• I shuddered as a sudden whisp of wind brushed lightly against my skin. I could see the night fall slowly over the city, soon the dark would flood in over as it did every night. My long brown hair caressed my face, small curls wrapping around my ear softly. I stared at my parents graves, kneeled in a frozen stance, a single white rose rested gently in my hands, laced between my fingers. Lost in my train of thought, I gripped the rose too tightly; feeling the warm beads of fresh blood trickle down my hand. This was when I remembered rose's had thorns, "Shoot!" I muttered quietly. I watched as the blood dripped off of my hand, bleeding in through the snow, cold red against brilliant white.

    A hand slowly touched my shoulder. I jumped slightly. I looked up to see the familiar face of my boyfriend, Aiden; He looked at me with soft cool eyes. I looked down at my parent’s graves, with Aiden wrapping his arms tightly around me, holding my tear stained face against his chest. He lifted my face up until I was staring into his liquid blue eyes, his hands cupping my face, sliding his warm fingers over my eyes wiping away the fresh tears. "Do you want to stay longer, love?" The warm familiar British accent filled my ears like music, warming me.
    "No, I'll go home." I murmured, placing the now red rose between my parent’s graves. Aiden sighed and wrapped his arms around me, guiding me away, leaving the Cemetery in silence.

    That night my dreams were vivid, real almost. I sat, staring at my own face blankly; made up as if for occasion. My long brown hair was straight wrapped over my neck, brushing my shoulder where it hung. I was so lost in my own face; I was surprised when another appeared behind me. It was that of a girl.

    She stood directly behind me and I felt her cold hands brush down my back as she laced up my dress. She stood her chin high and her eyes positioned down as she concentrated. Her face stunned me and distracted me from my own. She had long black hair which was pulled back tight. Her skin was pale, the color of porcelain. I looked at her in the mirror. Her face was soft yet sharp at the same time. Her high cheekbones and curvy lips. I felt her pull on the last silk ribbon of my dress. Yet she still looked down, her hands on her hips. I suddenly felt the urge to speak, "How do I look?" I asked her.

    She knelt down to my level resting her chin on my shoulder and sliding her face directly next to mine. That's when she looked up her eyes piercing me. Bright, brilliantly cold, golden eyes surrounded by bruised lids. Her gaze reflecting off the mirror directly into mine ran chills down my spine. I could feel my heart pound a mile a minute. Her rose colored lips stretched into a crooked smile. "Like a vampire." she answered in a small, cool voice.

    I pressed my fingers strongly against my temples. I could still hear her voice echo through my mind. I panted in shaky short breaths. Aiden lifted himself from his sleep, "What's wrong?" he asked, panic leaking into his voice. "I...I don't know." I said confused. I took a deep breath as I stepped out into the backyard. I jumped as I felt Aiden; cool hands touched my shoulders, turning so I could face him. "Is there something bothering you?" He asked concerned. I looked into his eyes, thinking if I should tell him about the dream. "No, I'm fine I just thought I heard something that's all." I sighed deeply, hating having to tell him a lie. I rested my head against his chest as he brushed his fingers through my hair, staring at the stars that hung above us. I wasn't sure if he took it as an answer, but I just had to hope for the best, closing my eyes, I melted into his strong frame, and drifted off to sleep.

    As dawn approached the next morning, I was left alone in my bed. Aiden had left early to head home for a family reunion, so today I was going to hang out with my best friend Brittany. I was looking forward to something that could distract me from the mess I've been lately. As I walked to her house, I couldn't seem to get the voice of the girl out of my head. Placing those thoughts away, I concentrated on seeing Brittany. Her voice kept entering my thoughts, trying to shake them out of my head as I walked to Brittany's front door. The voice would not cease, "Go Away!" I yelled in agony. I jumped when the front door opened, "Are you okay, Bianca? Who are you talking to?" I looked up to see the familiar face of my best friend staring at me confused, my tense muscles slowly eased down from my frustration, "Yea, I'm fine, I was just talking to myself apparently I do that a lot often now." I answered rolling my eyes, as I entered her house.

    I entered Brittany's house following the familiar path to her bedroom. She started blabbering about her life as she always does, but I was ignoring her focusing on the voice in my mind. She was always shifting to the topic of the guy in English class, when I interrupted her, "I'll be right back Brit, I got to use the restroom." I excused
    "Oh, Okay." She replied in her usual cheery voice.

