It was a nice Californian summer night, and I sat down to watch the sunset.

Soon the sun was gone, and for a second, I realized the eeriness of the time. This was when all the supposed creatures of the night came out. I didn't freak out; I just sat in my seat, and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes feeling that someone, or something was watching me, but I looked around and saw that there was no one or nothing near me.

I closed my eyes again and tried to relax. Then something came and attacked me, it latched onto my arm, and bit hard.

"Owww… "I said as it began sucking my blood.

It hurt, and I knew that it was sucking the life out of me. I've heard of creatures like this, but never thought that I would ever get bitten by one. I watched in absolute horror and fascination as it sucked my blood, just like Edward Cullen. I knew that it was draining the life out of me, but it needed my blood to live.

I moved my arm, but it stayed on. Then I swatted at the eerie creature of the night. It then disappeared into the night, and there was a bump on my arm where it had bitten me.

Stupid mosquito.