Just another ordinary school dance... I was sitting alone in the corner as always… Honestly, I don’t know why my mom makes me come to these things. Does she expect something magical to happen where a perfect young man comes to sweep me off my feet? It may have happened to her and my dad… but I’m not a social butterfly like my mom was at her high school.

People call me an emo because I’m awkward and wear black, frankly I wear black because it’s what I have. I don’t wear makeup, I keep my hair its ordinary flaming red, and in all honesty, I rather like being with a select few people, mostly my cousins, I have four who live close. I’m not anti-social, I’m just shy and prefer my family over others.

Anyway, enough about that, back to sitting awkwardly in the corner.

I was highly considering just leaving, there was a rather nice ice cream parlor down the street, and I had my favorite Halloween book, I read according to the holidays. But then… something magical DID happen.

I’m not sure where he came from, or why he had taken notice of me… but the most handsome young boy I had ever seen came up to me. He had nicely styled dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and a thin strong face. I was getting butterflies in my stomach.

“Hey,” he smiled, his teeth were perfectly straight and white, “what’s a gorgeous girl like you doing in a dark corner?”

I know it was a cheesy pick up line, but I smiled back, I hate showing my teeth, so it was my average thin lipped smile.

“Nothing much,” I said softly, “I don’t really dance much… no one to dance with.”

The boy extended his hand.

“Well there’s me,” he said, “my name is Peter Newman.”

“I’m Lorelai,” I tittered, taking his hand.

“Care that I take this dance,” Peter whispered in my ear, “Lorelai?”

It had to be worth a shot… just this once.

“Sure.” I smiled.

I was locked with Peter, we glided across the dance floor. To my pleasure, I saw a few of the school bullies look over in shock. I was with this handsome boy, not them. The moment felt like an eternity, but in a good way. I was shocked when it was over. Peter asked me if I needed an escort home. I shrugged, it wasn’t like I was going to be in danger, it would be more dangerous to go home alone.

We walked through the neighborhood. It made me glad my shoes weren’t high heels, Peter looked rather pleased. I realized it was past six, and the prom snacks certainly weren’t enough to satisfy anyone.

“Do you want to stay over for dinner?” I asked him, “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

“Me too,” Peter agreed, “I’d love to come over, if it isn’t any trouble.”

So, I brought Peter to my house… He had a huge giddy smile on his face...was it just me? Or did he seem a little too excited about this?

My parents weren’t home, but they had bought some food for dinner, I’m glad I knew how to cook. I made the chicken, and heated up some mashed potatoes and gravy. It was the least I could do for Peter for giving me a good night. I found out that Peter had one big appetite as well, I swear he could have eaten that entire chicken with room to spare.

“Still hungry for desert?” I joked.

“If a kiss counts, then yes.” Peter smiled slyly.

I felt his lips press against mine… my heart fluttered... my hands began to sweat...then…

CRUNCH!

Blood, and the sound of tearing flesh and breaking bone filled the kitchen as Peters body fell back, his head completely gone. I swallowed, then wiped the blood from my lips. It’s not everyday I get such easy prey, teenagers are so choosy. I picked up what was left of my new meal and took the body upstairs to my room. I put him in the freezer for breakfast in the morning, and started to clean the blood off the floor. It was easy, really, all it took was a swipe of my hand.

It pays to be me.