A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first story on here. I'm obsessed with vampires so why not write a story about them? This first part is slow because all the true action comes in the next chapter. Anyways. Here it is. Write a review if you want to share your thoughts. Yeah!

"See ya later Ma!" I shout as I grab my backpack and head for the door.

My mom sticks her head out of the kitchen and says, "Where are you going?"

I stop at the front door. "Quick trip to the library. I want to check out this book Sasha told me about."

My mom steps into the hall. "I thought Saturday was library day. It's Tuesday."

"I know. But I've got a test tomorrow and need something new to read afterwards."

My mom gives me a knowing smile and shakes her head. "Alright bookworm. Be back by 8. Dinner is at 8:30."

I salute my mom and turn back to the door. "No problem."

I walk out the door and head to my car. I have a silver 2012 Nissan Altima. Nothing flashy, but I love my car. I'm lucky to have it. It was a birthday present on my sixteenth birthday. I'm almost seventeen now so I've done a good job. Not one car accident.

As I slide into the driver's seat, I glance in the rearview mirror. Satisfied with the lack of pedestrians, I pull out and head for the library.

I live about 10 minutes away from the library. I don't live in a huge neighborhood, but I do have neighbors. The library is downtown and pretty big. It's not a modern, up-to-date, swanky library, but it has books and underground parking. The perfect place for me.

I park in the parking lot and head to the elevators. Once I get upstairs, I notice that the place is pretty much empty. I'm not surprised though. Not many people come to the library in the middle of the week.

I say hello to the librarian, Mr. Matt. He's the nicest guy around. He's about 40 and always helps me out with finding books.

I stroll up and down the aisles looking for the book my best friend Sasha told me about. Apparently there's a really good book about a psychologists who doubles as a murderer.

"Carter…" I mutter as I look around for the book. I finally find the book and glance at my phone. 7:15. I've got some time. I sit at one of the tables and begin to read the book.

My phone buzzes signaling that I've received a text message. I check my phone and it's from my mom: Don't be late!

I check the time. 7:48. Crap! I totally zoned out again. I jump up and run over to Mr. Matt.

He takes the book and says, "Running late again?"

I take the book back from him and smile. "When am I ever not running late?"

We share a laugh before I sprint to the elevator.

As I hop off the elevator, I curse my luck. Some of the lights are broken again. I'll have to tell Mr. Matt next time.

I look around me cautiously and start to walk to my car. It's ominously quiet down here. I don't like it at all. It gives me the creeps. The hairs on my arms rise as the wind shifts outside. I've got the weirdest feeling. I can't describe it. I'm just really uncomfortable down here. When I get next to my car, I take off my backpack and search for my keys.

I'm suddenly slammed against one of the cement pillars. I drop my backpack and instinctively scream, but my mouth is immediately covered.

"Stop that," a deep voice commands me.

I look up at my attacker. With such bad lighting, I can barely see his face. From what I can see, he looks about eighteen or nineteen. He has black silky hair and pale skin. His eyes are slate grey and menacing. They're pure evil. If he wasn't attacking me at the moment, I would find him extremely attractive. But he is, so I don't.

I struggle in his grip and try to free myself. He pushes me harder into the pillar. I squeak in pain.

"I said stop," he growls.

My eyes widen in fear.

"Your eyes are pretty when you're scared," he mutters.

My eyes are dark brown, almost black. They almost turn red at his remark.

I realize he's enjoying this. He's a sick creature and is happy to see me scared.

I immediately become angry. I bite his hand and knee him in the stomach. He grunts and begins to fall, and I run for the elevator. I'm almost there when I'm tackled from behind and flipped onto my back. My attacker sits on my stomach and pins my hands at the sides of my head. He bares his teeth at me, and I immediately freeze.

"Are those fangs?" I whisper.

He smirks at me and leans closer. "Yes they are," he whispers. "And I'm about to use them too."

My hearts beats faster in my chest, and I quite literally lose my mind. He's a vampire. This freak is a vampire and he's about to kill me.

That thought wakes me from my trance. He's trying to kill me!

