“I can’t wait to taste you, Taeyang.” Eunji smirked as she the blood that rolled from his chin and down his neck.

Blood trickled down Taeyang’s chin like raindrops against a glass window, as he held his nose in pain. He was a second too late to avoid the incoming ball, which spiralled toward him like a tornado. He hit the ground hard into the dirt, which made his Manchester United football strip become caked in the wet mud from the rain. The Gym teacher, Mr Choi came jogging towards Taeyang as he blew his metal whistle out to the boys behind him. His movements were almost like a first aider at a real football match.

“Are you all right, Taeyang?” Mr Choi panted.

“I’ll live I guess,” Taeyang said with a weak smile. Mr Choi handed him a tissue to stop the bleeding.

“Thank you, sir,” Taeyang sighed in relief as he quickly took the tissue from his teacher. He firmly placed the tissue onto his blood-covered nose and winced in pain. Taeyang grunted as he watched his team play sluggishly and be defeated by class 12B, of Mount view High School. Once the bleeding had stopped, Taeyang had only fifteen minutes to play to his best ability and earn back his team’s dignity.

He scored three goals in those last few minutes, where he made every second count. Dodging and weaving through class 12B’s defences as nimbly as a rally car racer would avoid trees and rocks. This brought the score to a tie and concluded that 12A was useless without Taeyang. Taeyang knew this from the roaring screams which echoed from his team. Taeyang cheered as they lifted him into the air, carrying him back into the dressing room like a king.

In English class, Taeyang slumped into his seat while his teacher, Mrs Kim, called out the register. Taeyang slowly lifted his heavy head with his hand and bellowed a “Here!” from the back of his throat. His class mates erupted into laughter at his croaky voice.

“Be quiet!” Mrs Kim commanded, as she waited patiently for the class to be silent. Mrs Kim placed her hands on her hips and quickly popped on her reading glasses, which were wrapped around her old, turkey-like neck. ‘She means business now’ Taeyang thought while biting his lip to keep back his giggles.

A girl knocked on the classroom door. “Is this class 12A, miss?” The girl asked softly. Mrs Kim nodded. The girl at the door stood and stared out into the class room at all of the puzzled faces " it was as if she was at a zoo exhibition- Taeyang went bright red when their eyes met. The girl at the door smiled brightly at him.

“Yes it is. Who might you be, young lady?” Mrs Kim questioned. The girl came away from the door and into the room, standing next to Mrs Kim’s big wooden desk.

“I’m Jung Eunji, I’ve just moved here to Mount view from Seattle.” Eunji’s dark hair elegantly grew down past her shoulders; her pale skin stood out because of it. Taeyang couldn’t help but stare. He thought she was beautiful.

Mrs Kim wrote down her name on the register and ticked her off. “Go take a seat somewhere then, and we’ll begin today’s class.” Mrs Kim gestured her hand towards the centre of the class. Taeyang looked around as Mrs Kim did this.

There were two seats that were vacant- the first was next to ‘smelly’ Pete, who sat at the front; he never showered and always wanted to impress Mrs Kim with how clever he was. The second, was right in front of Taeyang. “Please sit near me. Please sit near me,” Taeyang mumbled as he watched her slowly walk towards the centre of the classroom. Eunji’s uniform was darker than the rest of the pupils in the class. So much so, that the room and the other pupils became somewhat, brighter.

She approached the seat in front of Taeyang. When their eyes met again, Eunji smiled and winked at Taeyang as she slid out her chair and pulled quickly back into the desk. Her dark-Choi eyes put Taeyang into a trance, where he could hear no one and only thought of the sweet scented girl in front of him through the entire lesson.

When the school bell rang, Taeyang snapped awake again, he then quickly chased after Eunji out of the room. He could vaguely remember Mrs Kim’s muffled voice behind him, yelling “Don’t run Taeyang!”

Eunji walked fast. In the space of five minutes she was already outside of the building, while Taeyang had just pulled his homework from his locker. “Eunji! Wait up!” Taeyang wheezed as his Rebock shoes rubbed painfully against the inside of his feet.

 Eunji turned around, with her bright eyes locked onto Taeyang bounding down the path to the school gates, where Eunji stood with her notebook to her chest and her bag over her shoulder. Her rock n roll torn purple tights revealed smooth, milky-white legs.

“HI! What’s your name?” She called out as Taeyang came closer. “You’re in my English class aren’t you?” Eunji smiled eagerly as Taeyang skidded to a stop.

“Yeh,” Taeyang sighed, as he tried to regain his breath.

