Bloody Bedtime (3) I shifted nervously as I watched the girl sleep. She had given me permission. I was scaring myself to death with the feeling she might punch me. My pupils dilated as light filtered through the curtains. I was happy she kept her lights off. I was going to get beaten for this, but oh well. I was only 2000 something.

Bloody Bedtime (2) I fiddled with the brown braid of my hair, pulling it over my shoulder, staring out the window. Waiting. It had been months now since I had dashed down the stairs and had a pair of cold hands touch my skin, looked up into a pair of red-brown eyes and felt the need to brush the midnight black hair from a young man's face. I had fallen hard for the self-proclaimed undead I had only met once. "Please... Please let him come back today..." I whispered to myself. A silence. Then. A twig snapped. My face lit up and I practically flew out the door I was going so fast, My auburn eyes lighting up with hope and excitement. I ran to the spot I had been standing in so long ago, spinning in a circle, finding only a small, black cat with glistening yellow eyes staring up at me. Slowly, I sank to my knees in disappointment. "Nice, Kitty... You got me so excited over a twig snap. The cat let out a soft meow, rubbing against my leg. "You seem well fed for a stray." I said, a sad smile tinting my frown. The cat mewed again as if agreeing with me. Hesitantly, I lifted the cat, surprised with how social it was, and murmured, "Why don't you come on over to my place and stay a while?" The small animal climbed onto my shoulder and settled around my neck, purring in content as I took it back to the quiet structure I called home to settle in. I brought the black cat into my house, the animal dashing off to discover the new surroundings of the house. I set out a bowl of last nights shredded chicken and some water. I had only just gotten up, but I was already tired. I slipped up the stairs and into my room, discovering the cute, little, black, ball of fur curled up on my pillow. I smiled, pulling my braid over my shoulder again on force of habit. Careful not to wake the cat, I crawled into the bed, yawning. Closing my eyes as soon as it hit the bed.

Bloody Bedtime One And A Half I woke up at dawn, a cool breeze ruffling my curtains. I got up groggily and sat on the window ledge, leaning my back against the wall. I slowly turned my head and stared out at the dawn light covered street. I noticed a figure looking at me from the tree line, just across the street and froze. The eyes were a dark red. Almost a brown, with an soft but harsh glare. I backed away from the window slowly, then ran down the stairs and opened the front door. I ran into the forest, searching for those eyes. I was scared, yes, but it didn't matter. I was suddenly grabbed around the waist from behind by two cold hands. "Your going to catch a cold out here." It was a man's voice. "W-who are you a-and what do you want?" I stuttered. Desperately trying to get out of the man's grasp. "Just to know what you happen to be doing out here so early." I'm sure he was smiling. "I want you to let me go." He rested his chin on my shoulder. " And I don't want to." I became very tense at his actions. I barely knew what he looked like, let alone his name and he was completely at home. I rammed my head into his face, causing him to release and back away. "You hit hard." He wined. "Bite me." I growled. He stopped and starred at me wide eyed. "What do you know about me?" His eyes were still wide. "How did you know that I'm a vampire?" My heart skipped a beat. "Y-your joking..." He looked like I had a gun pointed at him or something. "Your.....joking....." The wind blew through the trees, sun getting higher in the sky. The man seemed to notice this. "No, not joking. Have a nice day." In a blink he was gone.

Bloody Bedtime (The Beginning Chapter) I was laying on my small white hospital bed listening to the annoying "Beep... Beep... Beep..." Of the machine to my left, monitoring my heart beat. Three days that I could count, had gone by in a flash. Doctors in starched, white coats and skinny nurses walking by and the constant high pitched noise of the monitors were driving me insane. The worst thing was I kept seeing that face. The one who landed me in the hospital. In fact. He had no face. It was all darkness with a white mask. People call him... The pocket...? No... That's not it... I can't seem to remember... "I can't. Remember. He'll find me." "Tell us." "Do you want me to die?!" An odd smirk crosses the doctor's face and all the light bulbs exploded in a crash. The white, bone mask floating closer. "Yes, Vivialdi. I do want you dead."