Fall was here, even though there is no snow for us, Dylan been missing over a month. Was he dead? And the police didn’t want to release this information to the public?
I wasn’t gonna be one of those girls who can’t live without or keep sanity without a guy.
Of course I loved Dylan and wanted him but you can’t hold onto someone forever.
Homecoming was coming up soon. Adam was my date. Even though he only saw me good for one thing. I sat on my window seat, L.A wasn’t like New York where leaves changed and winter covered the city with its blanket of ice and secerts.
Brittany came up to me, :There is some EMO downstairs!”
“I prefer the term ‘punk’ or ‘rebel’.
She went downstairs, Andrew closed the door and sat in the bean bag chair I had in my room.
“Andrew, why are you here? I don’t mind but…why?”
“It would be a honer if you would be my date to homecoming.” Andrew said, smiling giving me a single red rose.
Was I falling for Andrew, I wanted to say yes, but adam had me as a slave. Disobey him, another scar of a bruise to tell a story. “Andrew…I would love to.” I started, “but…” his expression changed from hopeful to disappointed.
“I’m with Adam…”
“oh.”
“Sorry Andrew.”
“It’s fine.” Andrew said, sighing and leaving the room.

It was junior year, I looked around the new drama theater, “hello Alice.” Dylan said, softly.
He wrapped me in his embrace how arm and comforting he was.
“Dylan I’ve missed you so much.”
I said, it seemed like a life-time since I seen him.
The killer was still on the loose although I had Dylan to comfort my bloody nightmares.
“What happened? Why did you disappear.” I said, softly holding his arm close to me.
“I dont want to give you nightmares.” Dylan sighed into my ear.
Felt as if we were entering a William Shakespeare play. “Dylan, I do want to know. Even though if may deliver nightmares. All I want to know is what happened.” I said, looking up into his compelling blue eyes.
“It doesn’t mater.”
“Yes it does, so do you.”
There was silence before Dylan took a breath in to speak/
“Andr—.” Dylan said, in a dying voice.
Everything turned into glass blood was everywhere, Dylan laid on the floor motionless. I slowly moved towards him this can’t be happening…
“Dylan?” I asked softly
Two sharp fangs pierced into me, I screamed at the top of my lungs, “DYLAN!”
His head turned towards me, it looked as if he been tortured to death, blood ran out of his mouth, his face in shock or pain. His eyes fixed on me, and his mouth looked as if he was trying to say something before he died.
“Dylan!” I shouted.
“He’s better off dead.” A dark voice said behind ,e/
Another sharp pain shot through me. A knife into my stomach I fell through the air, arms caught me, I looked at the face it was…Andrew.