Chapter 1

 

Chapter 1

 

I woke up my breathing was hard and I was gripping the sheets. It’s one in the morning. I woke up from a nightmare. The same nightmare that has been haunting my dream for four years. My name is Arianna Elizabeth Wolf. I live in Boston, Massachusetts and I’m twenty years old. This nightmare I get all the time. It always comes back. It’s about the night my life changed forever, the night I lost Alex. Why don’t I just start from the beginning? When I was fifteen I was walking home. I saw this guy. He was a little strange he was wearing like a black trench coat but he was so handsome. I got a feeling in my gut that he was bad news. I turned to go home and he was in front of me. He asked me where I was going and I was like away from you. I still remember my heart started racing and he came at me. He was on top of me and I saw the flash of fangs. At the time I didn’t know vampires even existed. He had me pinned to the cold hard ground. My back was hurting, my jacket was ripped. I thought I was going to die. Then I saw blood blossom on his chest. Someone had staked him. All I was thinking was thank god he’s dead. Then I thought what if I’m in danger to. The person with the stake pushed the vampire off me. I had my arm covering my face if he was going to hurt me I would not see it coming. The person knelt by me. “It’s okay I won’t hurt you.” he murmured. I looked up and saw the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life. He had chocolate brown hair and the most perfect sky blue eyes. From what I could tell in the dark he had a slight tan and a muscled body. I tried to sit up. He helped me up. “Thanks for saving me.” “No problem.” he answered back. “Um…what’s your name?” “Oh sorry, it’s Alex.” It was the first time I met Alexander Brian Williams he saved my life. If only I knew then what would happen. Thinking of it now I remember everything. How we we’re together for a year. My mother didn’t like him at all he was two years older then me and she hated him for that. Every time he was over she would be such a jerk to him. He didn’t mind as long as he was with me.

So a few months after we met, Alex said he felt like he was being watched. We never told our parents that there are vampires no one would believe us. We had no one to turn to. I told him it was probably nothing. Then one night we were out alone and we saw a bunch of vamps hidden in the bush. We got away that time. They didn’t see us at all. As if they were just watching. We knew we were in trouble someone was after us. I didn’t know what to do. We knew it was because Alex killed that vampire and I was so scared. 

A year after we met me and Alex we’re sitting in my backyard my mom was at work so it was peaceful. We were just talking. I heard a noise coming from the bushes near my fence. Then we heard a musical voice. We jumped to our feet and Alex grabbed my hand and we ran. We hid in the back of a cable van. I heard the growling outside but I didn’t think they saw us. It was dark in the van. I could barely see him. I grabbed his hand and squeezed. My heart was beating so fast. I was catching my breath, and Alex was staring into space. His blue eyes, glowing in the dark. His brown hair was a mess of spikes from running. I crawled closer to him and laid my head against his chest. His heart was beating fast to. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I loved him with all my heart I know he did to. He said it to me once when we were laying on the floor in my room.   I whispered it in his ear. He smiled and said it back. I sat up and kissed him. He got real into it too. His hands were in my hair. Then we broke apart. We had to be quiet. We heard them walk away and I let out the breath I was holding. Why when you think things are safe you never are? The vampires bashed the door to the van in I went to grab Alex but he pushed me into the corner. He put up a fight and fought them off. But they got him anyway. They dragged him away unconscious. I saw the bite marks and all the blood. That memory will haunt me for the rest of my life. I lost him and it was all my fault.  Why did they not notice me? Why did he push me into that corner? Why is life not fair?

I ran in my house my face dripping with the tears that were still flowing. I told my mom everything. She didn’t believe me. She thought I was crazy. She called the police anyway, and they never found him. Everyone thought I had lost my mind. My mother took me to psychiatrist and he said it was from the shock of the event. My mother had never liked Alex, but she felt bad for me. She thought I would get over it and forget about him. If only she knew that from that day till now, four years later, that night would replay in my head and I would lie in bed and think. Why, why was he taken? Why him and not me?