• tab The ocean behind the house was stunning, the wet sand was covered by liquid sapphire and replaced with shells and rocks over and over again "In.....Out......In......Out" thought Jeremy Jones a 15 year old boy who could do anything right now because of his lack of parents who died in an accident on their African tour. And his leagal guardian; his uncle who was as usual out spending all their money on drugs and alcohol. But instead he found himself unable to sleep at 3:00a.m leaning against his bedroom window excepting the cold air that came off of it and looking at "The House"
    tab Ah yes "The House" that would be all that Jeremy and his friends had to say and they would know what they were talking about. It had everything that could scare a kid; creaky doors, cracked windows, and of course a dying lawn that almost had the same color as the ugly gray paint on the house which was cared for and protect by a stinky old man who would scream at anyone under 30 years old.
    tab All of a sudden a shadow in the shape of a human fuigure flitted across the attic window of "The House" this movement made Jeremy jump before he could do anything else the same shadow clouded his vision, seconds after, he saw the window again and felt strong hands tighten around his neck. At neck-braking-speed ice cold fangs peiced Jeremy's neck and the skin it broke started to feel flaming hot, Jeremy was just about to fall into uncounsicousness when a much more feminine but still strong hand gripped his shoulder tightly and pulled him away surley it would be broken thought Jeremy realizing the force and the pain but not caring because he also thought: surley he was going to die. "We have to check with the comitee" The female hissed at Jeremy's predetor
    "but im hungry" he shot back at her. The female, obviously not caring aout the males hunger, put jermy underneath her arm as if he weighed no more than a feather and ran down stairs and out the door. On the way there Jeremy finally fell asleep.
    tab Jeremy woke up on a dusty floor in an almost empty room with a painfully burning neck and a sore back and shoulder. The only peice of furniture in this room was a table which was surrounded by people who all had the same absolutley white skin and good looks, wearing the same black robes with scarlet lace. they were conversing in a tone that made Jeremy feel different than any other of their prey. "We should just kill him!" whispered a man to the woman he was holding hands with, the man looked about in his twenties but when you looked into his eyes you saw an immortal man who must have lived at least 1,000 years, The imortal man's comment let all hell break loose in jeremy's mind. There were about a million voices yelling at him to get out because his life depended on it. He scrambled to his feet and flitted across the room as fast as he could by still being quiet yet his movement still alerted the strange group which now all turned their heads to look at Jeremy. He tried to run faster afraid because if they had limbs as strong as that they could surley out run him. Luckily he found a cracked window which he kicked in and dived through, He found himself in a small alley next to "The House" and a bright yellow house in which his best friend Fiona lived, behind him was the beach so peacful in the early California morning. Seconds after he got through the window the same strong hands tightened around his neck again this time harder and with no fangs. Out from a distance Jeremy heard a bark he would never mistake; the one of his beloved dog Bessie a big black lab who started to attack this beast in a killing position with a hold of jeremy. Jeremy quietly weeped for he loved his dog and wished for him not to die, he wished he had enough air to yell at his companion to stop but amazingly the dog scared off the beast who was now yelping with pain. Jeremy so overjoyed he wanted to scream, he grabbed his dog and practically danced home.

    (second part coming soon)