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I
had just graduated, and my two friends Ilysa,
Taylor and I had planned a summer trip to my
family's estate in Jonesport, Maine, a trip we had
planned all year long.
The
beautiful two-story Victorian mansion was built on
the Jonesport bluffs overlooking the sea. I will
always cherish the time I spent with my
grandmother, listening to the family stories
of times long past.
Then
one dreadful, cool autumn night, both my
grandparents disappeared without a trace, and up
until this time I had not returned.
On
the night we arrived, the stormy sky was dark and
ominous. While unloading the car, a streak of
lightning flashed across the sky, revealing a
stranger who was watching me. Within seconds
of the next flash, he was gone.
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From
the moment I met Tegan, my sleepless nights began.
I tossed and turned, hearing his seductive voice
in my dreams.
My
days were no better; as my friends and I explore
the town, shopping, eating at outside cafes,
and walking the beach, I'm constantly looking for
him.
The
nights are consistently getting worse. I sleep
two, maybe three hours at the most. When I awaken,
I taste his sweet lips on my mouth. I can
smell his musky scent, and feel his
presence as if he is next to me.
Ilysa
and Taylor are starting to wonder why he only
comes around when the sun is down and leaves
before dawn. Taylor is more suspicious than Ilysa;
just today, she asked, "Why is his skin so
pale? Why doesn't he eat or drink with us? Why
doesn't he have friends?"
I
felt bombarded with questions that I had no
answers to, but I'm afraid to ask.
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When
I'm in
Tegan's arms, I feel safe from the danger that
stalks us. Yet, I'm worried for Ilysa and
Taylor; did they make it to the car? Did they
get out of Jonesport?
Tegan could sense my fear. With his hypnotic
voice, he whispered, "My father said he
would get them out, and he's a man of his word.
Now rest, my love, for the sun is coming
up."
The battle between the clans consumed my sleep;
I could see their long, sharp teeth snarling and
gnashing at one another. When their bodies
collided, it sounded like crashing metal. Their
growls were loud and vicious. Within the
time it took for that dream to end, another one
began.
I was laying in the grass; Tegan looked down at
me, and said, "Only one sip my love,
and you will be my bloodmate; join my clan, and
live with me forever.
Tegan and I awoke to a raging storm.
Looking out the window, he said, "They're
here!" Running
through the rain for our lives, I wondered
if this nightmare would ever end, and
if so, would Tegan and I live to see the next
rising moon?
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