I was in the bathroom of a small mini-mart at a gas station on the way home back to Vegas. It had chipped old paint on the walls, flickering ceiling lights, run down toilets so when you flushed them, it sounded like a monster trying to crawl its way out. The space was tiny, two stalls. It had two of everything. Two mirrors, two sinks, two hand dryers, et cetera. Before I left the car to take my bathroom break, my parents told me we were in Kingman. Kingman, Arizona.

I walked out of my stall, monster gurgling in the background as I walked to one of the sinks. I looked in the mirror and saw myself. I was disgusted. I had scuffs and writing all over my vans, pen marks all over my jeans, and my baggy theatre sweatshirt hung off my small body. I decided to go without make-up today. I regret not putting any on. My pale complexion looked almost inhuman under the flickering lights. My hair looked even worse; it almost seemed to have a family of birds sleeping in it because it was a nest mess.

I turned the handle of the sink on and started to rinse my hands under the cool water. I reached over to the soap dispenser to discover it to be empty. I grunted with displeasure.

"Monster!"

I blinked and turned around to see a little boy, maybe around five, standing in front of the other stall.

He squealed and repeated, "Monster!"

He obviously meant the toilet. "Yeah, monster." I said.

The boy started to laugh and twirl his ankle in circles. He seemed to me more like a little girl rather than a little boy. I looked at him more closely and saw he had silvery blue eyes, curly black hair, and wearing a 'Bob the Builder' outfit with matching sandals.

"Are you washing your hands?"

I turned back towards the sink and finished rinsing my hands.

"Yes and now I'm done!" I said in my cute babysitter voice that always worked with the kids I watched.

I shifted over towards the dryer mantled on the wall and started to dry my hands. I caressed them and I faintly heard the boy laughing. Faintly – because I was being blasted with the sound of the dryer and that I was trying to block that out too. It stopped. My hands weren't dry so I just wiped them on my pants.

I started walking towards the door to leave and be on my way, when I heard the boy say, "The monster got you!"

This made me laugh. I walked over to him and bent down to eye level with him, and smiled.

"I guess it did."

"What kind was it?" He asked while smiling.

"I don't know, maybe a werewolf?!" I put my hands above my head and tried to make them look like claws.

He giggled. "I don't like those. How about a vampire."

I snorted. This 5 year old knew a thing or two about fantasy creatures. "I love the immortals."

"Then you'll love my dad!"

As if waiting for that cue, a tall handsome man with black curly hair and silvery-blue eyes opened the door to the stall. He was wearing a clingy red silk top and dress pants. I didn't notice his wide pretty smile until it was fading. I stood up and rested a hand on his sons head.

"Your son did well. Keeping me here for you to feed on me." My voice was strong. But really, I was spooked at what will happen next.

"He does get it from his father," he smiled again adding, "You assume I'm hungry and need to feed?

I laughed dryly. I wasn't stupid. "But of course."

"How can I feed off a beautiful girl who was kind to my child?" He was still smiling. I must have looked puzzled because he started to laugh. It was so loud it rang in my ears.

"What are you going to do n-" I was cut off when I felt a tingly feeling in my head. Shit, he was trying to read my thoughts.

"Let's make this simple," he paused. "Shall we start?"

My first thought was, "This freaking vampire hottie is going to possibly going to rape me." He laughed. Damn, he read that too.

I felt myself slowly walking towards him. He was controlling my mind and what I was doing. Great. He walked backwards into the stall and I noticed that it didn't have a toilet. Strange. I walked into the stall and the little boy closed the door closed while giggling.

We stood there looking into each others eyes. His eyes were so silvery-blue and mystical. I felt like I was going to just going to stand there and stare into those deep eyes. He was taller than me, so I naturally had to look up.

His head came down on my neck. He smoothed my skin with his tongue and started to press little kisses softly on my smooth neck. I always thought I had a pleasing neck; one vampire's would just die for. Well, in this situation, she wished she really didn't have such a nice one. Much to my surprise I actually liked it.

I felt his lips on my skin twist up in a smile, even when he pierced his fangs into my skin. I could feel blood seep out of me. He really was just going to feed on me. My eyes flicked over towards him when he staggered back from me and he leaned against the wall. He pulled out from his jacket pocket a small shiny letter opener and he cut his wrist.

Oh my god. What was he doing? He couldn't actually mean t..to change me? He pressed his cut wrist into my mouth and I winced as the blood came into my mouth. At first it tasted too sweet, but after a minute it actually started to taste good. I kept sucking until I felt blackness around me. I fainted.