"Don't you touch me!" I hiss.

He stops leaning towards me and blinks at me.

"What did you just say?" he asks curiously.

"I said not to touch me." I seethe. "I'm not afraid of you."

He tilts his head to the side in a gesture that I would find adorable in any other situation.

"Let me get this straight," he starts. "You aren't afraid of me?"

"Of course I'm not afraid of you! I'm just royally pissed off. What the heck do you want?" I yell.

He leans his head back and gives out a bark of what I assume is laughter.

He looks back down at me and shakes his head like I'm an idiot. "Let's see. I'm pinning you to the ground as I lean towards your neck with really sharp fangs. What do you think I want?"

I glare at him. "Well you can't have it," I say stubbornly.

He raises both of his eyebrows at me. "I don't think you're in any position to negotiate."

As if to emphasize his point, he tightens his grip on my wrists. I grit my teeth and intensify my glare.

"Will you quit that?" I shout. "I get your point."

He opens his mouth when a buzzing cuts him off. He frowns and looks at me.

"Don't look at me. My phone is over there." I nod my head as best I could towards my car.

He sighs in aggravation like it's my fault his phone is ringing. He grips both of my arms above my head with one hand and reaches for his phone with the other.

"What?" he snaps.

I raise my eyebrow at him. Clearly he doesn't like being interrupted before a meal.

"I'm busy," he grinds out.

I snicker at his frustration and am rewarded with a tightened grip on my wrists and a sharp look. I hiss in pain and try to pull away. He smirks at me and continues his conversation. I'm left to stare at his face when he turns away from me.

I realize how weird this situation is. I'm being sat on by a vampire and having a pretty civil conversation with him. I must have hit my head really hard because this just isn't natural!

The vampire sighs and says, "Fine. I'm on my way." before he hangs up.

"So. How's the family?" I ask sarcastically.

He grimaces at me as he puts his phone away. "What the heck is wrong with you? You're doing this all wrong."

"I'm sorry." I bat my eyes innocently. "Would you prefer that I scream until you kill me?"

"Yes actually."

I smile. "A shame really. I'm not going to. Go ahead and kill me. You won't enjoy it I guarantee it."

What is wrong with me? I'm not supposed to tell him to kill me! It's gotta be the adrenaline talking.

He tilts his head again and just stares at me. After a very long and heavy silence, he finally shakes his head.

"I really don't know what to do with you," he says.

"Well, no one ever outlawed releasing prisoners," I say with a shrug.

He blinks at me, and then slowly releases my wrists.

I sit up slowly. "I can't believe that actually worked."

My attacker quickly gets off of me, and his face becomes a mask of ice.

"This never happened," he says.

"As if anyone would believe me," I mutter as I rub my wrists.

His hand is immediately around my throat. "This is not a joke," he growls.

I scratch at his hand until he finally releases me, and I instantly fall on the floor.

"Jerk," I choke out as I try to catch my breath.

"Just get out of here," he growls.

I stand up slowly and back up towards my car.I grab my backpack, quickly hop in my car, and drive off without looking back.

As I pull into my driveway, I have to force my breathing into slow and steady breaths. It dawned on me on the ride home that I had almost died. Correction: I was almost killed. By a vampire. I think it's safe to say that I'm freaking out.

I climb out of my car and head inside.

"Melanie!" my mom shouts. "You're 10 minutes late."

"Sorry Ma," I reply. I have to keep cool. Can't make it seem like a vampire almost killed me in the library parking lot.

I walk to the dining room and hug my mom. "Sorry. Got distracted…" I say.

My mom simply shakes her head. "Dinner is almost done. Go clean up."

I quickly run up to my room and close the door. I throw myself on my bed and stare at my ceiling. I'm surprised my mom didn't notice me shaking. I go to my bathroom and stare in the mirror. My black hair is a natural disaster. My skin is more pale than usual. Normally I'm pale but not this pale. I guess vampires do that to you. I take a deep breath before I head back downstairs. It will take a miracle for me to make it through the night without having a panic attack.