A/N: A couple of things I needed to let my readers know about this story. I wrote this back in 2007 when I was sixteen originally on Quizilla under the title [Vampires Aren't Real]{Yet I've Been Abducted By One}, but as of now in 2013 I've decided to go through and start editing the grammar and spelling errors. There will probably still be a lot but it's better than nothing. I will be changing some passages and adding maybe a bit more detail on characters, but nothing else for now! I only want to make this easier to read. Thanks for all you guys who absolutely love this story and have brought a smile to my face for years now. ^^

Part One:

"Why are people so obsessed with vampires? How many times do I have to tell them, vampires are NOT real! I've never met one and I'm sure not one of you has ever met one as well. There is no proof that vampires are real. Vampires are not real." There were applauses from some of the class, but the opposing debater glared at me furiously.

The girl standing behind the second podium sighed, "Exactly, you have never met a vampire. Therefore, it is not completely evidential that vampires aren't real."

"It's physically impossible," I snapped at her.

"Oh, and let me guess… there is no life after death, either," she said skeptically.

I scoffed, irritated by her haughty know-it-all tone. "Yes. There is no proof of vampires existing and there is no proof of people living after death," I said sharply, "Without proof, you can't assume something exists. Just like without evidence, you can't convict a person for a crime. It's common sense."

"Well, is there proof that vampires don't exist? Is there proof that there is no life after death?" she asked. I opened my mouth and then clamped it shut. "There is nothing wrong with people hoping for more in this world than what is seen. It's called having faith." This girl who was stumping my debating argument with silly counterarguments was Ruth Berg. She was the richest girl in the school and always wanted to win everything.

"It is wrong. It's wrong to have faith in something that isn't real. It leads to false ideas which cause people to do silly and sometimes horrible things," I argued, but before I could explain further the timer buzzed and I sighed.

"Good," Mr. Poe said, sounding rather pleased with the results of the debate, "Perfect girls. Have a seat." I sat down and crossed my arms moodily, glaring at Ruth as she sat down with her group of followers proudly.

"Look at her tacky clothes. What a metal face weirdo," Ruth muttered to her girlfriends and the class erupted in giggles.

"Oh, so you'd believe in vampires any day, but you laugh at the sight of hole filled jeans and piercings?" I snapped furiously.

"Ms. Kinrey, please quiet down. The debate is over," Mr. Poe ordered. I crossed my legs and started doodling on a sheet of paper as the next two people showed up to debate on gay marriage. My name happened to be Ivy Elaine Kinrey. Actually, it was Iveria...but I preferred Ivy. People love to call me Poison Ivy, not because of that slut on Batman, but because of my poisonous tongue. I've been disqualified from many debates due to my monstrous language, actually. I believed in what I believed and if you didn't agree with me, you've just made an enemy. And as it just so happened, Ruth Berg disagreed with everything I said. She was the rich blonde princess of the school. I hated her.

As for me, I had black hair –thank God—and icy blue eyes. My cold blue eyes fitted my nickname. If looks could kill, everyone would be afraid of Poison Ivy. Though, being poisonous does have its disadvantages. Let's see: all work and no play. No real friends. No social life. No love life. Yep, that's me. This caused me to care less of my clothing, which is why at this moment I have holes in my pants. But all the clothing I do have is black. What can I say? I lean more towards the gothic scene. But one thing people need to know about me is that I hate fiction being taken as facts the most.

The end-of-the-day bell rang and I jumped out of my seat. Just as I was walking out of the room, Mr. Poe said, "Iveria, I need to speak to you."

I sighed dramatically, "It's Ivy, Mr. Poe." Then I proceeded to walk over to my wonderfully bothersome teacher. Mr. Poe was a more heavy-set man and the dedicated debate teacher. He was pretty caring though.

"Ivy," Mr. Poe said with a smile, "You almost cracked up there today."

I scoffed, "I hesitated. That's all."

"Well," Mr. Poe continued, "I just thought I'd let you know you have a gift with arguing, and if you work more on keeping your cool and solidifying your arguments, you'll graduate with top scores. Perhaps college could be waiting for you…" I was a junior; sixteen almost seventeen years old in February which would be in two months.

"Yeah, I know," I told Mr. Poe with a sigh.

"Okay then, make sure you have a good Christmas Break," Mr. Poe winked assuringly. I waved it off and walked away. I had a problem with saying goodbye to people. You'd be lucky to get a 'cya' from the likes of me.

I walked outside to see the entire school student body saying goodbye to their friends, walking to their cars, and some boarding their designated school bus. I, on the other hand, sighed and leaned against the wall of the school. I'd stay here for as long as possible of course. The last place I wanted to go is home. My parents argued so much these days that it drove me crazy. Plus, it made no sense what they said to each other. I preferred it here at the school campus after everybody left it vacant.

People walked pass me without a glance as I sat down. I pulled out a book and started reading. If I didn't get a scholarship, I wouldn't go to college. My family didn't exactly have much money, you see. I shivered slightly in the uplifting breeze. It was going to be a cold Christmas.

I tightened my grip on my jacket and stood up. I guess I was going to go home early today. Whoopee. As I started down the steps, I heard someone say, "Hey, Poison Ivy!" I turned to see Ruth Berg with her clique of rich blonde girls. All were less rich than Ruth, of course.

"Hey, Rich Ruth," I snapped impatiently, rolling my eyes at her presence.

