This story is actually 100 percent mine. There is no category it falls under, as it my own original work.

Enjoy!

As Tyler was walking home from school, a thought was going through his head. Would what happened at school have any consequences? No. No one can do anything about it. In truth, he wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, but he knew it was out of the ordinary…

Just before fourth period, Tyler was at his locker. He pulled out his geometry textbook, and shoved it into his already full backpack. Closing his locker door, he jumped to see a girl standing there, her back up against other lockers. She was a strange girl, and most everything she said was either mysterious or made no sense whatsoever. Her clothes tended to be red or a dark blue and her black hair usually had streaks of green or yellow in it. Her black eyes almost always had a mischievous glint in them, and you could never tell if she was lying or telling the truth.

“Hi Tyler!” she said, giving a slight smile.

“Morana,” he said simply.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” she asked.

“Why do you ask?” he asked curtly. He wasn’t in a very good mood. Tyler was certain that he had failed the history test last period and he didn’t want to know what would happen when his parents found out that he had failed yet another test.

“Well, I wanted to see if you wanted to go to a movie with me. There’s a new horror film out, and I would like you to come see it with me.”

“Sorry, I’m busy tonight,” he lied, an uneasy expression crossing his face. This wasn’t the first time she had asked him a similar question, and something odd always happened after he declined; wolves howling outside his bedroom window, bats in his mom’s car, etc.

“You’re lying,” she stated, her smile fading. “You just don’t want to spend time with me.”

“It’s not that,” he said hurriedly. “I just don’t want to.” And with that, he turned, and started heading to his next class, not knowing what effect it would have on the girl. Anyway, he didn’t really care, either.

“You will regret this!” she yelled after him, her voice becoming more ecstatic with every passing word. “You have crossed Morana for the last time! Blood shall be spilt because of you! After tonight, never again will your eyes see the light of day! The creature of the night will have her revenge!”

The rest of the day had been normal after that. He hadn’t been worried at first; that outburst had been typical Morana. Yet as the day progressed, he could help but feel a sense of foreboding.

That night, at around 11:30, he was alone in his house; his parents were out of town, something he was grateful for. Throwing himself onto the couch, he turned on the TV and began to flick through the channels. There was an old black and white movie on about a vampire; he didn’t really know what was going on in the story, seeing as he only half-way paid attention. Before he knew it, the grandfather clock in his parents’ dining room struck midnight. Just then, as if someone had cut the wires, the power went out. The room was dark. As Tyler’s eyes adjusted to the blackness, wind began to howl outside, and the force of it threw the window open with a loud bang. Cold air rushed in, sending a shiver down his spine.

Then, as if someone had switched on a lamp, a light came on in the kitchen. It wasn’t the normal florescent-white he was used to, but a deep, eerie red. With it, came a strange medley of smells; smoke, jasmine, and the metallic scent of blood.

Curious, he peered into the kitchen. A tall figure stood their, hooded and cloaked, all in black.

“Who are you?” he dared ask, his voice shaking slightly. He couldn’t help being scared; the thought of a strange person appearing in his house under such mysterious circumstances was daunting.

The figure turned. A girl stood there. Her alabaster skin contrasted widely with her oily looking black hair, the strands of which were tinged with a dark emerald green. The irises of her eyes were black, and the whites were, strangely, a blood red. She wore a black nineteenth-century dress; it was modestly cut, its sleeves were torn, and the hem of the skirt was hanging in tatters. She seemed strangely familiar.

“Who are you?” Tyler asked again. He was becoming genuinely frightened now.

“After tonight, never again will your eyes see the light of day,” the girl said, her voice dark and emotionless. Tyler blanched. He knew that voice.

“Morana?” he said, barely above a whisper.

The girl smiled, revealing bone white fangs. A black presence came over his mind, crushing his will, and enveloping his senses. Come, a dark voice said in his thoughts, emanating from the presence. He stepped forward jerkily, an act he had no control over. The vampire’s claw-like hands grabbed hold of him. She pulled his head back, at the same time brushing his dirty-blonde hair away. He felt those long fangs sink into his neck. He felt the blood being drained out of him. He struggled, and an intense pain coursed through his veins.

Don’t fight it, the voice said. As it spoke in his thoughts, Tyler began to feel weak. He collapsed as his knees gave way, and Morana's fangs were jerked out of his neck. She caught him in unnaturally strong hands, lifting him a few inches off the ground. She brought her mouth to his neck once more, and pierced his flesh a second time. Lights began to dance in Tyler's eyes, and he couldn't think clearly. In fact, he could think at all.

He shut his eyes as the world fell into blackness, never to open them again.

A/N: I hope you like it! It's been revised from the original. And, Morana just so happens to mean 'death'. I thought it'd be very fitting for a vampire. Please review!