    "We'll obviously you want something because you keep bothering me!" I shouted furious at her calm stance. She just chuckled and rolled her eyes lightly.
    "We'll I guess we'll continue this conversation later this evening then."
    "What are you talking about?" I screamed, but she had disappeared.

    "I didn't say anything." A female’s voice said directly right next to me, snapping me out of thoughts there was Brittany standing against the door frame with her hands on her hips. Her expression confused. She had been standing there with the door open for god knows how long, I felt so embarrassed. "Oh I'm sorry Brit." She sighed at my lame excuse.
    "Let's go to the movies." She said sounding a little impatient.
    "Fine" I said stubbornly, I didn't feel like going, but I needed to get out of the house.

    As Brit and I waited in line at the concession stand, I peered through the crowd of people surrounding us. My eyes wandered back and forth until I saw something out the corner of my eyes. A blur of black against the colorful mesh of people. My focus shifted to it as my sight adjusted. It was a girl leaning back against the wall, head down. "Could it be her?" I thought to myself.
    "Here's your drink." said Brits voice interrupted me. I let the cold cup slip into my grasp but my focus was directly on the girl. I stood still like an animal hunting its prey. That's when her face lifted up from under her long hair, my heart jumped. She starred at me with cold, golden eyes. The same crooked smile stretching across her face. i felt my drink slip out of my hands, but I couldn't move, she had pinned me like a magnet to her stare. In the passing of people, she was gone.

    "Great Bianca!?" Brit’s angry voice chimed. "Could you snap back into reality and help me do something for once, help me cleanup this mess!"
    I tapped her shoulder in a rush, my eyes remaining on the empty space where the girl once stood.
    "Brit that girl over there, did you see!"
    "Yeah, sure, whatever."
    "I have to go Brit." I said pushing my way through the crowds, running out of the Cinema. I felt terrible about leaving Brittany there alone, but I no longer felt alone, someone was watching me.

    I rushed into my house, slamming the front door, plopping myself onto the leather sofa, thinking of everything that just happened. As time flew by, I ended falling asleep on the sofa, becoming lost in my dream-like nightmares.

    In my dreams I was in the familiar setting of the Cemetery where my parents lay. The wind hissed through the bare trees, which stretched there long crooked arms against the white of the snow. I heard something move, quickly turning around. Her gaze was just as strong, but somehow softer.
    "I feel we have refrained from proper introduction." she said her arms held behind her back in a poised stance. She reached out a thin hand, her skin as white as snow. "Rosalie." She said in a formal voice. I could tell my expression was dazed as I reached out slowly to shake her hand. Her cold fingers sent a chill up my body as I opened my mouth trying to get the words out,
    "B-Bianca." I stuttered. I still was amazed she was here in front of me; I read the expression on her face trying to straighten my own. She looked as if she were reading something in my eyes. "Oh." she nodded. "Looks like you have company, I'll let you go." She turned her back to walk away. "Wait when will I see you again?" I asked. "Tonight."

    I felt a shrug against my shoulder; I awoke to see Aiden's face. I opened my eyes.
    "Hey." He said. "Would you like to go for a walk?"
    "Sure just let me change." I rushed up into my room, changing into a jacket, and jeans.

    I walked outside the door, now alongside him; he stopped a few blocks away from the Cemetery, where I had the dream of Amanda. I turned to face him. He brushed a lock of hair away from my face with his fingers. "Are you okay?" he asked me concerned. "Yea I'm fine, why would you ask that?" Of course I knew why he would ask. "You've just been acting strange lately." He pulled me closer to him, inches away from his face. "Sorry." I apologized, breathing with a deep sigh; he placed his soft lips against mine, slowly breathing in the beauty of the kiss.
    "I'm in the Cemetery." Amanda's voice instructed. I backed away, placing a finger to his lips. "Sorry again." I sighed, kissing him on the cheek lightly.

    I rushed home to make sure my aunt and uncle were asleep, running back to the Cemetery as fast as I could. I stood there, the snow now blue with the reflection of the night sky, lit by a full moon.
    "I thought you said you were here." I said disappointed.
    "I am." The voice was sudden, and close. I opened my eyes, screaming in shock; there she stood right in front of me.
    "Could you please stop popping up like that?" I stressed my tone, breathing in deeply.
    "Sorry, It’s just fun seeing you get scared like that." She smiled chuckling softly. I smiled back at her.
    "Who are you? What are you?" I slowed down my questions. "How do you know me?"
    I asked looking at her face as she stared down at the glistening snow.
    "....That's a long story."