She pranced around me annoyingly and said, "Walk with me." Before I could deny, Ruth linked her arm forcefully through mine own. She began dragging me down the road purposely, continuing to converse with me in a one-sided conversation type of way. "I understand why you wouldn't believe in vampires, Ivy. Ignorant people are always like that; disbelieving." I started to pull her off of me, but she tightened her grip. She was like, I don't know, John Cena and my mother. No matter how hard mom tried to pry her eyes off of him, she couldn't look away.

"I understand why you would believe in vampires, Ruth. Rich blondes like you always have more money than brains," I snapped in annoyance. Ruth only giggled and hit my arm playfully in response. I was confused…

"You're so funny, Ivy," Ruth said and I stared at her suspiciously. Why is she acting so nice? "Anyway, if you don't believe in vampires then you wouldn't be afraid to detour the haunted alley, right?"

I scoffed. "There could be crazy people in there; psychos."

Ruth's eyes brightened, "I knew you were afraid of vampires."

I was so annoyed. "I'm not afraid of anything, Rich Ruth. I don't want to get raped and then die for no reason," I told her angrily.

Ruth shrugged, "I dare you to." She stopped walking and pointed. I turned to see the dark alley and I looked back at Ruth. "Only vampires go in there, remember?" Of course this was just stupid fiction being mixed up for facts.

"I'm not going in there and no childish dare will make me change my mind," I said stubbornly.

Ruth laughed triumphantly, "Aha! Then you do believe in vampires."

That is it! "Fine, I'll go, but if I'm killed by a drunken hobo, my blood will be on your hands and then you'll know for sure there is no such thing as vampires," I cried, raising my voice dramatically. I was a dramatic person, I couldn't help it.

Ruth smirked and crossed her arms, "I'm waiting…" I shook my head and started towards the so called "haunted alley". I took one step in the alley and then turned to Ruth. For a moment, I could have sworn I saw guilt on her face. But it was gone as fast as it was there. "All the way to the end and back." I rolled my eyes but hesitated before I shook it off and started down the alley.

It felt like it took forever to walk down the dark alley until finally I reached the end. All I could see was moldy brick walls, random trash strewn across the ground, dumpsters, and darkness.

"There, I did it," I called down the alley triumphantly. Nobody answered. I shrugged and started back towards the road. I didn't get halfway there before someone appeared in front of me, causing me to jump slightly, startled. But then my stubborn bravery came through and I narrowed my eyes.

"I knew it," I said mostly to myself, "I knew some psycho would show up to harass me. Or are you one of Ruth's jokes?"

This random man loomed over me intimidatingly; reaching well over six feet with broad shoulders and obviously fit muscles that wasn't hidden well by his shirt. He had messy black hair with red highlights and his eyes were just as black, along with a slight red hue in them that glowed in the darkness. Contacts, I told myself.

For a full second, he did and said nothing. I noticed he wore black jeans and a black T-shirt as well... We kind of matched. Except this man held no jewelry on his apparel from what I could see. At least I had better taste in attire with my jewelry, including a black choker with metallic crosses lined all the way around. Plus, I had loads of black and metallic bracelets, along with several rings. Maybe the rings would come in handy when I kicked this hobo's ass.

You may be wondering why I wore crosses if I was an atheist... I always thought a cross was a pretty cool looking object. I was attracted to it, in a nonsexual way. It happens.

"All right," I said finally, "You don't have to answer. Just stay still. It'll be easier on you." I proceeded to start wiping my hands on my pants and rolling up my sleeves before I balled my hands into fists and rose them to my chin.

Suddenly, the guy smiled, startling me on the inside. "You want to play, then? All right," he said with an amazingly deep and attractive voice, flexing his hands as well. I merely frowned and crossed my arms.

"Could you go away?" I asked stubbornly. This seemed to have thrown him off track.

"No play? What happened to Miss Spice?" he asked in disappointment. I wasn't going to tell this freak that I was only bluffing to scare him off. It obviously didn't work. I even had him in my famous poisonous glare.

"I'm going to leave, now," I said coldly and started to walk pass him. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and shoved me against the brick wall of the alley. "Let go of me or I'll scream!" I glared at him threateningly.

"Ah, scream all you want. This is the haunted alley, no one will care," he stated boredly, "You wanted to die, so I'm going to kill you."

I shook my head in disagreement almost automatically, "This is a misunderstanding, see. I do not want to die. Ruth Berg, a girl from my school, told me to come down here as a dare. I'm proving to her that there is no such thing as vampires." I had my debate attitude on now and was using it on this man… or boy. I wasn't sure how old he was. I'd guess between seventeen to twenty-one years old.

"But there are such things as vampires," he disagreed. Automatically I disliked him.

"There is no proof that vampires exist. I've never met one and I'm sure you've never met one, so let's get this straight. There are no real vampires," I snapped in annoyance.

He scoffed, "I'm afraid you're mistaken, little girl. There are absolutely real vampires out here in this world and you've already met one."

I rolled my eyes. "What is wrong with you people?" I asked furiously. He fixed me with his stare; his black reddish eyes seemed to be searching for something. As a side note, I added, "I forgot to mention that you have awesome contacts."

"Hmm," he responded thoughtfully, "Thanks." And then he slammed his head against mine own. It was only painful for half a second, for I passed out without a sound.