 “Taeyang Choi is my name.” Taeyang held out his hand. Eunji’s bright-dark eyes reflected from the sun, which was partially hidden behind darkened rainclouds. They penetrated Taeyang’s blue eyes like a mosquito bite.

“So, it’s Friday night tomorrow. What are your, err... plans?”  Taeyang stuttered nervously; he could feel his cheeks go red again.

Eunji began to fidget and look anxiously around her; her eyes darted around in their sockets like mini-pinball machines. “Nothing really, still settling in at the moment. Why?” Eunji smiled; her white teeth glowed brightly- which made Taeyang all the more nervous.

“Would you like to hang out and grab a pizza tomorrow?” Taeyang asked. “I would like to get to know the new girl a bit more.”

“Sure. Would you like to come around to my house?” Eunji looked as if she was going to leap into Taeyang’s arms with excitement. “Say around seven o’clock?” Taeyang nodded in agreement. He was speechless.

“Okay! It’s at 31 Gangnam drive. Just around the corner from the ice cream shop. I’ll see you there!” Taeyang waved goodbye and watched Eunji as she skipped happily down the street; her black shoes clacking off of the wet-marbled concrete as she sang.  

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 After English class, Taeyang and Eunji walked to Eunji’s home. They stopped at the Ice cream shop first. The Shop was small. It had an old style of stools and a bar- something you would find on the set of Happy Days - It had Ice cream cones for cheap with a selection of sorbets and caramels that would chill any heat-stricken body down. They also had a big choice of toppings: from the traditional Flake, to Smarties, Iced gems, chocolate drops and cookie dough. Eunji got blackcurrant sorbet with chocolate drops and Taeyang bought a raspberry ripple with Smarties.

After they left the shop, Taeyang and Eunji headed for the small cul-de-sac of Gangnam drive. There were birds signing, kids playing outside on their bikes and slurping their ice-creams before the hot sun could steal it from them. It was a perfect summer’s day.

 Eunji led Taeyang to a large house on the very corner of the cul-de-sac. It had small waist-height wooden fencing and recently trimmed grass. The large white door had the number twenty-three in black just above the peephole. The house looked fantastic, far better than Taeyang’s own home.

“Welcome to my humble home!” Eunji smiled brightly as she led Taeyang through the door.

The hallway was dark. The wooden floorboards squeaked as they stepped through it, the hall was recently painted with a white coat on its walls - Taeyang felt faint breathing in the aroma. Boxes were laid in a pile against the wall of the Kitchen. Taeyang heard the rustling sound of bags and the clanging of cutlery.

“Hi mum!” Eunji yelled from the bottom of the wooden stairs as she slipped off her sparkling black shoes. Taeyang conformed and also took off his shoes. A tall woman, with black hair and a skinny-framed body stepped out of the kitchen door with a bin bag.

“Hello dear, how was school?” The woman asked. She wore a broad smile across her face when she saw Taeyang. Eunji nibbled the last of her ice cream cone smiled back.

“It was good, mum. I have a few pieces of homework to do.” Eunji waved her books out from her bag.

“That’s good, dear. Who’s your new boyfriend?” Eunji’s mother joked.

“Mum! He’s not my boyfriend! This is Taeyang. He’s a friend from school. We’re going to do the homework, grab a pizza and watch a movie. Would you like me to order you one as well?”

“That sounds like fun.” Her mother smiled while she wiped the sweat from her brow. “No thanks honey, I’m going to pop out for dinner soon. You two enjoy yourselves. It was good to meet you, Taeyang,” Eunji’s mother replied.

“We will.” Eunji smiled gleefully. “C’mon, let’s go up into my room and order this pizza!”

She snatched the phone from its receiver on the wall and bounded up the stairs like a cat trying to catch a mouse. Taeyang quickly followed her up after waving to Eunji’s mother, who slowly shuffled back into the kitchen to continue cleaning.

Eunji’s bedroom was like a rock n roll teenager’s dream. It was covered with AC/DC and Metallica posters. There was even a guitar, signed by Metallica’s front man. Her room was the same colour as her torn tights- a deep purple. Her bed covers were a lighter purple, with a butterfly and flower design.

“Cool room Tiff!” Taeyang exclaimed, as he began reading the Kerang! articles next to the posters of the rock n’ roll stars. Eunji bounced onto the bed with the phone and dialled the town’s pizza delivery service.

“Thanks.” She smiled, pulling Taeyang down onto the bed with her. “What pizza do you want to get?”

