It was year 1993 - Friday night. I was so cold and confused. It was in New York and I was lost. I wanted to go home and see my grandma. By the way I live with my grandparents. My parents didn't want me.
It was my first high school holidays. I was so happy to be off the school so I went out to wander - maybe to happy because I`m now lost. It`s going to be really freeze to night. I was starting to be really scared. Then I heard a voice. 'If I were in your shoes, I wouldn`t wander in this city alone so late.' I was paralyzed. I was too terrified to move.
Then I saw a man`s shadow went off the corner. He was tall and slim. He was wearing long black coat and long straight black hair. There was something wrong with his mouth. He was bleeding. Then, when he comes closer, I saw he wasn't bleeding. His mouth and coat was just whole dirty from blood. In the next seconds I realized something even scarier than all before, he had fangs.
It was bad. I had been afraid of vampires since my childhood. He comes closer, he touched me and then he bit me. It was the worst pain in my whole life.
When I woke up next morning, I was alone lying on the New York street. I was scared, but I wasn`t cold any more...