Hello my readers. This is my very first submission. As English is not my first language, I'm sure there will be some mistakes. I would enjoy some constructive criticism and take it into consideration. It is rather long, but there will be some form of sex in it. I hope you enjoy it.
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I drove back into my lovely green town. After two weeks of wonderful vacation in Mexico, I felt rested like I never had before. Every day had been spent gazing at the trimmed Latinos walking the beach, showing their abs, while I lay enjoying the sun tanning my pale skin.
Just thinking of it now made me want to go back. However, when I looked out the window of my SUV, another restful feeling took over. Looking at the green forest that surrounded our town, all the small roads, the dark houses that should be lit, it made me feel at home. I definitely had missed my small town. Also its children running around laughing with their neighbors' children and playing silly games, the teenagers smoking in the woods where they thought nobody could see them, the old people telling stories of when they were young. So coming back into the town made me really happy again.
At the outskirts I drove by the sign stating "Welcome to Bonne, a small town in the big Oregon." Every time I drove by I thought "Thank you." I had done that since I could read.
I looked around, anticipating to see the flushed faces of the happy children running in the winter's gloomy and cold weather. When I saw them, they reminded me of my own glorious childhood in Bonne. I knew I was never getting out of here, of Bonne, but that I really didn't mind; I really liked this silent and happy life. Of course it could be dull every now and then, but hell, I loved that. But as I stared out, there was nothing. Every-thing was dark, and if possible, even more silent that be-fore. The only thing lit outside, were there old lamp post that had been here for ages. It looked omi-nous.
Surprise hit me. How had I not realized that all the houses looked abandoned? And this was sup-posed to be the time when the children had gotten home from kindergarten and started playing out-side, even though it was cold. The sun wasn't shining, but that was because it was winter. Every day was like that in Bonne during winter. Actually I didn't mind it much. To me, winter was the whitest season. My mood was always higher during winter, especially around Christmas and when we had snow. But even though it wasn't more than late afternoon, it was dark. And I was starting to freak out. No one seemed to be around. Everything looked empty. If I were to find anyone, it would be at the market. Since it was a small town with approximately 400 people, perhaps they were gathered there.
I stopped outside and turned the car off. I couldn't see anyone. It seemed very unusual to me. The market was never empty, never. I got out of the car and looked around. It was utterly empty. I walked over to the doors. I heard steps behind me and turned around to see who it was.
There wasn't anyone. Maybe my nerves had made me hallucinate them. I walked inside. The an-noying song came out of the speakers as they had done the last many years. Do-wi-do-wi, do-wi-do-wi. But this time I actually enjoyed listening to it; as a first.
I walked aisle by aisle, looking for someone, just anyone. I never saw a single soul. Had the entire town disappeared in those two weeks I had been gone? It seemed silly to think so, but every aisle lined up with the normal everyday things, seemed different to me. They seemed frightening and lonely. In every aisle something could be; something I didn't know of and probably didn't like. I walked slower now, more aware, goose bumps rising on my skin everywhere.
Now I also noticed that the music had stopped, altogether with my breathing. I took a deep breath trying to steady myself, but just making me more afraid. And now I started freezing. I was sure it was the air conditioner, which went wild, but I could feel some-thing creeping up on me from be-hind. I turned around, but saw nothing. I stopped entirely in aisle 13. I stayed there for a while try-ing to calm myself. But to make me even more horrified, I heard footsteps everywhere. Again I turned around. Still nothing. My breath hitched and a small, frightened squeak came out.
But now I could manage to figure out where they came from, and it was right behind me. I turned again. There still weren't anything. "Who's there?" I wanted so badly to ask, but my breathing just got heavier and I could not make any sound. The footsteps were closing up from the next aisle, coming closer, much closer. I wanted to run, but my feet felt like they were glued to the floor.
A person walked into the aisle I was standing in. First I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, but when I saw who it was, I sighed of happiness. But as she walked closer, my happiness turned to horror. My best friend, Emily, walked towards me. First I had only seen her shape and could recog-nize her from that; she was very petite with red curly hair, no one else in town was that way. But when she came close enough for me to see her for real, I could see that from her neck and down to her waist she was totally covered with blood. Now my feet weren't glued to the floor anymore and I ran over to her, taking her hands.
"What happened? What's wrong?" I kept asking without any answer in return. I looked her in the eyes; my eyes had before been occupied with the blood. They were not her normal hazel color, they were a shocking crimson. Like the blood from her neck had also come to her eyes now. She opened her mouth.
"Hurry away, get out of town," someone whispered. I looked around. There weren't anyone. Who was praying this prank on me? They were really annoying me. I looked back at Emily. It seemed real enough though.
"Hurry away, get out of town now," the voice said again and I finally noticed that it actually came from her. I released her and staggered a few steps back. That hadn't been her normal voice; she had a small, vulnerable but pleasurable voice. The voice coming out of her now was dark and rough, and mostly filled with hate. I noticed that I had blood on my hands, her blood.
"I can't go," I whispered panicked. I looked at her neck again. It looked like something had bitten her. My panic rose to a higher level as I heard footsteps coming from the direction she had come from. Another person came and walked towards us. I screamed. It was my ex-boyfriend and though he had dumped me, I had never thought such a horrible ending for him. He was also bleeding from the neck, but he seemed like conscious. He ran over to me and grabbed my hands.
"Vanessa, get out of here now, go home before they get you," he said to me.