I am a legend. I have completely destroyed every single opponent who has come in my way. You must be thinking, how? What competition is she utterly dominating? 

Why don't you go ask Tristan Jackson. He should be on the floor. Unconscious. 

No, I wasn't strong enough to physically knock him out, but my liver was. 

Yea, that's right. I beat one of the largest, bulkiest dudes at Charleston High School in a drinking contest. You wouldn't expect it coming from a one hundred pound girl, but I had the best teacher. 

Tequila shots. 

I love the feeling of the smooth glass brushing against my lips, the bitter liquid sliding down my throat, and the satisfaction of winning every single time. I'm the wild card that no one expects, and I can't lie and say that I don't enjoy it.

Tristan, starting quarterback of the Charleston Panthers football team, laughed when I challenged him. I love when others test me, it really heightens my wickedness. 

After about 5 shots, Tristan started to loose himself. He had already been drunk before entering this contest, but still agreed to the rules of the game. Something else you need to know about me; I always make myself clear. I put all my cards out on the table. Take it or leave it.

 The crowd seemed to be enjoying the suspense though. They were surprised I had even last this long. Never underestimate a Rosario.

A few more shots later, and I was victorious. His intoxicated expression was my prize, and he really took the cake tonight. He physically fell out of his chair. How humiliating! I shot the crowd one of my signature smirks, basking in the glory. It wasn't like the win was a surprise, but it's always nice to gloat.  

The crowd cheered, astonished at my size and alcohol intake. I think my limit is 10 shots? That's around the time that I usually black out, but I mean, who can even remember? And I wasn't that short, 5'3 to be exact. 

However, winning and drinking always has its downfall. Soon after I received my nonexistent crown, I left the party, taking to the streets of Gully Iowa. 

Iowa's such a quaint place, but we certainly know how to party. 

"Either someone spiked my drink, or I've met my limit." I spoke to no one but the darkness of the night, clamping my hand over my forehead. The world was starting to shift a little, the moon slightly tilting from one side of the sky to the other. 

I've always enjoyed the moon. Its white light cast a purple like gleam across the alley, creating a variety of shadows. Birds chirped in the distance; enjoying the midnight breeze.  

Birds are lucky. They don't have to worry about anything other than surviving. Once born, these little aviators have to learn to fly on their own. They jump from the nest: death or life is their outcome. 

Their parents leave them, and they're okay with it.

"Sam?" A mysterious voice popped up from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. A typical person would probably be frightened, but I welcome strangers. 

"Sorry, but I don't think I'm the girl you're looking for." I put my hands in the air as if I was in trouble. I pivoted around, surprised to see that no one was in front of me. "Huh," I sighed. "I swore I just heard a voice." 

I scanned the area in front of me trying to convince myself that I wasn't crazy. Reality check: too late. There was no human being to be seen. Nothing, nada, nilch. I shrugged my shoulders and turned back towards my original path. I really just wanted to get home and watch some Netflix. 

However, as I turned, I met the eyes of a handsome stranger. His face, as well as his lips, was inches from mine. My heart beat sped up, but I didn't flinch. Never let someone else see your fear. I had mastered the poker face within my first week of training. 

 The first thing I noticed were those bright green orbs we call eyes. Even in the night they stood out. They were odd, as if they didn't belong. And holy cheek bones! Was this dude a sculpted God? 

His honey comb hair was thrown back on top of his head, the light catching it. Everything about him was...attractive. I couldn't help but stare at his naturally pink lips. They were perfect size, not too large, not too small. 

My eyes eventually shifted back up to his after checking him out. He didn't say anything to me, so, maybe he was checking me out too? 

"I've never met one of your kind with blue eyes before." I scoffed, my stress levels rising. This guy could have said anything, and he points out my eyes? 

"Um," I paused awkwardly. "There are millions of other people in the world with blue eyes."

"Blue eyes are rare for your kind." I mentally made a list of characteristics for this new guy: creep, crazy, and possibly a pervert? I was really hoping he'd be my prince charming.  

"Uh, okay?" I took a tinsy step back, "why are you talking to me?" 

