Mum took away my phone that night. She said that it had become an addiction. I guess it was true too because I became really angry and started throwing my things around and suddenly dissolved into a pool of tears. I didn't know why I was crying, but that's what happens to addicted people, doesn't it?

      That's when I realised that someone was sitting on the fire escape, at my window. Before I could shout, a hand was on my mouth, successfully shutting me out.

      I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed, the movement was so fast that I still couldn't register that it had taken place.

       "So you have finally noticed me, huh?", A silky voice caressed my ears, his warm breath against my skin.

   I started to wither, trying to escape out of his stronghold. "I wouldn't try that if I were you,zucchero. One wrong movement and that pretty neck of yours would be snapped." His voice sent shivers down my back. It was definitely due to the fear, or was it?

     "Oh, you like that don't you?" he whispered yet again and my body instinctively arched towards him, as though illusionary threads were pulling me towards him.

     "Zucchero, it's time to get over this addiction of yours." I was surprised at his words, for that was something I least expected him to say.

    "How?" I asked, as my curiosity got better of me. "We are going to find you a new one."

    Enfolding me in his arms, he jumped out of the window and my scream of terror was absorbed into the night

     And that night, I sure found a new addiction. An addiction to blood.