...clared, and punched one of her palms violently. “No way can he get past us! Plus, I feel like kicking some vampire butt!”
Everyone cheered and agreed with her. But I stayed quiet. No way could five kids stop a grown vampire from getting his hands on me. No way. From the stories grandmother told me, it was seriously impossible. I’m not saying their weak or anything, you just can’t compare the two.
I just sighed and muttered in agreement, but little did I know, the known vampire was hiding in the shadows, smirking to himself all the while knowing I was right.
I walked in my room and every one was talking excitedly. They were talking about going back to sleep, and I silently agreed with the idea. All that crying wore me out.
So, the second I hit the cot, I was asleep.
I looked around to find I was in a room, and seated on a large, red, king sized bed. The room looked fancy, red walls, and fire nation emblem’s everywhere. There was a small table next to the bed that barely had enough room to fit a lit candle on it. The small flame made the lighting eerie.
“Do you approve, love?” I looked to my side to find the vampire lying next to me. He was playing with a strand of my coal black hair.
I gulped, and told myself this was just a dream.
“This is some dream, hmmm?” He murmured, his eyes on my hair. They seemed lighter than they did that...