"Sorry, thought you were someone else." He broke my eye contact, eyes falling to the ground. As he looked back up, I noticed that the irises of his eyes had changed color. They went from a bright green, to nothing? It was as if his eye sockets were black holes. They caught my attention, making me fall into a slight trance. 

I suddenly furrowed my brow, breaking his gaze. "You know, I'm really drunk, and I just wanna go home." Someone definitely toyed with my drink. Asshole. I took another step back towards the wall of someone's house. 

"What? Are you scared of me?" The mystery man said deviously. As he took a step forward, I took a step back. 

"Pff, no." I put on a calm look that will surely fool him. I crossed my arms and leaned against the hard brick. My heart was jumping all over the place. How are you gonna get out of this one Ashton?

He shot both of his arms against the brick wall beside my face, trapping me completely. I could just kick him in the balls, but that seems too predictable. 

 He smiled at my struggle, exposing his white teeth. I didn't know whether to be attracted to him, or scared of him. Something just wasn't right. 

As my eyes dropped to his teeth, I shook my head. 

"They're real sweetheart." This can't be. I have to be hallucinating. This guy must have been at the party, spiked my drink. 

Fangs. 

Yes, fangs. 

I read stories when I was a child, but never thought that they could be real. Vampires? 

"Now are you scared of me?" He licked his white canines, really amplifying the point. 

"No," I stated proudly, staring him in the eyes. I was determined to make it out of this situation alive. 

"I could kill you in seconds." He grabbed a lock of my straight blonde hair and began running it through his fingers. 

"Hmph," I scoffed. "You know what? Do it. No one would care anyways." Maybe other students would notice that I wasn't at parties, but I was the wallflower at school. I stuck to the back of the classroom, avoiding all attention if possible. The only attention I like to receive is being recognized as a drinking champion. 

"You're being all too selfish. What about your poor mother? Your heartbroken father?" I broke away from his gaze, staring at the ground. 

"They're,-" I paused. Memories of the past were starting to nip at my brain, causing my heart to beat all over the place. He didn't need to know about my personal life, so why not lie? "No they wouldn't." Now I was starting to get angry. 

"Who cares? No one would care if I died. No one would miss me. The worlds already over populated, so you might as well be doing everyone a favor." Tears were pushing at the back of my eyes, but I refused to show this psychopath weakness. 

Something changed. He now stared at me with a blank expression, his eyes switched back to original form. I saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes, but it was gone almost immediately after it happened. 

"Run along home now." He said through gritted teeth. It seemed like the situation was annoying him. Excuse me? He shouldn't have gotten involved if he knew the interaction was going to piss him off. He slowly removed his arms from the side of my head, allowing a free escape. 

I was emotionally and physically drained. Thoughts of the past were always so tiring. I just wanted to snuggle up with Pup. 

I didn't break eye contact as I stepped away from him. This dude was giving me the creepiest of all creepy vibes. In a seconds notice, his hand found mine. As soon as our skin made contact, a burst of electricity shot through my veins. It was like the electricity was trying to find an escape from my body. It was bouncing across the walls of my skin, hitting the bone, and igniting my blood. My arm starting heating up to an abnormal temperature. 

"What the hell?" I sent crumbling to the ground. I landed on the tough asphalt, clutching my right hand tightly. My arm was in so much pain. What did he do? He hardly even touched me. "What did you do to me?"

The mysterious man stood there frozen. He was staring at his hand, the one that had made contact with me. I shuffled back and took to my feet. I'm usually not one to run away, but I think I've had enough crazy tonight. 

I sprinted all the way down the alley, refusing to look back. My legs were burning, but I was so scared that they were trembling. Sweat started breaking out at my temples. Curiosity was killing me more than anything. Was he following me? I shouldn't look back, I shouldn't look back, I shouldn't look back. 

I looked back. 

Nothing. 

No person, animal, vampire. Nothing. I breathed heavily, my paranoia at an all time high. I placed my hand over my heart, feeling how fast it's working. I felt nauseous and dizzy. Bile started to rise in my throat, causing me to throw up. I hurled near the side of the road. Animals or someone was bound to clean it up. 

I shivered as I continued my journey home.