looking at me with a bemused smile, she held out her hand to me, "I'm Amy," she finally spoke. I was beginning to feel this spell she had me under begin to lift and I got a good look at our surroundings. I had no Idea where I was it looked like we were at some dingy apartment that was falling apart. That's funny I don't remember entering any buildings yet here I was. I turned around and all the doors and windows were boarded up and the only light was a worn out ceiling fan right in between us. Where were we? "Aren't you going to tell me your name?" her delicate and smooth voice called out.

I turned back around and there she was right in front of me she had taken her jacket off and she looked like some dark angel. She had a nice amount of lean muscle almost like the other girls I worked with. Though she didn't have any cuts and bruises on her, after all that's what happens when you wrestle. She just looked like some perfect specimen. Smooth pale skin, big almond shaped eyes, and nicely full lips. "Uh, um I'm dean," I stuttered out.

She got on the tips of her toes and moved the hair that was covering my eyes. "Your eyes are really pretty." She smiled at me. I looked into her eyes and was immediately back in her spell. I watched as her once beautiful brown eyes slowly began to transform into a blood red color and a darkness around her eyes began to show making her look sleep deprived. In fact she was beginning to look dead. She grabbed my hand and pushed me against one of the walls, I fell down onto the floor and she sat me up and got right on top of me. She began to softly run her fingers all over my face as we continued to just stare into each other eyes. Her fingers eventually landed on my lips and she focused her attention on them. She leaned forward and kissed a scar I had on my top lip, before she planted a kiss on my own.

Our bodies began to melt into each other almost becoming one she was really grabby and had her hands and fingers wrapped into my hair while at the same time tearing my jacket and tank top off. Her kissed began to slowly move from my lips to my neck and she began to suck on my neck. I felt a sharp pinch on my neck where she was, "OW!" I exclaimed. She looked up at me apologetically and kissed me reassuringly before going back to my neck. This time there was an even sharper pain and she began to get even rougher grabbing onto my neck. It felt like the life was getting sucked out of me and I smelt an all too familiar rusty smell.

I felt my eyes begin to gloss over and my body grow weaker. My vision was becoming blurry and I began to see images of my best friends and family a future at my dream job. Me being future champion and people finally accepting me for who I was. There was a tunnel of blackness growing closer and closer and before I was able to accept the inevitable and grab onto it, it disappeared and I was back.

I saw Amy in front of me with her face covered in blood and licking her fingers. Next to her was an imposing figure. He felt like utter darkness and just plain evil he looked at me and smiled, "now what did my fata frumoasa do to you?" he asked in a strange accent.

She smiled at me innocently with my blood still all over her, "I thought he would make a better mate than an old Romanian guy, we went to the same college where you turned me." I looked at her surprised by her answer, this was Amy the dance major who went missing. The girl everyone assumed was dead yet here she is practically murdering me yet saying she wanted make me her mate. "If he'll accept of course, besides Vladimir our personalities don't mesh." She smiled at me and kissed me again, "welcome to the life of the undead."