Eli had moved to Jones Springs last fall, around the time of all those disappearances. He was the most fascinating thing that the town had ever seen. He was gorgeous and talented. You either wanted him or wanted to be him. Of course there was that uber-odd feeling you got when you were close to him, but it was worth it.
He was always cordial to me, but we'd never exchanged more that five words in one sitting so naturally I was surprised when he called me on that steamy July morning. I almost clawed the phone from my mother's hand when she told me that Eli was on the phone. "Wanna go to the beach?" he said. So cool. So nonchalant. Of course I accepted.
Eli wasn't much of a talker. He stared at me sleepily all day as we lay in the sun. Even though he didn't speak, the way he looked at me was so romantic. But the closer it got to noon, the more rough his manner became. For a minute it smelled like his skin was burning but he excused himself and returned at around one o'clock with the same gruff manner, but was physically okay.
As time wore on, his mood continued to change, as if with the change in the sun's location. But i thought nothing of it. Some people are night people, right? Eli began asking me questions like what my favorite movies and books were. When I responded, saying i liked Thirst and The Twilight Saga, he seemed utterly repulsed. "The junk kids read these days," I thought I heard him mumble under his breath. He couldn't have said that, however. He's only like a year older than me.
It was fully dark by then, and every second Eli inched closer to me. He lit a candle. Inhaled. Made a (purring?) noise. It was a bit creepy, actually. I cleared my throat, "So now that you know basically everything about me, tell me about yourself. Who is Eli Vanderbuilt?"
His eyes seemed to mock me for the five long minutes before he answered. "I am your worst nightmare, Giorgianna. Your stupid vampire books should have made you wary of my kind." In a flash, he was over me, pressing my body into the sand with inhumane force.
"Stop playing around, Eli! Take me home! Now!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You are splendid to look at. I wonder how you taste!" And with that, he dove into my neck. Essentially sucking the life out of me. It was the most excruciating pain i'd ever known. My body gave way to painful spasms as I faded into blackness and then drifted toward the light. Just before I touched the bright beam, Eli stopped, straightened his clothes, and waltzed away.
I touched my neck. I could feel the wound closing, the blood drying. The pain stopped. In its place was a new feeling. Much like thirst. But I'll call it thirst multiplied
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