“Whatever pizza you like: Margarita, pepperoni, ham and pineapple. Anything you want.”

“Okay. HI, could I have a large thin crust pepperoni pizza please.” Eunji nodded to the voice on the other end of the phone then turned to Taeyang and rolled her eyes pointing to the phone.

“Yes please, can I have extra cheese with that? It’s 31 Gangnam Drive.” Eunji began to roll her hair around her finger. “Okay. Thanks, bye!”

The phone bleeped as she hit the disconnect button. She tossed it on top of the magazines on her bedside table.

“How about we try doing that homework?” Taeyang asked.

“Nah, the pizza won’t take long to get here. They’re usually fast. I ordered a few when my mum and I first moved here.” Eunji sighed and switched on her T.V. “How about a movie?”

“Sure, that depends. You’re not one for those romantic types are you?” Taeyang asked while gawking at Eunji’s perfect figure.

“God. No!” Eunji lightly hit Taeyang on the arm. “What kind of girl do you take me for?” She pretended to stick her finger down and laughed wildly.

“I guess I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.” Taeyang admitted.

“Didn’t they teach you that in English class?” Eunji questioned. Her mother then knocked and entered the room with glasses of ice-cold lemonade.

“Here you are, kids. I’m away out just now. Have fun and don’t stay up too late.”  Her mum was wearing a long black dress and dark high heels. ‘She must be going to a classy restaurant.’  Taeyang thought, as he took the glass of lemonade and thanked her.

Just as sound of the front door closing was heard, the doorbell rang. Eunji ran down the stairs and collected the pizza from the man at the door and paid him. Taeyang had pulled out the DVD: Final Destination3 on the bed and studied the back of the case. Eunji came back up, placed the pizza on the bed and took out a slice. Eunji glanced at what movie Taeyang was looking at.

“That’s a sick movie! Have you seen it before?” Eunji asked while chomping onto a slice of pizza. Taeyang took a sip of his lemonade and began to crunch on the ice; the pain shot through his gums and made him shudder.

“No I haven’t. I’ve seen the first two though, they’re the business!” He replied, as he could no longer resist the smell of the pepperoni and picked up his first slice of pizza.

“Okay, we’ll watch it then.” Eunji popped the DVD into the player and sat back on the bed next to Taeyang. During the movie, Eunji screamed horridly at one of the death scenes; which also made Taeyang flinch. Her elbow lightly connected to his nose and blood began to run down his chin.

“Ouch!” Taeyang jerked.

“Oh, my god I’m so sorry!” Eunji cried, while touching his warm face with her icy cold finger tips.

“Don’t worry about it. I hurt it while playing football the other day. That’s why it’s so sensitive,” Taeyang explained.

 Eunji ran through to the bathroom on the landing to get a roll of toilet tissue. Taeyang moved to the edge of the bed holding his nose back, trying to prevent blood from dripping all over Eunji’s bed sheets. Eunji returned in a frantic haste. She began to dab the tip of Taeyang’s nose, when Taeyang noticed something odd.

 Her eyes. Her eyes were different; they weren’t the same dark-Choi as before. They were a dark-purple. Taeyang began to study her face more; her neck was pulsating faster than he had seen anyone’s neck do. Her veins were also pulsating, - almost bubbling - under her milk-white skin.

“Are . . . you . . . all right, Eunji?” Taeyang asked curiously. He felt her cold hand run around his round jaw and watched as her eyes got bigger.

“I’m fine,” she insisted as she began to kiss his cheek. Taeyang’s heart began to race as he gave into the urge of kissing her back: her sweet smell was too potent for Taeyang to resist, despite the sour taste of his own blood and the stench of the leftover cold pizza. Eunji shoved him back onto the bed with strength that Taeyang didn’t know any girl to have. Eunji began kissing his lips now, then sat up and smiled.

Taeyang froze. Her teeth were no longer human, as he had seen before. She had two large, sharp, animal-like teeth at either side of her top row.

“I can’t wait to taste you, Taeyang.” Eunji smirked as she the blood that rolled from his chin and down his neck.

Taeyang tried to grab on to her slender waist and move her off of him, but he couldn’t: she was as solid as a rock and unmoveable. Her hands slid all over his body like a snake - slowly coiling itself around him. She then kissed and his neck, until she stuck her fangs into him. The sharp electric pain shot up and down Taeyang’s body with such speed, that he became numb. As Eunji his blood, the room slowly became darker and the last sense of feeling Taeyang ever had was the wet, blood-soaked bed sheets beneath him. 

For kavikivi, Enjoy <3