Hey, I kind of put off writing a story for my english class, so I had to write this up really fast. It had a 1000 word limit so I couldn’t be descriptive and had to hurry up and make an ending. I don’t expect you guys to read the entire thing, could you just glance at it and see if it looks okay?

Thick, lush forests surround me like an army in waiting. There’s a canopy of darkness, in between the trees, and I keep seeing pairs of glowing eyes. I think I’m imagining them though. I hope. There’s also this creepy cawing that has my nerves on end. It sounds like a deranged bird, but then it really doesn’t.

The sun’s beginning to go down. I’m trying not to dwell on that fact too much, considering I’m out in the middle of nowhere. Cursing myself for sneaking out and going nature walking by myself, I start walking briskly in what I guess is the direction toward camp.

Lost in thought, I catch my ankle in between two rocks. Ouch, did I really just twist it? I had this uncanny feeling that someone was breathing over my shoulder, watching as I tried to free my ankle. Bizarrely, I can’t help it when I feel consciousness leave me.

Soft voices are echoing around me in different tongues. They sound like nothing I have ever heard before. The voices are slow and dry, but fast and confusing at the same time. Ugh. I try doing that whole thing people do in movies when they’re experiencing tragic events.

So here I am trying to convince myself I’m dreaming, when I’m rudely shaken. Or, more politically correct, bounced up and down. With force. My eyes slingshot open, wondering what in the world is happening. Wow. I shutter my eyes, and then pry them open again. Nope, the gorgeous guy with the wavy auburn hair and green eyes is still standing there.

What am I blinking for when there’s this Greek God in front of me? Let’s see. I’m not in the forest anymore. Also, right behind him, are these people with lengthy, glistening fangs hanging over their lips. They’re staring at my throat, snarling, and flaring their nostrils. Oh, and their eyes are completely black. They’re all tensed up on their black chairs with plush cushions. There’s an odd contraption on the wall, but other than that and the white floors, there isn’t any decoration. Where am I?

Someone coughs, and all their eyes hesitantly turn over to Mr. Green-eyed model. He casually crosses back over to my side, and just looks at me for a moment. He slurs out something funky that I’m guessing was supposed to be words. Searching my face, he tries what I recognize to be French.

Truthfully, I’m not a French genius or anything. In fact, I only remember a few of the words I learned this year. So I mumble out “Anglais”. He gives me what could have been a pretty smile, if not for his long fangs. At least he’s missing those eyes. That makes him a bit less intimidating. Who am I kidding? He’s blood chilling. “Ahh. You’re from Earth.” He nods knowingly.

He lets out this boisterous guffaw at my quizzical expression. I nearly jump up off my bench and run. Not that I hadn’t thought about running awhile back. There just aren’t any doors on the walls. Creepy!

“You absolutely must be the one sent to us. You can call me Saphrite” What is going on here and where am I? He sighs at me, and I stop gaping at him like a moron. “You don’t know.”

He gives out a heart-breaking sigh, filled with deep sadness and desperation. He sags and falls hard to the floor. Pieces of tile expand out from under him and fly into the air.
One of the vampires, a red-head girl with brown eyes steps forward out of that mob. She rushes through a narrow explanation. “We have lost contact with your planet. Therefore losing valuable supplies,” she squints and moves on. “You see, we left your planet centuries ago, in exchange for blood sent through the port to us.”

“Move it Jose. Why are you playing with food,” says a burly, ugly man. He still had the black eyes thing going on. He gives me a sly grin, and takes a menacing step forward.

Saphrite finally gets up and goes “We need her. She may be a useful.” He scans my face then begins asking random questions about President Jones. I answer them best as I can, considering I’m not a news buff.

What I was saying must have been good enough though, because he was smirking now. I hear a gravelly voice utter a few noises. Saphrite nods, and takes my arm, pulling me along.

We’re walking right at a wall when the room changes. He spins us around and I take in the surroundings. It’s like space, stars everywhere, but I’m standing on a floor and there are hovering pink things, portals.

Darth Vaider’s brother is in front of them looking fierce in the mask. He says something in that odd language of theirs and Saphrite nods. He pushes me back into a chair in front of a portal. “We seem not to be able to converse or get through this portal. So I want you to picture the president.” I slide up closer and the vampires seem recoil as they try to
er the rest got cut off.

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