Prologue


I, Joshua Jackson, 15, just go out of high school. Like I'm-on-summer-vacation out of high school. I was so psyched, because I get to see Olivia, my hot and smart girlfriend. She gets all A's, is a cheerleader, and she has this cute smile that hooked me the first time I saw her. And they say blonds are cute but dumb. I think she practiced that smile in her room. It's so perfect.

I know what you are thinking. Finished high school at 15? That's insane. Well call me crazy. I skipped 3 grades. So did Olivia. And we get to go to Duke University after summer. Her father is the dean of the university.

I was on my way home when I felt this burning sensation in the back of my head. Like someone was watching me. I turned around there was no one there except a shady looking guy in a trench coat. I thought who wears trench coats these days. I turned back and kept walking. I had only a few more miles to my house.

I live with my cousins, Jack and Zoƫ, and my uncle Calvin and Aunt Koby. They are the only family I have ever since my mom and dad died in a car accident. At least that was what they told me.

That feeling is still there. I turn around and see the man just staring at me. I yell, "Do you have anything better to do than to just stare at me all day?" He just stares then he slowly walks to me. Something about him unsettles me. So I do what any African American would do (If you don't believe what I'm about to say look at any horror movie with a Caucasian and African American actor in it.) I don't investigate, just run. But before I'm even a yard away the man pounces on me and I fell something sharp pierce my neck. Then a thought came to me. This was familiar.

It was halloween. Me and my cousin, Jack, were going trick-or-treat. He was a vampire and I was a zombie. We were at a Halloween party that was thrown by a classmate. I wasn't having as much fun as I thought I would. Maybe it was because I was getting too old for trick-or-treating.

And then it hit me. I was being attacked by a vampire. But vamps aren't real, are they? And yet here I was being sucked on by an old man.

Let's get one thing straight. This is not one of those nerd-beefs-up-and-gets-a-life stories. So I'm not going to say I'm the toughest kid ever, but I was no wimp. So it was time to assault my assaulter.